A wee spot of friday afternoon procrastination in the nation. Its the Glasgow School of Art degree show tonight and I am distraught to be stuck up a mountain and not dancing about in the drizzle with cheap-red-wine lips. For all those who are going, give the walls of the Foulis a wee lick for me, and say hello to my flat mates blood stain on the stairs of the Vic.
For those of you who can't go neither, we shall have to content ourselves with a bottle of vinegary wine and this.
Hurrah for degree shows!