The morose and the profane

Bollocks to you hideous British summer I know you never come with a money back guarantee BUT STILL!! It has been yonks since London has had some proper sun and seeing that it is still SUPPOSED to be summer I think you really ought to let the sun out now.

Sorry for being moody most malignant.

I know I have just come back from a lovely summer holiday so I have absolutely no right to be moaning.

I can’t ‘elp it. This weather is going to plunge me into sickness.

Do you like my necklace? Hiro bought it for me, he says it suits me.
I adore my little candy like skulls. They are a fitting friendship to my morose moods. When I am particularly cross with someone I imagine that I have shrunk their skulls into puny little fings that I can quash, if I feel so inclined.

Necklace by Vivienne Westwood.

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