A good old fashioned piss up on the street.

I went to a street party yesterday. You know... one of those things we used to do in the old days when we didn't play twitter and facebook. I made some new friends and got drunk with some old ones. Perfect. I'll get round to scanning these at some point, I guess, but in the meantime here's a glimpse of the fun we had in the sun.

The way Mays were.

We've been drowning this May. But they haven't always been that way...

White Goddess...

"The Night Mare is...the cruellest - ...her nests...are built of carefully chosen twigs, lined with white horse hair and the plumage of prophetic birds and littered with the jaw bones and entrails of poets..." Graves.

(words sent to me by my good pal automatik)

To avoid any more abuse.

I was getting a reasonable amount of abuse for posting a digital picture of this tattoo. So thought I better do one on Polaroid...

Rocky Valley.

There are magic places left in this people-infested world.

Ink...

So...

Hi...

I've forgotten how the internet works, so go easy on me.

The meeting.

About a boy a long way from home.