Thursday, January 12, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Monday, January 02, 2006
holiday classics quiz, your starter for ninety-nine points ...
suggest an appropriate title for this gem
what is going on ?
what is going on ?
timely advice ...
the loved one is heading for the shops and is looking rarther posh in a glossy fake fur coat
so as she was leaving i suggested that she,
" Don't talk to any strange millionaires ! ".
so as she was leaving i suggested that she,
" Don't talk to any strange millionaires ! ".
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Map-o-philia !
When I was about nine years old & had just learned to ride a bicycle, my clever parents bought me a cleverly illustrated book about how to read the British Ordnance Survey maps, and then they stuck the local one-inch sheet on my wall. Ever since then, I have loved maps.
I told The Loved One about this quite recently, having been spotted cruising the highways of Utah and Arizona on the internet, and hoarding downloaded maps of places we've been in the My Pictures files.
As an unforeseen consequence, my Late Christmas Present has just arrived.
It is The Map Book, edited by Peter Barber, published by Weidenfeld & Nicolson in 2005. It is big, it is glossy, it is intelligent. I am in one kind of heaven.
Isn't she lovely ? Eat your hearts out, lesser mortals !
I told The Loved One about this quite recently, having been spotted cruising the highways of Utah and Arizona on the internet, and hoarding downloaded maps of places we've been in the My Pictures files.
As an unforeseen consequence, my Late Christmas Present has just arrived.
It is The Map Book, edited by Peter Barber, published by Weidenfeld & Nicolson in 2005. It is big, it is glossy, it is intelligent. I am in one kind of heaven.
Isn't she lovely ? Eat your hearts out, lesser mortals !
Thursday, December 29, 2005
carters fun fair comes to town
we finished work early and i cycled homeward, meandering through battersea park
everyone looked stressed from the cold, my own fingers and toes were painful
even in the middle of the day it seemed dark and there were specks of snow in the air
yet carters' funfair was up and running, the lights and music creating a little heaven on earth
it is the miracle of the age, everything restored to glossy perfection and hand-painted with enormous panache
it is a national treasure, as valuable as any art gallery or museum
everyone looked stressed from the cold, my own fingers and toes were painful
even in the middle of the day it seemed dark and there were specks of snow in the air
yet carters' funfair was up and running, the lights and music creating a little heaven on earth
it is the miracle of the age, everything restored to glossy perfection and hand-painted with enormous panache
it is a national treasure, as valuable as any art gallery or museum
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