Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

In which Neurotic Owl pursues the arts, and the arts pursue someone else.



. . . and finds out he’s 6 months too late.  Aww.  Still, who doesn’t love Wales in February?

Just kidding, I’d love Wales anytime.  Anyone want to send me there/get me a job there?  I’ll be your bestest friend.   Anywhere in the UK would be lovely, in fact.

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