I've

only gone and done it again, left my blog gathering dust in cyberspace and now I'm too cluttered up with thoughts to enunciate or elucidate or something of the sort. What is important for the moment is that today I ate an entire pineapple and wallowed in post waitressing arm strain whilst once again listening to Jarvis Cocker's amazing tone and indulging in some Lady Chatterley's Lover in the bath. The 50th anniversary edition cover sold it to me. It is effectively an erotic Rob Ryan stencil cut. But it isn't Rob Ryan.