ReJoyce

Today I completely surprised myself by caring so much about something that after due deliberation and soul searching on the L39 marooned halfway up George street I decided I would not give up in the face of moral adversity and fear and loathing which would normally send me scuttling back into my quangoish scaffold of complete and utter bullshit and therefore this fish remains hooked and sinkered and certainly none the wiser for reading way too much Joyce as a child unworthy of such content and dreaming of Venice and paparazzi. So there.