Monday at eight...
A badly-composed shot of the clock tower of the former Birkenhead Town Hall at night when on my way to Bar Indigo or the Heartbreak Hotel because all my attempts at finding a girlfriend there have ended in heartbreak or when I thought I HAD found someone, any hopes of something lasting have been dead in the water.
You're probably wondering why I've changed the date when this was taken, well, when you take a photo of something like this which isn't floodlit at night, you can get away with it.
This looks very Back To The Future, doesn't it?
Monday at eight...
A badly-composed shot of the clock tower of the former Birkenhead Town Hall at night when on my way to Bar Indigo or the Heartbreak Hotel because all my attempts at finding a girlfriend there have ended in heartbreak or when I thought I HAD found someone, any hopes of something lasting have been dead in the water.
You're probably wondering why I've changed the date when this was taken, well, when you take a photo of something like this which isn't floodlit at night, you can get away with it.
This looks very Back To The Future, doesn't it?