... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
'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 ...
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
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 ?
He: Would you like to move the ( ENORMOUS ) fridge from the kitchen in to my bedside ?
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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
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
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
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 ...
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
aaargh! more frigging needlework problems
i bought a hat
because i like the blue colour ...
because the real cotton is nice and soft ...
even though the brim was far too wide and silly ...
so then i set to with my little scissors and have only just discovered that the stitching on the brim is not concentric but spirals in or out depending which way you look at it
will this qualify me for free treatment as a fashion victim ?
because i like the blue colour ...
because the real cotton is nice and soft ...
even though the brim was far too wide and silly ...
so then i set to with my little scissors and have only just discovered that the stitching on the brim is not concentric but spirals in or out depending which way you look at it
will this qualify me for free treatment as a fashion victim ?
Saturday, August 8, 2009
an unwillingness to believe three impossible things before breakfast
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