Is Douglas dead? Or is that what they want you to think?
Maybe he’s busking, blowing his tiny trumpet under a grey, wind-blown bridge, in the hope passers-by throw him a few tiny morsels of butter. Any make, salted or unsalted, he can’t be fussy these days.
3 March 2011.
The individual feeds aggregated…
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