Monday, 11 October 2010

TwoHundred And Thirteen





Everyone At the Barra's shouts and shouts and shouts and swears and spits and speaks in tongues. I loved it.
So much beauty in the Glasgow Scum.

Something has happened and I've decided that I need to just. Cheer Up.

C'mon Hen, s'no so Bad.
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