I can only wish that the UK ends your house arrest soon.
They can only pull that off if they send somebody over here to buy the apartment at my desired/required price and not just be sniffing the market for distress sales. Not there quite yet!
However, as I'd probably be going back to the Glasgow area, I'd most likely find myself right back where I was in '81 but a helluva lot older, without the studio alongside the house, and without the photo contacts... they're all dead, out of business or have been taken over by bean counters... I can hear myself already: why the fuck did you leave the Med? You dickhead! Didn't you learn anything?
Oh well, I suppose I could always revel in being the misfit yet again. Look on the bright side.
:-)
