party food
kezia had her 4th birthday party yesterday. here’s the usual party food
cakes made by the party guests
and of course the birthday cake itself (made by jane)
February 2006
red mask
here is our friend catherine in a mask she made. yikes.
here’s the construction kit
buried treasure
this made me chuckle.
i won’t tell you where it is though in case you go and dig it up.
street washing – nationwide
i like the idea of a lorry driving round this great nation cleaning the streets. wherever there are soiled streets, they will be there. hooorah.
london is grey
here is the colour photo i took of this typical london scene:
and here it is converted to grey:
not much difference really.
page 18
it’s a while since we’ve had any new giant pages from the giant paddington station sign book. this is page 18.
the walk of fame goes walkabout
well, i feel we’re rapidly converging on the walk of fame mystery. I popped in to St Pauls’s Church in Covent Garden on the way between meetings today. It’s a lovely church and well worth a look if you are down that way.
I spoke to their Concert Director who is a charming fellow. He explained that the church would love the Walk of Fame to be a permanent feature but it is currently ‘on tour’.
The walk of fame as seen here was actually just a temporary floor on top of the main floor as a temporary measure due to planning rules.
I now have the contact details of the television production company (on the back of the postcard in the picture). they should be able to give us some more details, like where precisely is the walk of fame now (in storage?) and will it ever come back.
fancy bollard trick
i’m really pleased with this picture.
click on it for the big version and admire the arrow work. it’s great how it’s parallel with the ground, requiring the bollard to be upsway down.
and note the wonky road arrow in the distance pointing in the opposite way.
funkypancake – sometimes it’s almost like art.
fosters (and napkin)
the napkin under this can of fosters is a nice touch i think. show’s a bit of class. no one likes a street beer swiller to have dregs of beer stuck round their face.
