...if you believe in that sort of thing. Though I suppose it's no less fantastical than a guy with a beard turning water into wine - or a guy with a beard landing reindeer on your rooftop. Today's 2 commuting albums were a bit infra red/ultra violet:
And to see if I can get my synapses firing back into fiction mode, I'm going to start tucking into this at lunchtime:
And unless someone wants to donate me a whole new setup so I can actually get out of the house and skate, that is all.