It’s with a sad heart that I throw these puppies in the bin. Bought in my second year at Uni and now 12 years old, they’ve finally given up the ghost – the soles have perished. Weep for them dear friend, weep!
Once again picked up from the ever dependable co-op charity book bin.
Okay so it’s not a big deal but myself and my much better half got the one – two on today’s Little Chimp feed. It’s kinda sweet isn’t it.
I was less than happy with how I left this yesterday so I went back today and put some more pencil down, ignored reference and just made it up.
I need a new coat. It’s got to be a Harrington, hasn’t it.
You really can’t beat the perfection of jet-black ink across a sheet of pristine white paper.