Another lunchtime, another spare moment and something off the cuff.
My mind works on images, I am an image machine and thinking about what to write an image returned to me of the last stag night I was on. Even when drunk the mind snaps away.
I take after my dad in that I don't like crowds, which is another way of perhaps saying I don't like the majority of people unless they have character and I have the opportunity of finding it. Something which is dead in the water when it comes to a crowd.