they'll be thirsting after righteousness a very long time in midhurst

empty teapots in midhurst

'ats wot changed 'istory

i had a hat like this in 1981-82 ... it had an already thirty-something-year-old brass and enamel badge with the tiny two-tier slogan: BUTLIN'S/SECOND WEEK ... it went AWOL during a punch-up in the Dug-Out, a rarther grimy club that i loved in Bristol ... so, wherever you are, whoever you are ... GIVE IT BACK !

... and just in case Butlin's isn't part of your ancestral mindscape ...

a well-intentioned fairy with an outsized heart of gold ...

... generously sent some birthday cash ... but because she has forsworn the internet, she'll never know that i've wasted it on prosecco and new reading glasses

ornithologically clapham common

as the dear old dog and i meander from clapham junction towards the pond on the common we are distracted by the conversation of seven magpies high in a plane tree

they seem to be trailing us and they fly on in parallel to a conker tree in which they discover two jays

monosyllabic insults are exchanged without recourse to violence

further on, at the pond, the resident heron leaves immediately but they see a young cormorant roosting on a dead bough and, possibly with typical curiosity, they settle quietly around him before sidling closer until he feels obliged to leave

the walk around the pond is quiet this morning and the council have belatedly posted notices warning of the algal bloom that started nearly three weeks ago

pillow talk ( from the master bedroom )

She: Is there anything you'd like me to do for you tonight ?

He: Would you like to move the ( ENORMOUS ) fridge from the kitchen in to my bedside ?

i venture forth to confer my seal of approval upon the new sir percival david room in the british museum

http://angustrumble.blogspot.com/2009/08/sir-percival-david-at-british-museum.html

3bt

in the deep dignified silence long before sunrise, a jaunty squirrel with an ebullient tail is silhouetted black against blue as he scampers along the bare curved bough of a gigantic cedar

moments later, a crow spreads her sawtooth-tipped wings and launches into a gentle glide from the end of the same bough, which bounces very slightly after she is gone

the grand old tree is keeping its dreams to itself

fresh fish is always best fish

driver's statutory rest period ... no towel, refreshed, but covered in little bits of seaweed

rites of passage ( number 999 )

hey presto !

the fatz, antoine smith ... died 20th october 2006, sadly missed by someone

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1543001/Its-little-kids-going-mad.-Its-relentless.-Whens-it-gonna-stop.html

the loved one took me out to sunday lunch on my sixtieth birthday

to the national film theatre to see catherine and francoise ... if you want tongue tied kids to learn french then here's a great starting point

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8I_km8IkVsE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LYssLIbm9s&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YJaCXsYjY8&feature=related

... etc etc

and later, much later, the source for this scene must have been this one ...

60 today ! hip hip hooray ! ( eternal gratitude to parents, siblings, offspring and multitude of loved ones who've helped me to survive ... )

... we're going out to dine and i can't decide what to wear ...

... whilst he just fancies a nice bright juicy eyeball

the found teddy must stay at home ...

... whilst we head for malmesbury abbey ...

... attend the memorial service for john bowen ...