Now on. In case I got too pretentious, my little thank you speech at last night’s Private Viewing, was drowned out by a kazoo. I would have dueted with comb and paper, but if you’ve met me you’ll know I have little call to carry a comb. Amazingly there was even some wine left (this might be linked to a no-show from another Mancunian photo-blogger and a gentleman I know from the motoring press). Ta to everyone who came and until we meet again in the place where there is no darkness.
P.S. Damn handy places to hang banners from – all them cctv poles.