paddle bagpuss around the pier! snaps from out on the water yesterday, a sun and sea soaked adventure…. i was roped in as rodent power, creative kudos to may and marie for their hand stitched extravaganza! a few mad late nights of endeavour… homage to peter firmin the bloke what created bagpuss who died earlier this year… fun in da sun! adding one more characterful crease to my visage…
ha! marvelous, how can humble iford contain such ROCK exuberance! Go buckets go! wonderful grooving may-opatra xx
oh… and in further technological befuddlement i’ve not seen many text messages from the last few weeksapparently all those sent as iMessages won’t have reached me, since now on android… i’ve only just realised you have to deregister for them
in fact i barely knew such things existed, i did wonder why some texts were blue and some green? i thought it was an aquatic style and beauty thing
it’s possible i’m not as unpopular as i imagine? send again pretty please x
only posted this one here as i like the pic!
phone has decided it no longer wants to re-charge… plus i don’t have anybodies number… back to the 90’s!… message me, else email… morse code, semaphore, tins and string? until resolved xx
actually thinking about it i didn’t get my first mobile till 2007, ever surfing the techno curve, ha
paddle around the pier with Marie, May, Rachel and Martin
a somewhat slow gallery!
channeling the vibe of timmy mallet, that odd bloke from jamiroquai… and err a salsa loving deckchair… me, marie, may and the Russian salsa puppeteer … at the end of paddle around the pier… baile baile! more snaps tagged later, no doubt x
(polling day)
death to Maggot Tatcher! Vote Red, Vote Green! Vote Beetroot! Kali Yurga!?
and errm in my case vote lib dem! its newhaven/lewes, only chance of ousting the evil incumbent… ‘go tim’… said noone ever
i always like election day, a jolly georgian affair of rotton boroughs, rosettes and hope… sadly its usually the day after which is forever devastating
visceral disgust at the tories, they sicken me… i tried to do a whirling dervish dance in the church last night, but rather than reaching the usual ecstatic bliss, just felt queasy and nauseous
as tho i’d accidentally swallowed a tory election leaflet, or the front page of many of the tabloids?
personally i’d vote green, as what we’re recklessly doing to the planet is my gravest concern, plus i love the swashbuckling romanticism… and caroline lucas is genuinely brilliant and inspiring
i appreciate only a few of my friends would actually vote tory… and i struggle to comprehend it, but i guess thats part of me being a middle aged, middle class intellectual, when your life is awash with privilege and benign circumstances, hard to imagine a different world view… even tho their completely utterly WRONG! ha!
i’ve mostly ignored the election, i know where i stand, but the couple of times i’ve seen jezza, have to say he’s had a really good election… focused, coherent, passionate, benign
oh well, all will be as it will be
do get out and vote tho… its a beautiful thing, an honour to be able to do so
… and vote green!
oblig (as opposed to obliga-TORY!) polling day snap, tho due to govt cutbacks we can no longer afford any eyes
tho as the lad has a cold, he wouldn’t do the suggested ‘power to the people’ stance… spoilsport… kids of today!
having a morning of grokking gregorian chanting… soothes my ragged soul, no doubt packed full of solfeggio goodness
its so harmonious that it took me 5 minutes to realise that i was playing one album on youtube and a similarish one from my hard drive simultaneously, with nary a quibble of dischord!
either that or i’m tone deaf, perish the thought!… makes a change from the usual reggae or glum profound folk strummings
it has left me rummaging around the internet wondering where i can get some priestly robes… check out this dude!
makes todays pink t-shirt resonate a little subdued
tho now i am remembering finding a robin trapped in exeter cathedral, as it flapped up into the sunset light, beautiful bladerunner-esque
oh or being kicked out of said cathedral, back when i was 20… and somewhat off my head, by a priest in scarlet vestments. pointing his huge huge finger! yikes scary!
anyway bored with work, quel horeur… surely time for some sunshine? x