When I was a kid, my mother always warned me not to drink anything blue I found under the kitchen sink or in the garden shed.
Today I see sweaty kids and adults alike - all shapes and sizes - drinking blue liquid from clear plastic bottles running through my neighbourhood with no particular destination in mind.
This may explain a lot.

“I would much prefer to suffer from the clean incision of an honest lancet than from a sweetened poison”
Mark Twain

Many thanks to Jacinda for some worldly homespun advice and Mr Lang for lending me a beat.
Was going to use more of Jacinda’s insect pella, but it all got a bit too freaky so I only had a little sip.

Scomber 2009
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