No matter the flash, no matter that I was tipsy and couldn’t frame a nice shot in the dark if my life depended on it, no matter the leach out, I love that you decorated your own helmet, in spidery lines that remind me of lino-cut experiments in Year 9 Art – at which I was crap – and I like they way it matches the chalky lines on your scarf and so you are matching, but not so hard as to annoy me. Because though I love matching, over matching is beginning to drive me crazy.
eleanor j jackson 
Was this Ladro night?
indeedly it was… feels so long ago now…