A new profile picture is as good a reason as any to pull my finger out (of what? a pie with proverbial blackbirds, perhaps?) and warn you that you shall be seeing a lot more of me on the FP soon, so for Satan's sake watch out, my dear.

My heart yearns to spit out a good blog entry, but my head is full of razorblade butterflies due to excessive wine consumed on the wintry streets of Soho. Gavi at the Groucho club was a delight... but then I lost a button from my cape running down the stairs, Cinderella style, and the exquisite nectar turned into cheap plonk in the back of a dingy pub, and I turned into a pumpkin, and that's all how all fairytales end, at least until the next time.

But you can always find me on facebook, Tumblr and all those those necessary evils of life. And get yourself some extra genitals for Valentines. See you then.


PS Random picture:

(channeling jesus clad in a dress made of nipples)

And happy St Vicious day!
(33 years ago today Sid Vicious died of an overdose. He was 21 years old.)