of course, ardizzone's debt to daumier's genius is easy to see ...

a lucky find at oxfam ...

sometimes i think there's a little too much girly stuff around the flat ...

extwa, double-bonus, twiple-dividend, gwatuitous wabbitwy

i blame you all ... no one told me coelacanths had relatives

... and belatedly introducing Latimeria's aged aunt, Mawsonia ...

... of course, i'd gladly credit the artist if i knew his/her name

http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/2013/04/20/coelacanths-are-unexceptional-products-of-evolution/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coelacanth

you have been warned ...

tired of life in the fast lane, watson and crick make a break for it

... but are caught in the beams of my trusty pocket torches

whilst driving this morning, i listened to a learned discussion of the life and essays of montaigne on BBCradio4 ... i listened again when i got home, and then drove to the village where he had lived using google earth's street view

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01s0qmj

i think i'll call the wabbits watson and crick

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molecular_Structure_of_Nucleic_Acids:_A_Structure_for_Deoxyribose_Nucleic_Acid

nothing came, nothing went ...

don't get me started ...

not long ago, i walked in to malmesbury's athelstan museum and "discovered" a new acquisition bequeathed by richard hatchwell

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/obituaries/richard-hatchwell-antiquarian-bookseller-whose-customers-included-betjeman-sassoon-russell-and-rowse-1806784.html

http://www.sheila-markham.com/Archives/hatchwell.htm

not the house where i was born, but my earliest memories were formed whilst living in the little cottage, second door on the right

it wasn't even a two-up-two-down, more like one-and-a-half-up-one-and-a-half-down, with an outside loo and the tin bath hanging on a nail in the yard

when i "chanced" on this drawing, my heart almost stopped

it was made seven years before my parents moved in, and the view is just as i first recalled it, though mine was from a lower viewpoint

in the days when most people didn't own a car and traffic was unusual, infant ears delighted in the double echoes of footsteps crossing the square, horses' hooves on their way to the vet's. the rattle of milk bottles in steel crates, the chatter of sparrows, the laughter of children, quiet adult voices in the still air outside the bath arms, etc

we moved out in 1954

my father borrowed a handcart from the nearby undertaker and moved our possessions in half a day

a country church ... at sandy lane near bromham

alvi, the natural philosopher

alvi, the door-to-door salesman