P. Augustine's Sofa Chair
Brixley here, woke up today in a tuxedo with a hip-flask of martini taped to my calf. I have somehow travelled to Bruges during the cover of nightfall after a particularly sprightly night at one of P. Augustine’s biannual “After Dark” parties. I shall keep you postered howevermore since I discovered a death-threat from Oxford in my coat pocket along with a train station locker key and a heart shaped butterscotch shortbread – crumbled.
Brixley here, just letting you know that I have evolved to the digital age or ‘digage’ as they say or so I have been led to believe. Firstmost and premierly I will be updating this digital logbook with my reportaging as I continue upon my misadventures. Secondest I will try not to make up words as Oxford and Webster have been on my case, but believe me their uppance will come.
Unfortunately in Brussels it is 4:20 in the after midday and I have an appointment with my good friend and editor J.R.Bingham. In my next post I will hopefully have a blurred picturegraph of ‘man-about-town’ P. Augustine’s sofa chair, here’s hoping.