the emotional blackmailers handbook

of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

i painted two of these tables a few years ago ...

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... and sold them to two delightful tarot readers, cheap !

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i cribbed the zodiac layout from the great clock currently under restoration in San Marco in Venice, but made some changes Pisces became two...
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charles williams, my mother's father, began work as an engine cleaner in a shed like this ...

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... before the first world war

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the station cat flounces off in search of true love & catsmeat

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the station cat at sheffield park, pretending to be starved of affection ..

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... everyone knows cats are born with a vocational qualification in emotional blackmail  

my mum smoked hers in the outside loo ...

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you don't see many gaslights nowadays

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no kitty, kitty ! not that kind of litter ...

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this lad's got a square tongue ... and a sailor suit

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exactly where and when ...

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did you first learn to pronounce these words and begin to understand their meanings ?  
Tuesday, February 07, 2006

hove actually

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it isn't easy to stop along the seafront in brighton and hove i snatched this shot because i fear these lamp posts may be about to disap...

blatchington windmill near hove

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to set off an agatha christie type of plot, place the martini and cyanide on the table now ...

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80064 in the bluebell railway engine shed

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in the crowded engine shed at the bluebell railway

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the next best three letters to S.E.X

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pullman carriage at bluebell railway

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guard's van at bluebell railway

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mirrors, indicators, double-take ...

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