Grim Up North, a shy and tiring fellow thus reluctant to publish quipped on the deadly potential of eating said puffer fish. The last fish supper. You're a wag Grim. It's been a long old day so I'm just going to steal it for the title. Puffer fish roulette. (sub-heading)
Jostling for croissants before dawn at a business networking event. Quick change of shoes to knock two inches off the heelage then leaping all over Lady Dixon Park with a wedding party in tow. Doors to manual, we'll be exiting from the rear of the plane.
Photograph: Fine Art Imaging, India & Belfast