Night walkies. Had to darken that because the iPhone camera insists on turning night into day.

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Afternoon walkies

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I don't mind a bit of misery. It's the vacant dullness of Norah Jones that offends me. If Ravi Shankar wasn't her dad would anyone have agreed to publish that droning?

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I know some people don’t like Morrissey’s voice. It doesn’t bother me.

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I can’t understand why anyone would want to listen to Norah Jones. I suppose if you’re sick of life and want to fall into a coma, she’s your girl.

Lets sit on the bench and break this walk into two.

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I feel funny using the word titivate. It sounds rude.

All true.

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Had pastrami for the first time. Very nice in a sarnie but boring off-sarnie. I’m the kind of person who thinks that hotdogs and pizzas is novel, foreign food.