i've hung out the washing .... and i promise i'll plug in the vacuum cleaner ... as soon as i've finished this article ...

but ... one hour later ...

a favourite front door, usually concealed by a parked car when i drive through lindfield

bletchingley churchyard

no title

when an irresistable force such as me ... meets an im-movable object like you ... why didn't it break ?

1 Corinthians 13:11 ... but not yet

noisy neighbours breakfasting on the green berries of the holly tree

ref: barbaric ...

i went back to grosvenor place this morning to satisfy my curiosity about number 33

... a curious building in that it bears no exterior signage that would give the passer-by any clue about its original purpose, or the origin of these masterly but quite obscene carvings

... maybe the rooftop pinnacles at either end of the building might jog someone's memory

... but not mine






























































nb ( 18th july 2008 ) just found from pevsner that the carvings are by maurice lambert, a rich if limited subject, so more about him in a new blog as soon as i've done some research

Pevsner describes the subject matter as angels "trampling down" devils ... mmm ! sort of ...

pevsner doesn't attribute the gigantic pinnacles/finials

our new neighbour has welcomed us with a pot of freshly home-made strawberry jam

love and marriage went together like a horse and carriage in cedars road, clapham

clapham baptists' bus-stop mural

big sister is watching you

look on my works ye mighty, and despair !

barbaric ... on a building in grosvenor place facing the west side of buckingham palace's gardens ... seen from a moving bus

oh, f .... iddle !

i was tinkering with the blogger layout ... ineptly, of course, and



now i've gone and deleted all my my links to other blogs ...



they'll be back, with additions ... once i've been re-educated

i guess that moriarty would escape holmes' and watson's clutches at just such a moment

fry's five boys ... enamelled sign at sheffield park on the bluebell line

virol ... enamelled signs at sheffield park on the bluebell line

stop press: bourbonista gentrification of the ashburton estates gathering momentum ...

... in other words, we have moved to the new place

corner shop in saint martin's lane

saint martin in the fields ... all spivved up

colosseum in saint martin's lane

wisden ... old stuff for sporting historians

la mirada del mendigo

two hours gone up in smoke !

i've just found this spanish ( ?asturian? ) blogger who takes lovely pictures and is also deeply and informatively engaged with spanish politics

http://lamiradadelmendigo.blogspot.com/

the illustrated autobiography: chapter one ... born under a bad sign

mar de cortes baja

if you ever felt the need for a blog that provided great images from film noir ... great images from victorian painting, occasional travelogues, discussions of the deeper meanings of the works of hitchcock, welles, john ford, etc, etc ... you could do worse than delve in to mar de cortes baja ... i was transfixed for hours ... although occasionally there were uncomfortable little reminders of domestic frailties

we're packing up to move ... only a couple of blocks away ... i'm willing to bet that certain things will be packed last of all ...

dave and v forward ... about forty years ago

the morning after ... i knew i'd drunk too much ... whilst she just pretended she'd drunk too much water

although they aren't in the brothel, the bar, or the billiard room, there might still be grounds for divorce ...

... because they're on the bluebell line ...