...and people ask me why I still go to this pub...

How many of you had a 78-year-old woman recite her favourite poem to you this evening, during the course of a conversation about books, literature, and the lost art of reading?

tonsorial matters

This morning (yes, I am blurry and yellowish in the morning):


This evening:


I took a few more photos, but had various arguments with flash, camera steadiness, appearance of subject, etc.