I went to a gabba night on friday. I have now re-calibrated my mind. I no longer believe in space and time as linear concepts.*

Tomorrow I am off to Glasgow in search of art nouveau, flowers and symmetricality. This time, I will remember to take photos.

I am looking at photos of women at war. She warriors and mothers, their eyes are brick walls, rifles slung across their shoulders, mouths curved as proudly as the steel barrel of a gun. They give life and they take it away - the paradox of the female soldier.

I will post photos from Glasgow - if I don't forget to take any, which happens more often than you would think.








*(I am exagerating a little for effect;)