Hell Is A Coat You Don't Yet Own
"Cool people don’t win the Pulitzer."
Jane Smiley
I didn't post many pictures from Florence when I was out there a few weeks back. This is because I didn't take many and a lot of them were less than stellar, but here's a couple I really like:
Be A Fucking Lion. End of story.
Man discovers his twin brother is a centaur and beats him to death with a salami.
I love Florence. It would be a good place to end my days when I am (a lot) older. Which leaves me with something of a dilemma as I definitely said the same thing about Copenhagen when I came back from there too. Truth of the matter is, I will likely end my days in an old cattle shed in the Welsh hills.
So long as I have said all I had to say, that will be fine also.
Thanks to those of you who have picked up a copy of Cities of the Dead. Stocks arrived yesterday and I'm about to do the old 'brown paper' thing ready to hit the post tomorrow. I forgot it was Christmas soon and that the world only has four people capable of delivering things promptly at this time of year. It's far enough away not to be a huge pain in the ass but if you've ordered and are reading this - feel free to check in with me if you're still empty handed by mid-week.
This week, I also figured adding this beautiful thing to my wardrobe would be a fine thing to do. Not for daily wear while walking the dog on the beach obviously but for those occasions when a little class is called for... it was love at first sight and I think that's OK - even though those cuffs won't stay white for long.
Imagine the state of them back in the day when you wore these things out in the field.
