I am the guacamole of truth into which you may dip the nacho of need
in which Bethy invites you to dance the Prince Charming
I went to see Adam Ant this evening. It was good. I danced. I took a half-decent photo from far away with no flash…I’m tired now. Apologies for the half-arsed post, but it counts so ner. I might add more tomorrow. Maybe. Maybe not.