Ritualistically sat behind the bar, fiddling with pictures, words and information in my head, staring into dozens of empty glasses feeling anxious like the itchy trigger fingered sceptic cousins of ours.

my foot hurts

Good morn' to you all. The work has started and collections of my mind faeces will be divulged onto this very blog. Feel free to bitch, moan or comment on the various pieces of my mind.