
As the autumn weather brings out the autumn crocusses (crocii? Crocarse?), the last bees of the year drag themselves along irritably, awaiting certain doom. Nature in St. James' park.

After years of blundering through life and getting it wrong, I decided to go a bit zen and move to Japan. And after 2 years of social mistakes, language errors, over-drinking and karaoke I came home for a break. So now I'm getting it wrong around the UK. This should only be a temporary change, but who knows? Destiny spies a man in high heels and a wig...
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