a bridge over the river mole at mickelham

a small viper in ashdown forest

i'd like to have taken more pictures but she was blocking the traffic and i had to help "her" across to the other side with a twig

they'll be smirking in heaven ...

... now that the guardian have re-printed nye bevan's suez speech

http://www.guardian.co.uk/greatspeeches/story/0,,2060161,00.html

wem-ber-lee

the rusty bridge by battersea park station

one handed photo whilst waiting for the lights !

clever crow on the river mole downstream from leatherhead

may

the derelict post office at maidstone in kent

oxford

that darned cat ...

oxford market

so it'll probably be the pink nail varnish today, then ...

i've been fond of this song since about 1967 ... one of the great crowd scenes

They're selling postcards of the hanging,
They're painting the passports brown,
The beauty parlour is filled with sailors,
The circus is in town.
Here comes the blind commissioner,
They've got him in a trance,
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker,
The other is in his pants.
And the riot squad they're restless,
They need somewhere to go,
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis style.
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says,
" You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave".
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.

Now the moon is almost hidden,
The stars are beginning to hide,
The fortune telling lady
Has even taken all her things inside.
All except for Cain and Abel,
And the hunchback of Notre Dame,
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain.
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing,
He's getting ready for the show,
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row.

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window,
For her I feel so afraid,
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid.
To her, death is quite romantic,
She wears an iron vest,
Her profession's her religion,
Her sin is her lifelessness.
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow,
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row.

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood,
With his memories in a trunk,
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk.
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette,
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet.
Now you would not think to look at him
That he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup,
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up.
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole,
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul".
They all play on penny whistles,
You can hear them blow,
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row.

Across the street they've nailed the curtains,
They're getting ready for the feast.
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest.
They're spoon-feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured,
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words.
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova Is Just Being Punished For Going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do.
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row.

Praise be to Nero's Neptune,
The Titanic sails at dawn,
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow,
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday,
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing ,
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention,
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame,
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name.
Right now I can't read too good,
Don't send me no more letters no,
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row.

an early bird ( i didn't like the way he was looking at me )

hazy

from The New Unexpurgated Private Memoirs And Confessions Of A Justified Sinner

langres is in the champagne region

saint paul's

the battle of britain monument on victoria embankment ... sculptor paul day

the view from london bridge

the tallow chandlers' guild

fishmongers hall by london bridge

Azure three dolphins naiant embowed in pale argent, finned, toothed and crowned or, between two pairs of stockfishes in saltire argent, over the mouth of each fish a crown or, on chief gules three pairs of keys of Saint Peter in saltire or. Out of a wreath argent and sable two cubit arms, the dexter vested or cuffed azure, the sinister vested azure cuffed or, the hand argent holding an imperial crown proper.

MANTLING Gules doubled argent.The mantling shown in the exemplification in the 1575 patent is: Dexter, gules doubled or and sinister, azure doubled argent. Either mantling is admissible. Granted by Sir Thomas Wriothesley, Garter, and Thomas Benolt, Clarenceux, 19th October, 1512.

SUPPORTERS Dexter a merman armed, holding in his right hand a falchion and sustaining with his left hand the helm and timbre, sinister a mermaid holding in her left hand a mirror and supporting the arms with her right hand all proper. Al' worship be to God only. Granted by Robert Cooke, Clarenceux, 17th December, 1575

on the brookside at bailiffscourt

glued to a phone box on lavender hill

cat update ... the cat is fine

cheese from the geometer's notepad

chipping norton ... the bliss valley tweed mill

the last old gas holder at beckton ... i'll go back for more pictures when the light is early or late

rob elliott ... our h&b midfield general ... achieves notional maturity today

a rarther grand entrance ... park crescent in worthing

duende ... a startling sign in back-street worthing

there is an essay by lorca about "the duende", often discussed on the internet ...

http://greatamericanpinup.blogspot.com/2005/04/lorca-and-gilbert-on-duende.html

outbuildings at bailiffs court hotel, climping

the low rider

free-range donkeys in hampshire ! drive carefully

putney heath by moonlight

breakfast is served ... wheat-free rye bread bought from the natural cafe in northcote road ... satisfyingly heavy

25 of joe hyam's "handbook for explorers" sonnets have gone into a glossy folder ... until he ever publishes them

http://handbookforexplorers.blogspot.com/