Disintegration Street

The safest place tonight away from dystopian destruction was the Triple fff brewery. It had been interesting doing some steward work; you watch others, learn new things. Mon i left the Big Chill and got the 5am train where i slept before going straight to work. In the evening we were caught up in the Clapham Junction malarky.

Wayseers are keepers of the flame; welcome home. If you're not cool then you will not be ready for me now. All bases are covered and the results will look after themselves. I will make my detractors implode by working them over. Feel the vibrations.