Inspired by Dennis Jorgensen's gem of yesterday, I was out wiv da kidz trying to remain positive and upbeat for the umpteenth day of them knocking lumps out of each other ./ demanding money, food, entertaining when I figured I might get something back from them just this once.

So Tom's jacket (whilst not as funky as the one in Dennis' shot) nicely mirrored all the crossings at the Fort, so...

Then we proceeded to try on an exponentially inverse number of jeans in relation to the number we bought; see also tops.

Still, Cigs is alive and well and kicking and x box has taken a battering; I'm almost looking forward to work.

(Am I fuck.....)