Cupar police station

went for a long drive* today to try and escape the hangover

didn't work

it came all the way to north fife and back again

all I could muster was this drive by of Cupar police station - which for one moment made me think that I was in fact hangover transported back in time to the washed out architecture and civic gardens of my childhood - the colours were remarkably 1970s too - was the 1970s a massive big hangover?

Did my formative years occur in the shadow of a nation of desaturated, dehydrated, demotivated, defrosting things?

Well. Did it?

*this should really read 'went for a long driven today' I do not drive. I do not understand driving. I do not understand how so many people do understand driving. I am glad that Chris understands driving. Because otherwise I would not be able to go drivening.