I hang suspended

A rare two days in London catching up with friends in my former home.

I spend the whole day fervent with the promise of countless blipportunities.

After queuing for an indecent amount of time to see Hirst's duff bling skull I emerged into the unexpected eyeblinking sunlight of the south bank to see this beauty hanging in the air for me.

Missing the monkeys and my wife, but appreciating the opportunity to amble aimlessly along the tracks of my previous life.

Goodnight blip.