The script reads :
How short is life how sure is death Our days alas are few
This mortal life is but a breath; Tis like the morning dew
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 !
Sunday, November 19, 2006
the vicar of clodock demands cash instead of kind
tucked away in a dark corner of clodock church ... set in stone ... the vicar repudiates the old tithes and the courts award him cash ... he must have been rarther unpopular ... and he can't have been short of cash if he could afford this carving extravaganza
to read the text for yourself, click once on the picture for an enlargement, then again on the enlargement icon when it appears at the bottom right corner
to read the text for yourself, click once on the picture for an enlargement, then again on the enlargement icon when it appears at the bottom right corner
this article has been published subsequently ...
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
madehurst church
old york road in wandsworth
while i was taking this picture at about quarter past four this morning, i was approached by a man wearing an orange railway worker's jacket who had a lifetime's stink of drink about him ... in fact it preceeded his arrival at my side
he asked first if i had a car jack, which was odd because i was riding a bicycle, and then if i could lend him the bus fare to vauxhall
i lied, uncharitably
he asked first if i had a car jack, which was odd because i was riding a bicycle, and then if i could lend him the bus fare to vauxhall
i lied, uncharitably
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
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