Underneath This Lamppost Light

As with yesterday's blip, I'm going all old-fashioned again today (if I'm not careful, I may wake up tomorrow with a flat cap and waistcoat, and a big bushy moustache). Rattled down the cobblestones of Friar Street to snap this lamppost just as dusk covered the area, and went for a grainy, black and white look to it, accompanied by the King Blues ode to drunken young love.

We'll walk through the city at night,
And talk about what holds no relevance.
Swaying and stumbling with my arm around yours,
I can see pink elephants.
And the smell of kebab meat, and sausage in batter,
Will always remind me of you,
In the chip shop at the end of the night,
Making sure I get some food

So kiss me underneath this lamppost light,
I know it smells of piss, but you look beautiful tonight,

If I had the money we'd be in a cab,
Not waiting for this bloody bus,
But I'll hold you tight so you don't get cold,
You're never one to fuss,
I kiss you after you've thrown up in the gutter,
I'd do anything for you,
A broken heart and a poisoned liver,
But we will stumble through

So kiss me underneath this lamppost light,
I know it smells of piss, but you look beautiful tonight,

My head is spinning and my body's shaking,
As I cover my eyes from the light,
Why do I feel so dehydrated when I drank so much last night?
When you breathe I feel your body move next to me,
And my heart beats like a hammer Lord knows,
'Cause I've travelled through a million towns,
But I never seen two eyes as lovely as those

So kiss me underneath this lamppost light,
I know it smells of piss, but you look beautiful tonight.

Elsewhere, I've now put about half a dozen of my water-shots from Sunday night up on my Blipfolio for all to peruse.