... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Art out of context … ( You couldn’t make it up ! )
On my way back in to South London this afternoon, I had to
pop in to the warehouse of Brindisa, famous importers of marvellous Spanish
foodstuffs, to fetch a big leg of Jamon.
There is a newly framed picture in their despatch and goods-in
office
Not terribly appetizing ! … Goya’s painting of Saturn
Devouring His Children.
http://www.museodelprado.es/goya-en-el-prado/obras/ficha/goya/saturno-devorando-a-un-hijo/?tx_gbgonline_pi1%5Bgocollectionids%5D=6&tx_gbgonline_pi1%5Bgosort%5D=d
http://www.museodelprado.es/goya-en-el-prado/obras/ficha/goya/saturno-devorando-a-un-hijo/?tx_gbgonline_pi1%5Bgocollectionids%5D=6&tx_gbgonline_pi1%5Bgosort%5D=d
Monday, November 4, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
still clinging on in battersea ... made in new york ?
https://archive.org/stream/copperweathervan00jwfi#page/10/mode/thumb
weathervane catalogue via feuilleton
Friday, November 1, 2013
A sometimes daft and improbable Friday
Homeward bound at dusk, the platforms at Vauxhall are crowded,
the signs aren’t working, the African station announcer is hesitantly struggling with his syntax … and then everyone on the station looks
incredulous because a completely clean and completely empty train draws in.
In mid-afternoon, as I slow down for a level crossing by
Betchworth Station, a highly polished green steam locomotive thunders past, belching
grey smoke and drawing eight antique brown and cream Pullman carriages.
On the three-thirty bus to work this morning, a jolly crowd
of well-heeled but penniless Halloween clubbers get on and argue about the
fare. One athletic young man is dressed
as a pumpkin … and he is ready and willing, he declares loudly in a public school accent, to
fight any passenger that disapproves. “Relax !”, I tell him, “You look great !”
http://www.orient-express.com/web/uktr/british_pullman.jsp?c=ppc&p=uk&cr=uktr_br_bp&gclid=CM-5yanyxboCFRMctAodwxsAZQ
http://www.orient-express.com/web/uktr/british_pullman.jsp?c=ppc&p=uk&cr=uktr_br_bp&gclid=CM-5yanyxboCFRMctAodwxsAZQ
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Friday, October 25, 2013
3BT
Alvi greets me at his front door. He holds up two small pine cones for me to
see. Laughing, I reach in to my bag and
pull out … a pineapple ! You can see from
his expression that his little brain is already engaging with problems of difference
and similarity.
Walking through the dark rainy streets to the factory, above
the roar of two cheese lorries backing on to their loading bays just before four in the morning, the night
loader Winston Heavens’ radio is playing. I hear, and then recognize in only two or three seconds, the
opening bars of Talking Heads' Once In A Lifetime (Same As It ever Was); same as it ever was indeed, because that riff excites me now just as much as the first time I heard it in the
Dug Out thirty something years ago. I pause to stand there in the rain, briefly enraptured
School is out for some, and all along the Wandsworth Road, and down
in Nine Elms it is a great sunny afternoon for tiny children of every race and
colour to be out walking with their grandparents.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
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