Time to Move

With this hand, I will lift your sorrows;
Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine.
With this candle, I will light your path in darkness;
With this ring, I ask you to be mine.

The middle Baudelaire child was highly intelligent and articulate, although that was little comfort...

Judging by our recent viewing enjoyment, I fear we have been living in Leeds too long.


Ignore this, it's just a tag: Leeds
Ignore this, it's just a tag: goth
Ignore this, it's just a tag: Corpse Bride

Speak Up!

My laptop's been knackered for weeks, and my broadband connection's been down for over a fortnight. Is someone trying to tell me something about blogging?