Ahoy there me hearties! Here are the musings, thoughts and comeuppance of Tinka Tayla, older hailer.
From ink blot to story plot, Polaroid picnic to randomized tit bit, this is an exploratory journey into my Amuse-bouche.
On the bleary eyed walk to work this morning I came across more bleary eyed folk (some already a step ahead with the early caffeine hit) and stumbled across a gaggle of people staring at Boris Bikes… Huh?
As I got closer, it appeared that the entire row of Boris Bikes had been knitbombed. Awesome. Would it help the saddle sore? No, but fun nonetheless.