Blood.

Yeah there's blood all over my neck.

Today consisted of sitting out a horrific comedown that thrashed my life, so much bubble, so much, boys everywhere, not boys for me, no no. I mean boys as in my Shields lads, but they're all so rough and scary but secretly soft. I've walked into the grime I can't wait to photograph when I come to the age and experience required.

I love all of my shields babies, but they do sometimes have my life to the point where I am so off my head I sit on the bathroom floor writing melodies and singing songs and asking questions to the bathroom tiles because even though no one can hear me, it somehow makes me feel better.

I fell asleep when I eventually got on the bus after violently throwing up outside the metro station at Simonside near Newcastle. I lay across the back bus seats and no one approached, my feet smelt bad which I reckon warded them off as I had removed the dreaded shoes.

Haven't had a tab in 11 hours, i've been that fucked.

But I had a great night with my Baby Paigey.