Morning Blogspacs. It's 00.30, I'm sober. Therefore I shouldn't be here, and you're not reading this. Like some kind of pointless witching hour that it is.

You know what, I might just re-invent this place in a few weeks in order to spread the stories and times had riding around Cambodia. Hopefully a photo-blog special. Assuming no death is had. If you see none of the aforementioned, assume death was had.

I'ma just leave you these so you can see what you've missed over the last few months of High'Zines absence. Namely movember and then some snow. That's all winters good for, let's be honest, roll on the tepid warmths of spring.

No softcore, you haven't earnt it yet. Get back to me when you deserve it