Chris Rouse. Drinking a Desperado, and taking on all those who challenge him.
Yesterday I managed to lose my keys for the first time ever on the Subway.
This was a fairly major catastrophe, as anyone who has come into contact with me unlocking a door will make some remark about “the **$&*^£ massive” pile of keys that are on there… including my one and only car key.
Today a nice lady from SPT called up and said that they’d been found.
There was some wonderful symbolism in the fact that they were handed in in Govan. Love it.
Have an unexpected bowtie song to go along with the photo too. Just because.
September 2010, Scarborough
Hasselblad 500CM – Fuji Neopan 400 pushed to 800