The Tracks of my Tears.

Tinka prodded me in the direction of these pictures. Urgh, that's all I've got to say about them.

Um, now, Glasgow, compared to Aberdeen, is an incredibly diverse city. Having said that, I was pretty intrigued to see a woman in my shop today with pronounced facial scarring. It was clearly deliberate, composed and very finely done, but it's not something you see here. Ever.

I've been trying to google, looking for some sort of clue as to where she was from, but to no avail - anyone got any ideas where to look. And is it so rare after all?*

A hell of a mistake from the Israeli military today - a full day of bombing, with the well-established and marked UN base saying "stop shooting at us", culminating in a guided missile killing four unarmed observers. "Oops" doesn't really cover it, now does it?

This is a really good read, incidentally - thanks Jase.

Dave xx

*Hopefully that doesn't make me seem like a great big middle-class WASP now...

 

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