Following on from the recently underwhelming week of early tat, and because I want to reach my third birthday next May before the barrel is dry and the cupboard is scraped, I’m once again fishing around in the week-old bag of lettuce leaves for the ones that not quite too-far gone – believe me, there are others in there which are nothing but liquid sludge.
These ones are just about presentable, especially after a few nips and tucks with the blue pencil.
The role of almost-shame consists of:
Five Loaves & Two Red Fishes
Calling All Stations
Collaterals
World Peace
The Rigours of Indolence
To the Future
Just Another Joe
Ecce Humanitas
Juvenilia Week 2 – any improvement ?
Rhyming Couplets 