"The fuck is that?" says Talbot, gawking from the far-side of the room, eyeing the side of the screen that this isn't. "The fuck is that that's there, next, that you have?"
"S'a self portrait" I says.
"A self portrait..." says he. "Of who?"
A shrug. "I dunno yet."
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Mondo Irlando is a thing all about what the thing that I am might be doing at one time or other owing to thoughts thunk and stuff seen and stuff heard and this class of caper. It has words and songs and pictures. It also has some adverts for things I know nothing about and had nothing to do with and which seem to involve mortgages a lot of the time. It is currently all a-twitchin tween the jaws of reconstruction.