Sometimes we need nude black and white images of ladies in helmets to remind us of what love looks like. The fact that its only been a day since she left for Edinburgh, and I'm already pining away alone in our little room above Clapham Commom, must mean that either I'm a pruned sap, or possessed of an awful short term memory.
The Vex on up
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