We'll Run Till We Drop

And We'll Never Go Back.


If I was clever enough, I'd knock up one of those triptych fellies showing 1) the snowdrops I was on the ground photographing 2) the 6.5 stone dog with no brakes hurtling towards me and 3) the bloody tissue from my nosebleed. Anyway, in the words of Spruce Springclean 'the highway's jammed with broken heroes' ....











Born To Run, Bruce, 1975.