Today A Rude Brief Recitative

This lady, who I don’t think to be a real lady, but a plastic one in a shop window, sneaked into the memory of my mobile camera telephone, via the camera. This is the exact kind of thing that stops me updating this website.

So many things have been happening to me: one day there was a real lady in the underground playing discordant jazz on a saxophone. Another day, ‘elephant polo’ came up twice, at random, six hours apart. You see now, why?