Wednesday, September 28, 2005


young oak in ashford forest Posted by Picasa

autumn acorn in ashford forest Posted by Picasa

clever lantern at cuckfield church Posted by Picasa

in cuckfield church porch Posted by Picasa

undecided starlings at cuckfield Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

prejudiced ? moi ?

i had a brief conversation with an even older cheese driver, shaun, about the merits of high-speed film noir dialogue, having just seen a dvd of otto preminger's fallen angel, made very cheaply in black & white in 1945 & currently available from the nft

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0037691/

we didn't have much time to talk after too long a day, so shaun ended a condensed diatribe on modern film by saying, "i'm an intellectual snob, really !"

"no, shaun !", sez i, "you read the daily telegraph and that makes you a reactionary snob; whereas i read the guardian and that makes me an intellectual snob !"

Monday, September 26, 2005


putney cormorants hanging out at low tide Posted by Picasa

battersea boatery Posted by Picasa

kent sheep and oak Posted by Picasa

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Thursday, September 22, 2005

dear diary ...

04.15 am - ish

am narrowly missed by three drivers in near collisions at succesive T-junctions as i cycle towards nine elms ... glad to be alive !

08.15 am

arriving in kent, slip while stepping out of cab and fall backwards from truck onto concrete but effortlessly achieve optimal landing on both buttocks and both shoulderblades simultaneously ... followed closely by back of skull

emit roar expressing mixture of shock, pain, and embarrasment ... energised with fear of permanent injury and inability to pay the rent

one second later realise that i am still lucid and nothing is broken

concrete apparently undamaged, kentish onlookers mildly amused, and i am mighty pleased to be alive

recovery fuelled by huge rush of adrenalin

11.00 am

as adrenalin rush subsides, buy bacon lettuce tomato and mayonnaise sandwich from a spotlessly clean road-side stall outside tonbridge

theatrically, whilst i wait, an inspector enters the stall uninvited, wearing a white coat and bearing a clipboard

watching the proceedings he enquires of the pretty lady with the "philadelphia cheese" accent, "have you washed that lettuce ?", to which she rarther candidly replies, "i've never washed a lettuce in my life ! ... i just trim off the outsides !"

17.00 pm

arriving home, discover that the girl at the supermarket checkout where i bought my spring onions has "generously" over-changed me by five pounds

18.00 pm

whilst reading today's wiltshire gazette on-line, discover that school-hating fourteen year old nephew tom has been sectioned after a foolhardy encounter with cheap drugs

my brother argues that young drug abusers shouldn't be protected and thus encouraged by confidentiality

there but for fortune go you or i


18.30 pm

check last night's national lottery results and am now a further ten pounds richer !

and so to bed ...

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

chocolate tears

we went to the airport and i bought a box of anthon berg strawberries in champagne chocolates before we flew to bilbao

there, in our hotel, whilst i lay staring at the trendy purple ceiling, she discovered a safe that could be programmed so that only her credit card would unlock it

and that was where SHE hid MY chocolates

there is no justice ...

173 years old ... Posted by Picasa

... and complicated Posted by Picasa

the jill windmill on the downs near brighton Posted by Picasa

Saturday, September 17, 2005


the bourgeoise spider Posted by Picasa

solomon guggenheim meets ned kelly Posted by Picasa

travellers' tales

who dares to say the basques have no humour ?

street furniture outside the bilbao fine arts museum Posted by Picasa

typical bilbao shop window Posted by Picasa

i said open the door, cloth ears ! Posted by Picasa

Sunday, September 11, 2005


pre-guggenheim Posted by Picasa

bilbao viscaya

we'll be catching a bus to stansted airport in the early hours on monday and then flying to bilbao

will a deputation of swooning marxist feminists be waiting to greet me when we land ?

will our hotel be nearly posh enough ?

can there possibly be enough alcohol in the city for both of our thirsts ?

will they sell me a half-price ticket for the train to san sebastian if i shave and approach the ticket office on my knees ?

if you really really care, then watch this space ...

Friday, September 09, 2005


i was going for the last swim of the summer but the tide was out Posted by Picasa

Thursday, September 08, 2005


wooden ducks and fevvered ducks at the garage by the village pond at four elms in kent Posted by Picasa