lightning romance

in romance i desperately want to be struck by lightning but I don’t know where’s the best place to stand, most everywhere i go seems like a coalmine when i ought to be running round on a blasted heath in a tin-foil hat and cricket spikes whilst flying a kite.

but where’s that?
(advice gratefully received)

About caspar

Caspar is just one monkey among billions. Battering his keyboard without expectations even of peanuts, let alone of aping the Immortal Bard. By day he is an infantologist at Birkbeck Babylab, by night he runs
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