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, September 08, 2006

this wonderful man ...

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makes the best coffee in the south of england in that scruffy little cafe above rottingdean beach  

extrapolating beauty

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some things can't be photographed, yet the eye sometimes stimulates the optimistic mind to see more than may be true from the corner of ...
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

the sea in brighton at half past nine this morning ...

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... was warm enough for a ten minute swim ...

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... as if you were swimming in a tepid vegetable soup

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the consolation of good architecture

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if you only HAD to live in brighton, you might treat yourself to a modest gaffe in arundel terrace  

i'm merely bearing witness ... no critique is possible from this exhausted mind

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lots of sculptured sand at black rock, brighton kemptown

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Monday, September 04, 2006

an intriguing doorway at the international maritime organization

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dali outside county hall

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the incredible hulk at saint thomas's

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sir thomas clayton, behind saint thomas' hospital

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the same text is translated in to latin on the other side

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more cheese smugglers

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nuclear family cricketing on box hill

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no wonder my geography of london was confused ... this is at vauxhall & not where you might suppose

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ace marketing in rottingdean

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Sunday, September 03, 2006

malmesbury young farmers go totally tropical to win the grand prize in the carnival procession

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my brother, david lorenzo forward, welcoming visitors to the athelstan museum at malmesbury town hall

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malmesbury, where the late blacksmith, frank sharpe used to work. a lovely man

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