rubbish soup

arrr so it's exactly, erm, a month since i last wrote. time flies. it flies, time. yeah this is bad, but i'm trying to get better at it because i know there are so many of you out there who... rely on my blog. i'm welling up. so. i have been a busy little bee for the past few weeks, and this is all momentum of my own creating... for once. i'm taking back CONTROL, London!

anyway. there are some things i'd like to share with you.

mathematically correct breakfast (you won't regret clicking this)

guilty dogger (does anyone but me remember dogger? it was a children's book, nothing to do with george michael)

things you don't need but they're pretty and you want them

estellehanania

and on another note, this, which i find tragic but also fascinating (article here).

i imagine this rubbish cloud solidifying... then people start visiting out of curiosity and just floating around on plastic chairs, eating popsicles - and before you know it, a new civilisation rises from the debris of this one - like

the exquisite shit of glory

of which i have just read in One Hundred Years of Solitude (so called because that's what is necessary in order to get through the damn book? me thinks so.)