Coming out to the cold

by diarmuidmcdonald

Stay tuned. Words will follow. Unexciting developments will unfurl and blink obliquely.

In the mean time I’ve returned to the UK. England grows fat while her intellect grows thin.

 

I’m so glad that my memory’s remote

‘Cause I’m doing just fine hour to hour, note to note
Here it is, the revenge to the tune,
“You’re no good,
You’re no good you’re no good you’re no good”

 – Elliott Smith