Go sit upon your lofty hill

Dear You,
Honk if you like peace n' quiet.
T.

Digesting the weekend

Dear You,
We took the road most travelled.
T.

I wrote a letter to my love and on the way I dropped it

Dear You,
If you want me, here I am.
T.

Weekend of colours

Dear You,
I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really, really out of my mind.
T.

Mi Manchi

Dear You,
It was all so charming and sexy. We dreamt of being one of those alluring Italian women with incredible style. We would smoke thin cigarettes, ride a scooter, wear custom-made blazers, eat pasta off pristine white plates and drink too much espresso.
T.

A slow boat to mediocrity

Dear You,
Please don't take away my highway shoes.
T.

My morning jacket

Dear You,
It was grey and dark and bitterly cold...right out of a Dickens novel.
T.