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No wonder i have to call this blog Amnesia , if the last 2 times i've looked up to check where i am at 4pm in the afternoon it's here, add to that the necessity of the pain killers taken for pain associated with the missing arm ( re the last post) , then i NEED this blog , not just to speak with the world but to simply keep track of my movements!?

1 more thing to take off at night.

Hat, Coat, Scarf and Arm. This very same arm has been with me 14 years now. I'm growing pretty attached to it, you know, - How one does about arms? . It's been another long day for me and my arm, but beings as it's formed from the carbon fibre i had put aside for a bike exhaust project at the time of my accident , it doesn't tend to let me down.

The Wheatsheaf Pub Loughton.

The beer, the peanuts, the rollup, - one of the few pleasures i look forward to at the end of a long day.
Only nowdays in jolly old England I have to stop relaxing with my drink, and after taking the visual abuse of an image showing a cancerous neck growth on the back flap of my bacci packet, i have to then run outside -from a pub which has never seen, a child, a non smoker or, god forbid, a ham frickin' sandwich -to smoke in the unusually sub-zero temps of London in February to 'enjoy' my fag. . Where's William Wallace when you need him eh!? CRY FREEDOM!!

Purr

Sunny bum , that'd be the Puss'cat. Viewed through an avenue of indoor winter foliage and Smoking, Reading, and listening paraphenalia.