Friday, July 01, 2022
Thursday, June 30, 2022
Whisky and Covid
Strange Bedfellows & the Whisky and Covid Blues. Nobody has written the song yet as far as I know but perhaps one day we'll slug it out, see how it goes, see how it feels and play it for real. "Everybody had a good year..."
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
Escalation of Things
Following on from yesterday's post "grill pan fire of meat based activity", it is being reported that other similar events are taking place, albeit ignored by the (glutenous) mass media. Outbreaks of wild, sensual sausage dancing seem to happening across the country. An anonymous user sent me this picture. I'm not sure what's going on to be honest. Humans are present and also participating, I think. There's a hint of ketchup. It may be something to do with the pandemic, social hysteria and vegetarianism or not. I've no wish to point accusing, plump sausage fingers at any innocent party. People should just do what they like but maybe don't be too flag-wavy and enthusiastic about it. A keen sense of proportion is useful.
Tuesday, June 28, 2022
Sausages
Sausages performing one of their traditional "frying pan" folk dances. I was very lucky to capture this particular shot. As you may know sausages are quite private and shy and dislike it if any of their dancing or display performances are seen, never mind captured on film. For information these are of the venison variety.
Monday, June 27, 2022
Glastonbrie
The fans went wild. Never before has this happened, you will not believe your ears and eyes. It's all the best yet/ever/possible. Some of the onstage sound mixes were a bit dodgy though, but it's only a TV presentation. Glastonbrie Bingo.
Enough negativity though; some of it was pretty good, some OK, some mediocre, some of it was shit, all viewed from 500 miles away on a comfy couch. But a sense of balance doesn't exist in the over egged world of TV entertainment, which is what this has been reduced to.
Maybe we'll go next year and cheer it up with our own extremes of misanthropic and enthusiastic behaviour. That'll show them. And there will be mud.
Sunday, June 26, 2022
Call Any Vegetable
Trying to think of a suitable meal in which to use four artichokes and a bag of potatoes, nothing obvious coming up. That's the problem with the random varieties that arise with the homegrown growing of things in the garden. Turns out that vegetables grow in their own time, they're not all edible and ripe at the same time. Damn. In other news, artichokes are a member of the thistle family and as such are a bit spiky. Handle with care in the wild.
Friday, June 24, 2022
24th June 2022
Quite innocently a little while ago, I asked the gods of computer graphics what the 24th of June 2022 might look like and could they prepare a picture of it for me. A few days later (today in fact) I received this image in the post, it was printed on a stiff piece of board and carefully packed in a large brown padded bag. Inside the bag there was also a typed note marked for my attention. The note read:
"Thank you for your tiny spurt of interest in the future. We think that you will know by now that it has already taken place and that for all of us now a new future beckons. We stand on the very edge of it. However by the time you complete the task of reading this short letter that precious moment will also have passed, and so on. In a number of ways the future cannot ever exist or be grasped or experienced. Anyway good luck with all your exciting little ventures whatever they may be. We'd also like to add that we'd rather you didn't contact us ever again. We're busy doing vital work and you're just a bit of a pest and a waste of space. So thanks once again and goodbye."
Best Regards
Your Elders and Betters
Thursday, June 23, 2022
Solidarity
Solidarity and sympathy for the striking rail workers: There's not a great deal I can do but I'm with them in their struggle. There's a steaming pile of injustices in and across the world of work and employment law. The people of this country needs to learn to fight back against the oppressive government and business forces that are dragging it down in what appears to be a race to the bottom. Other brave groups need to add their weight to this and force some kind of action i.e. a general election and a change of regime. Of course I'm mindful of the old chestnut; careful what you wish for.
Wednesday, June 22, 2022
Stranger Thongs
Though this cassette copy of Hounds of Love has an asking price of £180 I believe others have sold for far more. Also in the same set of listings there are a few for sale between £20 and £50. At under £20 you get one of the various clearly "home made" versions, a not so desirable DIY desktop publication.
I did have a cassette copy of this back in the day, god knows where it is now, lost in the mists of time or maybe under the ice. Just as well probably or I'd be listing it here to cash in.
Oops!
When you're too old or too new you just can't quite fit in or be found. No point in searching again. This actually has a whole lot of advantages when you think about it. I'm driving an invisible car, I'm under the radar, they can't see me or find me or trace me. I'm outside of the system. Whilst neither comfortable or uncomfortable with this I say flick the lot of you; marketing people, Scalextric salesmen and auto grifters everywhere. I cannot be discovered, patronized or bought and your only response is Oops?
N.B. This does not seem to apply to speed cameras.
P.S. As you advance in years it is a good idea to keep some body space(s) clear for a wayward tattoo of some sort. Perhaps in the slot where a risky mole used to be?
Monday, June 20, 2022
Tree
Saturday, June 18, 2022
South Queensferry Daily Photo
Thursday, June 16, 2022
Plant Life
Bearing witness to the complexities of climate change, a solitary indoor orange tree contemplates her uncertain future.
Wednesday, June 15, 2022
Escaping the Fray
Tuesday, June 14, 2022
Antonio Pinto de Carvalho
Monday, June 13, 2022
Doctor Doughnut
I'm not the theatrical type, I don't particularly enjoy over egged or over rated performances but I like the doughnuts. Of course this theatre whilst remaining slightly absurd is fairly realistic. A production cycle made transparent and (spoiler alert) a lot of dough and doughnuts don't make it to the end and remain embedded in the floor. There also are some housekeeping issues but I'll just leave that here. The high price of fame, hot fat and excess sugar is obvious. In the end it's pretty much another sweet little story of no actual consequence.
Saturday, June 11, 2022
Mint & Clissy
Cats have no respect for the individual's personal space or for the space shared on some kind of limited, partly negotiated and informal basis. They don't care. They do as they please. We just look on at the unbalanced relationship, tottering and creaking in all it's curious glory.
Friday, June 10, 2022
Late Friday
Friday comes but once a week and if the weather is fine then the grass can be cut, the cat litter tray can be cleaned out and various patches of interior painting touched up. Then trim away at some rogue plants and iron a few shirts. I also reminded myself that I'm still not at all a competent slide guitar player despite occasional bursts of trying followed by sustained periods of giving up on it all together. Thankfully that little spurt of enthusiasm didn't last too long. Perhaps my hand is too unsteady or my eyesight too weak to connect correctly with the slide, strings and fret board and actually create a pleasant musical sound. Then there's the wonky brain problems ... and I can't actually find my proper slide.
Thursday, June 09, 2022
Plant a Tree
To everyone who is cool enough to be planting a tree because it's the done thing: For every cola bottle you buy we'll plant a tree, for every ton of wood pulp your corporation uses we'll plant another, for every Multi Launch Rocket System we manufacture we'll plant a dozen trees. For every £1.82 litre of petrol you pump we'll reanimate a dinosaur and promise to nuke all future comets of a certain size that might threaten the earth. Get two meal deals from Tim Horton's and we'll plant a tree and create a unicorn from spare genetic materials we found in the lab on an old petri dish.
Wednesday, June 08, 2022
Le Mans
The strange art world of the bold comic stripper. Where reality meets nothing in particular but still constructs colourful vistas and situations you might like to explore or even live in, unless that is it's already occupied by super hero types who clearly would be the worst of noisy and aggressive neighbours. This depiction is clearly focused on the rain, sweat and desperation of a full 24 hour road race many years ago. Everyone is busy. I like the drafting but this one panel is enough. I lack the concentration to read and study any more of it. I'm also worried that I may stumble upon some dark matter, hidden there in plain sight.