biggin hill

biggin hill was one of london's main defensive airfields during the battle of britain

a lot of chaps less than half my age drew some of life's shorter straws when they flew these things

 

ashdown forest winter colours

 

looking north from ashdown forest

 

a nasty case of schoolteacher's droop ...

 

is upholsterer's syndrome a notifiable disease, part i

 

is upholsterer's syndrome a notifiable disease, part ii

 

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

 

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

they have been an invaluable source of fresh material for my magnum opus, the follow-up to burton's anatomy of melancholy, provisionally titled "fear & flatulence in nine elms"

brunswick terrace from the cheese driver's cab

a cheese driver's view of brighton pier

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

 

wandsworth park at four this morning

 

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

 

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

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


 

who left the lights on ?

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

 

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

 

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

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

i cribbed the zodiac layout from the great clock currently under restoration in San Marco in Venice, but made some changes

Pisces became two Brighton dolphins

Virgo was the girl at the Library in Hove

Gemini were vaguely like a couple of Brighton dykes

charles williams, my mother's father, began work as an engine cleaner in a shed like this ...

... before the first world war

 

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

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

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

 

my mum smoked hers in the outside loo ...

 

you don't see many gaslights nowadays