For National Poetry Day, I wrote an ode to Pheasey. I also heard tell that Buff Land (the Chinese restaurant with malfunctioning sign on the premises of former Trees pub) suffered a mysterious fire last night.
Crisp talk, sweet reviews, car, train, transport & tech chat, pics of food/street vomit/wolf fleeces/windsocks/three-quarter length trousers, plus hackneyed jokes, lazy musings, ill-informed opinions, biting satire, music, events, comedy & cinema, with tales of high jinks, scraperism & japerism, travel pics, drivel, twaddle, Popmaster, & comment from a middle aged man living in South Birmz, who frankly should know better, and is trying to make sense of the world. Would recommend.