Yellow Peril

The artistic side of me came out yesterday. Must have been my upbringing of Rolf Harris, Vision On and latterly Art Attack. During my morning snow stroll I felt the urgency to offload the excess water I had taken onboard. Having found a secluded drift in the woods, I thought it would be investing to see if I could sign my name with my personal marker. Despite my efforts it all ended up in a yellow mess and chipolata rather than bratwurst.


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