Ramsgate.

My old school has not fallen down, nor has my frustrated love for it. I could almost taste the pointless rugby friction on my way past. In this shot, secured as briskly as my right forefinger could manage, you might be able to see a couple of trad. arseholes, one of which may be the art teacher who I will always celebrate as a total shit.



Redemption. I am so glad that I will never suffer from blindness ever, etc.

I am so hurt about that Model Village.