Circumstantial flummery from a would-be spoonbean hustler.

Melancholy for Manchester and forlorn of Fenchurch.

Wine, darts and BowieLast night the last episode of my favorite BBC production Ashes to Ashes aired. It was phenomenal. Metaphysical, nostalgic, heart wrenching. God love everyone who helped bring these characters to life, because it was a fine thing indeed.

You have destroyed me.

Now I have to figure out some way to get through Sunday night. Sure will miss ya, Guv.