
From the ever-cheerful Nick Cave, a ballad, a lament, a curse.
To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain’t no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain’t no good
People Ain’t No Good – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Image: Crying Man Mayo Mejia 1992 See more here.






Am a big fan of the Grab Bag category…it’s one that I use when I want to post something, but am feeling too slack to write too much about it, the idea being that I’ve just reached into a bottomless bag of colourfully wrapped lollies, and that I’m determined to eat whichever one I grab, regardless of it’s flavour. Luckily, the Grab Bag is only full of yummy lollies – no turkish delight or orange centres to be found here, so you’re always sure to find something tasty.