My father wanted me to be an arson baby. My mother wanted me to be a hammond organist. I wanted to be a showjumper.
Well, who am I? Master of the monosyllabic boredom.
Deja Vu
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I said on Monday that the repairers were coming back to complete the repairs,
just over two weeks after having been to measure up and order the parts.
They...
Armani Exchange: Going Out On A Limb
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We hear the words "insane art direction" far too often these days, so it's
nice to have an image that properly captures the sentiment.
Thanks to Alla!
It’s not as funny as it used to be
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I’d rather drifted away from Viz, and only picked up November’s issue
because it promised a nostalgic wallow in the company of some of my old
favourites, s...
John Fekner and the Berlin Wall
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In commemoration of the Berlin Wall coming down on Nov 9 1989 we thought we'd share this story about John Fekner. In 1986, Fekner spent time in Berlin as par...
No Signal
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Just in case anyone tries to get me on the mobile this week, it's switched
off, because there practically no reception in this part of the Highlands.
Which...
147. haaste
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Tällä viikolla haasteena on *kuu*.
Muistattehan, että haasteesta saa inspiroida aivan vapaasti mitä ikinä
mieleen putkahtaa.
Runotorstaissa runoillaan m...
Party!
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The useful side-effect of the Russian having magnifying glasses surgically
attached to his face to spot my shortcomings more easily is that he’s now
brilli...
Happy Halloween!
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Or is Halloween supposed to be happy? I'm never too sure. Anyway, whatever
it's supposed to be, here are some Halloween-themed links:
*Nightmare pop*
Firs...
Observational Humour
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I pride myself on my powers of observation. For instance, I am very good at
noticing when people are left-handed, either in real life, or on-screen.
Obviou...
The High Life
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Grottaglie, Italy
Another installation from this year's Fame Festival. This was placed near
the local fly-tipping area and dog pound - the high life indeed...
Unusual Media Epiphany
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I had an unusual media epiphany last week, and it had nothing to do with
Trafigura, Jan Moir or the balloon boy, whatever that last one was all
about.
No,...
Beware of trouble that requires specialist equipment
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*Beware of trouble that requires specialist equipment *
All mountains are exactly the same - they go up.
Unless you're at the top, in which case they don't...
The Cabinet Maker's Granddaughter
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So what would you like to do? she says patiently.
I'd like to listen to the radio and make things out of wood all day. That's
what I want to do. And not ha...
The whole of Ireland
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Conor stopped the car on top of the highest hill in the North and from there
I could see the whole of Ireland stretched out in front of me. The sun was
b...
Ten Questions
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I was just having this discussion with someone this weekend and I'm going to
share it here.
It is the unusual horseperson who never considers breeding a h...
THURSDAY 9TH JULY - KNEEHIGH
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Last Thursday evening P and I went to see Kneehigh Theatre's production of
*BRIEF ENCOUNTER. *
**
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*Cameras were not allowed in the auditorium so the best ...
Veni, Vidi, Circunambulati
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It has been a strange tour of service, these past three years, showing the
ghosts of the Camel and Pilot around the world for which they fought and
died. O...
Review: ‘Rocknrolla’
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‘Gloriously ostentatious’ (Total Film) **** ‘A sparkling return to form’
(Heat) **** ‘Arse juice’ (The Done Thing) That said, it’s a bit rich of
Peter Brad...
Questions, Questions.
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Now I’m no oil-painting, but. Should the woman with only one tooth, one
brown and decaying single tooth in her entire head, really be allowed to
serve cust...
Superlon Advent Calendar 2007 - Day 24
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Stejar Strahl and Twilight Turtle came back to the Palace of the Frozen
Tears. They hadn't found any treasures; not one shiny packet of happiness,
not eve...
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Hope you had a wonderful time! All the best for the New Year. Hope you've got some time off work to relax.
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