for Marie|: from midst the primordial fug a Rock god was born!! … did you meet the woman with the proper Rod Stewart barnet? we did an impromptu duet of ‘if you think i’m sexy’, as you do x
mario
scuba
scuba scuba doo… candlelit bath, flowery hat, essential oil pong… followed by submerging in several episodes of blue planet
glug-o-phone off, winter is for the watery wallow
wendy: Gorgeous image as alway mr b
rackham i reckon xx
splash attack
Splash Attack! wild wooly wondrous waves out there today… lunchtime sunshine pedal
i got completely soaked, obvs, not too hard to guess which one done for me, still, even now, the delicious tang of sea salt on my lips
some creaky jazz funk noodlings to go with the elemental crescendo? yes please……
water
water! most convivial of elements… restless in flux, relationship and flow
meandersome, forever the parley, whether playful or brawl
heres me… theoretically preparing for a work skype meeting.. yet mostly pointless pondering the correct and complex elements of photo-ma-static compost composition!
wan winter sun just out of shot, framing device of earth, foreground of bone hard winter concrete, farground of aloof hermit-like lighthouse
just enough of a smidgin slither of sky and air… allowing water to roam!
tho, phew, luckily i can’t grok dates and meeting nary be now, yay
Lily Alien
phone
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
tra la la
sari
… in other astonishing news… midst the mid november drab… i’ve just descaled the kettle… a new skill, black belt!… think i’ve cracked this working from home malarkey
both kids, blooming cheek, had complained, offending kettle once profoundly dragon scaled… no longer… my green tea (‘supreme matcha green’) now tastes like its made from freshly boiled swimming pool water… after some kid has peed in it
tho to be fair thats how it usually tastes anyway
yonder merfolk bloke harkens to the briney depths
best boyband posturing, youth on lead scowl, whilst i embody tall
Auds: Is that the new album cover? 😉 x
album! what be these things of which thee speak?… how refreshingly 1980’s… no, as well you know, i’ve always been a ‘one hit blunder’… our 2017 tour shall comprise of turning on the christmas lights in ?? berkhamstead! x
boodha soup
boodha soup! butternut squash soup, buddha on the spring board, and err a sainsburys bag… all accompanied by cumbia music
think butternut squash is dull and tasteless? as a vegetarian ever shudder when the only grub on a sunday pub menu is Artisan Drizzled Butternut Gubbins with Risotto
well yes! but on a rainy bonfire eve morning crank up the accordion fuelled colombian rhythms and roast to your hearts content… chuck in chilli and garlic … and yes lots more random stuff
pumpkins! pah! pumpkins are for bumpkins…buddha soup for budapest! FTW!… and ooh ahh fireworks galore later! have a good un x
ah yes pictures of lunch! thats why we invented the internet!
man and marrow
a man and his marrow, what with frosts and fogs and frogs and whatknot
i have been forced to harvest my last oh so tender fruits, marrow and smattering of pomme d’oro
summer she be gawn! welcome king winter x
gourd-on is a moron… loved this song when i was a teenager… transpires tis john shuttleworth….
ha, fetching, in a frou frou sparkle kinda way! was once sherbaileys but nowadays is usually worn by me when i’m on the door at festies
its a delight when you can raid your daughters wardrobe for snazz natty clobber! x
Jess: Oh I miss you merry baggggsss!!!