ffs! ‘it looks like your eyes are closed’ even the government passport website thinks its ok to have a pop… not my fault mum is genghis khan i do a fair amount of gazing into other folks eyes at festivals and am frequently told that i have amazing soulful eyes… small but most certainly soulful thinking it may well take a while to get an acceptable snap
Kate M: You have beautiful eyes!!!!!!
Rachel F: Belt buckle holes as my Dad would say ☺
slightly kinder than the traditional ‘piss holes in snow’ anyway! x
Rachel F: I deleted that first hahaha x
Kathy: Of all the reasons they could summon to reject you, they choose the one for which you are blameless! ha ha!
brut twitch, then heft of rod, plucked forth from the sea… quick silver, lightning quiver… abrupt.. beauty sundered from it’s element holy mackerel batface! such wonderful creatures, luminous blue and brown tiger stripes set gainst a backdrop of silver glisten… sleek speed epitomy, nowt but taut wriggle muscle, destination forward, yet also somebody’s supper yep, herds of fisher folk out this eve.. i was away for the usual amble paced sunset pedal and swim yet once chest deep in the water, you could see the line of darknes approaching, the outlier, a flick, then scamper sparkle of white bait, next, momentarily, the sea heaves and boils… mackerel banqueting on minnows… before furtive, then gone… euphoria of the wild wild fairy chase not a pescatarian myself, as a teenager, it was actually the relief of being on a fishing boat and not catching a mackerel that first prompted me in the direction of vegetarianism, too squeamish for the blood and brain splatter cudgel… that at least remains the same… not from any moral superiority, just not for me blessings on these truly beautiful and potent creatures
ladies and Gentlemen i give you: MARROW AND FELLAINI! the lanky moroccan, good with his head, likes to make the onion bag bulge sigh, i can now safely retire from the world of football based home grown comedy vegetable puns these flourished in the garden, first of the courgettes… but turn yer back for a minute and they swell into marrows as for the yellow ones? gawd knows what they are, i have many of diverse sizes i saved the seeds from last years very green conventional courgette/marrows and these sprung up… deffo squashes of some sort? presumably edible he shall be cooked into a suitable tagine, with lots of spices and chick peas! tho do appreciate the venn diagram overlap of my friends who like football, growing veg and genius puns is probs pretty small don’t worry hippies, more spiritual gubbins to follow soon! time to finally wash off the glitter and on with work x
and his most famous photo for comparisson
ant: I guess this proves that you courgette what you pay for.
festie face! like some sepia wee and tea stained old master portrait, and an impressive chameleon blending with the wall a couple of consecutive long long 5am nights dancing like a nutter at bimble down the road managed to neglect to take a single snap whilst there, yet great thanks to all the bonkers folk and co-boogiers you guys were beautiful!! even if i can barely summon any names? a suprisingly healthy buddhafield contingent!… glitter, glory and sweat galore sadly didn’t make it back this arvo, storms and perpetual snoozing did manage one good dawn time deed picking a gaggle of trashed 18 year old gatecrashers up off the entrance road and taking them home to piddinghoe, beneath the grogginess, they were lovely… ooh we’ve most certainly all been there
… and mostly unrelated, always loved this botticelli, glimpsed whilst posting
the lap and patter babble of ocean nuzzling against pebbles, sweet sea soothe… like many folk i have got in the habit of an early morning dunk in the deep blue sea today i also dawdled over my morning pages, headphones on, listening to sacred heart chakra gong noodling… i was tempted by the absurdity of playing a sea music relaxation meditation, but wisely resisted! the ever varied sound songs of the ocean, beautiful, ancient… ooh or mbe the hubbub of human voices around the fire beneath a starry night sky, delish the harmonies of community in many different tones and registers… indeed the first noises we would be aware of in the womb, human voices muffled by flesh and amniotic fluid, words shorn of meaning, communication bourne up through rhythmn and a bassier tone? i think i read somewhere that humans can only develop and grow through the stimulus of the voice? possibly i’m making that up, what do i know, but it certainly feels true aww back from the bubble of buddhafield bliss, an urge to write about that… but not today! i have already dilly then dallied quite enuff! x
Fran: I would definitely read an entire book of your words if you wrote one, Basgallop… Food for thought? 😘
aw thank you love, an entire book?! are you sure! imagine the shimmering convolution, the heroic brain mangling involved for all and sundry… mbe a brief pamphlet? else a motto embroidered on a kneckerchief? laters alligator! xx
eat more flowers! be a lotus eater… well thats been this years motto… yet another summertime experiment… honeysuckle iced tea with a sprig of garden mint the taste is kind of watermelon-esque, with a bouquet of pumpkin, well at least to my hayfever addled probiscus most of the fun is gathering the blossoms, an abundance up castle hill, thanks to sarah for pointing them out appartently honeysuckle (woodbine!) flowers contain salicylic acid… aspirin! so good for all sorts of fever and footie induced hangovers oh and probably for love charms too… i should coco
Steven: Looks like you’re naked Richard 🙂 Are you prepping for Buddhafield
aw, as well you know, to preserve its magical properties, honeysuckle must always be plucked whilst naked and cavorting in the dawn dew… you coming to the field this year? xx
chili! been growing plants from seed this year, first time, they really are lovely and astonishing critters!… sherbailey gave me a Red Thai Dragon last summer, the spiciest thing possible! the madre has burgeoned into a monster and is flowering nicely… which is a suprise as i just presumed they were annuals, like toms, and she would keel over somewhere midst the dank british winter i saved a few seeds, not really expecting them to germinate, then lo and behold, through the miracle of sunshine water and soil they are doing just smashing garb is a homage to McEnroe circa 1980’s Vimbleydon, heatwave fire… tho as it often is with on here, bored with programming and seeking attention x
heartfelt thanks for all the birthday love beamed in my direction! all hugely appreciated, wonderful!! tho like many folk i struggle a bit with birthdays… lawks knows, ha, i’ve had a few, so should be used to them by now it’s not so much the gallumphing of age, on the whole it’s been a blessed and miraculous journey, just the awkwardness of both needing to be the center of attention and simultanously embodying the epitomy of reluctance so thanks! So what do you get for the self obsessed narcissist who has it all? well if your joe, you do a painting of them as a surreal colourful probiscus/mandrill monkey, and hang it in the most ostentatious gold frame imaginable!! truly the most preposterous pressie i have ever received, i feel like the supreme ruler, life long emperor of tajikistan! complete alan patridge super fan stalker gift. genius!
artist, work, museJoe Rothkooriginal pirate material
kings of da fooking mountain! Finn and i did the London to Brighton yesterday (fathers day too!) more snaps and a leisurely tale later, probs, but we both made it cycling up the beacon! euphoria… and a lovely eagles eyrie view up top Finn youthful, upbeat and determined, and on a reasonable bike, skipped up wheras i slipped into granny gear and grim ground it out… as often with me, an astonishing over achievement i hadn’t intended to pedal up, but once you start, there is a certain reluctant stubborn-ness, ha! mostly it’s that it come after 45 miles when your a smidgin weary from spinning wheels to put it in perspective tho, the young lad we were chatting to, who took this snap, made it up on a 1970’s small wheeled Raleigh shopper, with no gears impressive
