Found: Nathaniel's Manbag

Where else but Glasgow can a man in a drunken stupor lose a bag full of cash, illegal drugs, and transexual prostitutes and have it returned with everything intact three weeks later? (Answer: Vatican City.)

The lovely Hannah from Glasgow was the finder of the parcel, and for this we punish her with free Blood Arm tickets for life.

In addition to her uncompromising honesty and good will, Hannah is also a poet:

YOU LOST YOUR BAG IN GLASGOW,
I FOUND IT ON THE STREET,
I GUESS A PASS TO HAVE IT BACK
WOULD BE QUITE A LITTLE TREAT,

NOW I'M A HONEST PERSON
I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU SINCE,
AND MY DETECTIVE QUALITIES
HAVE BROUGHT ME TO THIS LINK

I NOTICE YOU HAVE WRITING,
I EMPATHISE WITH THIS,
I CAN'T IMAGINE HOW I'D FEEL
IF MY MOLESKINE WENT AMISS!

I WROTE A LETTER TO LA
BUT I GUESS YOU'VE BEEN LIVING THE TRANSIT WAY
SO TAKE MY DETAILS, WRITE ME BACK,
AND I'LL RETURN TO YOU YOUR MISSING SACK!!

A big round of applause for Hannah.

I've been extremely negligent about posting photos of late, but this is because I've been unable to charge my camera. Here are some images that pop up when one performs a Google image search for the Blood Arm, if this is any consolation:






I love you,

Ben Lee Handler