Do I hear 21... 21... 21..?

...and that, I guess, is the end of that. Was rather hoping for some posts from people who have dragged themselves across rural landscapes (over a period of many weeks) using only their arms. Or people who have stumbled along unmade, unlit roads past farms and fields and forms in the dead of night, "from here to those trembling stars." That sort of thing.

a happy birthday to jimmy the mod.

Shit. Sorry. I was profoundly drunk when I posted the above. Load of bollocks, obv.