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 !

Friday, February 10, 2006

connoisseurs of fine things feign surprise on learning this fine figurehead was salvaged from the wreck of the good ship scroobious scrivener

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lewis and steen, h&b's action-packed midfield

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they have been an invaluable source of fresh material for my magnum opus, the follow-up to burton's anatomy of melancholy, provisionally...

brunswick terrace from the cheese driver's cab

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a cheese driver's view of brighton pier

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the kemptown hypnotist ... rebecca-an transfixes stephen whilst mum very sensibly gets on with it

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wandsworth park at four this morning

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Thursday, February 09, 2006

i'm aspiring to honorary membership of the order of the golden anorak ,,,

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... 'cos there woz a helicopter and a moving train in the frame

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not quite up to the great o. winston link's high standards ... yet !  

who left the lights on ?

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foster's albion wharf ... not a lot of washing hanging out today !

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somehow it reminded me of jack and the beanstalk ...

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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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