...is not the latest natural history programme presented by Bill Oddie and Kate Humble although I might make a pitch for it later with the people at the beeb. I refer instead to the activities of my sometime acquaintance the Little Hippy Mate, just as I thought I had heard the last of her failed dreams I got a text message today which only took an hour to decipher - fortunately preventing Herr Doktor von Squeakenstein from carrying out his threat to recreate the Colossus machine that they invented to break the German Enigma code.
Anyway there was no mention of opening parties for tattoo and piercing emporia in E11 nor of taking photographs of bands named after reformed meat snacks or even of her previous plans to tour the United States or move to Cornwall, no photographic work for me so what do I care about what the silly deluded hippy wretch is up to. Only pausing to refrain from answering the question "Hw ru m8" by texting back "Dead Eyes See No Future" I have established that her latest pipe dream is to move down to Brighton to do who knows (or cares) what.
On a completely different tack we may be soon going digital - volunteers for photographic humiliation may apply now.
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