Bad Signs (But Good Everything Else)

 These posters on Pheonix Road are a real shellacking of content at the hands of form. I'm guessing they're meant to provide comfort, but...

 I don't know, I didn't find myself soothed. That's sellotape holding them up too. Sellotape on glass. Other people's glass.

 I ventured out tonight for another walk down Wankers Wharf (celebrated in song here). That's an old photograph. Here's what it looked like tonight.

 So there's been a change of management, which is a shame, because I'm a fan of what they've done with the place but also a fan of that name.

 You can't hear the laughter coming from the windows in this photograph, nor in the following image can you see the couple playing piggy-back behind the bushes.

  Going out for a walk before midnight during a global pandemic feels a lot like what going out for a walk after midnight used to feel like. I assume I'm not the only night owl suffering this disconcerting continuity. Doing great, in other words.

 Here's today's Defoe, in which I receive a great special effect from my Dad, and our narrator remains indoors but reports many tales of wandering delirium, including one about evil kissing...