Well, there is one church I’m thinking of painting when the weather is right.
A daft old man who stole a magic box. Anyway, did I ever tell you that I stole it. Well, I borrowed it, I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box. Amy… you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient and the bluest blue ever.
My sexuality’s not the most interesting thing about me.