I could very easily just spend my whole life wandering around random city streets looking for street art and wallowing in self pity that I cannot paint on walls that big with even a fraction of the talent.
Here are some photos from my last weekend wandering around London with some of my friends and most of them have a lot of pretty colours in them because I have a substance abuse problem for rainbows.
I also like bones!
I need that clock. I need it in my life. I need it like I need pizza and punctuality.
This is probably one of those posts I will look back on and be like 'I should have written something a bit more structured and thought-through than just leaking my weird personality out onto the Internet' but in an ideal world, you're only here for pretty pictures and toys rather than my literary descent into hyperactivity.