I’m at home feeling poorly and wishing Lotte Jones still lived here so that I had an excuse to watch Living TV.
Here’s that bird what wears the ridiculous clothes. Today she’s wearing an especially ridiculous and somewhat evil looking Lego brooch of The Joker from the brilliant Year Zero London. Said brooch was a Christmas present from me and one which I’m rapidly regretting purchasing – the missus now hardly ever leaves The Katie Cave (formerly the spare bedroom) and has switched my gin with sulphuric acid. I’m also struggling to find the remote control (although I admit that this may be unrelated to Katie’s recent criminal metamorphosis).
Have a lovely evening. I’m considering Covonia’s merit as a cocktail incredient.