So I was at my friend James' house watching the final episode of The Almighty Johnsons.
Much fun and hilarity was had. And much booze drunken.
Drunken being the operative word.
Now I know James has been a fan of my drunken walks home and the photographs I invariably take on these stumbling journeys. So I'm sure he will be delighted to know that a party at his home has initiated yet another of my crooked paths.
Usually I don't get to see these pictures until the next day so I have no answers for you as to why these images took my fancy - they just do.
Drunken Nick, it seems, fancies himself as a bit of a photographer. He isn't he's a monstrous bore who always leaves the bathroom in a terrible state and has an unquenchable appetite for kebabs.
So here, once again for your enjoyment, yet another of my drunken strolls...