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I'm longing to make a post with lots of pictures and loud noise about how wonderful Kelmscott was (I bought poison bottles!), but it's a mad rush this morning as Boycreature is coming to stay for a week. I need to make the house less...disgusting.

So in a week's time, I'll tell you Muffins all about it. There were pewter paperwieghts in the shape of William Morris' head.  They looked like belligerent decapitated garden gnomes.

Adopt a pigeon today, you heartless peasant.

I love London. Derelict London has some fantastic photographs of abandoned tube stations and bizarre news headlines (Killer Algae!). Also, illuminating information on what exactly happens when you step on a dead rat. It'll be the last time you eat a chicken kiev.



Call yourself an animal lover? Save The Pigeons!

I'm considering adopting several thousand needy pigeons and rats. I shall use my cuddly army of so-called-vermin to overthrow the British Public Transport system. If we had rat-pulled coaches and pigeon-operated trams, phable wouldn't be running two hours late and we'd be sitting on the sofa right now, giggling at my Victorian soap opera. Woe.