A rubbish heap in which a Ukrainian nuclear fireman finds romance with Willie Nelson.
If tears could build a stairway / And memories a lane, / We’d walk right up to heaven / And bring you home again.
Stamina, blaze up your space, plus I got it on camera. Lower Clapton’s wildlife and some audiovisual plans.
Lukewarm barrel organ-ish ephemera from Hackney, London and thereabouts.
Now you see ’em, now you don’t.