Zë Stuart

Army ants march up my arm, snipping and pinching all asunder. In go the grellow beatles, ready to pillage and plunder. Amidst the tramping orange-bottle feet, I’m left in a cold

So said Oscar Wilde…

Is there nothing that science can’t do?

As I cycled to work this morning I tried to ignore passing cars, and instead replace them with eerily deserted day-time streets, imagining instead of the light day-bag on my back

Now this isn’t going to be inflammatory, I thought it worth posting my BoB that I put together. I found myself getting off a flight back from the West coast of the