it’s the Lord Major’s show in london at the weekend and strange things are appearing all over the place. i assume these lights in plastic bubbles are somehow related.
they looked like giant bubble wrap. can you imagine the satisfaction in popping one !
1. take a picture with your own shadow in.
2. convert to black and white.
3. convert to negative.
4. adjust brightness/contrast to taste.
5. enjoy the eery result.
click to inspect
i know very little about football. but i did used to collect panini football stickers when i was a kid. (i’ve been very impressed that panini have diversified in to the chewey bread market).
i used to love football stickers for three reasons:
1) the feeling of removing the back of the stickers after the endless chase to find the corner which would lift up
2) the fanastic smell of the glue
3) the silkyness (and later, shineyness) of the club emblem stickers
4) the hairstyles of the footballers (this was the 70s).
that’ll be four reasons then.
it’s amazing i’ve turned out so well adjusted isn’t it !
i remember emlyn hughes from those sticker days. and also from when i used to live in sheffield (he was our local celebrity). i once shook his hand you know. i was amused that he had a son called Emlyn Hughes and a daughter called Emma Lyn Hughes. i thought that was’t very british.
anyway, he sadly died yesterday. and bizarrely his book was at the front of the pile in our downstairs loo.
if the pine tree is the default smell of outside-ness (as seen on air freshners and toilet cleaners) then the smell of melting tar in the back of a lorry should be the smell of choice to represent town-ness.
it’s got to be one of the best smells ever and i’d be very happy to install chemically-produced-equivelent-smelling-products in my life.
what’s your favourite town smell ? i don’t think there are that many nice ones – cooked breakfasts from cafes in the morning possibly ? keep it pleasant !
this street cleaner moved to the side slightly when it saw me taking a photo. when i squeezed by to get past he switched on his little side water yets and wetted my shoes !
trolley at the Needles, Isle of Wight.
charity shos have to be careful what they sell. they don’t want to sell anythng dangerous, but equally they don’t want to sell anything which is rubbish.
so that’s why Pat the Pianist comes round and plays all the pianos and organs before they are put up for sale. if she doesn’t like the timbre of the auto-backing beats or is put off by the vibrato on the inbuilt lesley she’ll not let them sell it.
so until she comes a-visiting, it’ll sit, looking good, but minus the price ticket
here are two photos sent by me dear readers.
on the left are some humanoid state-side bollards sent from cheryl. she questioned whether these chaps were bollards since they were doing the same job.
my motto is “if it quacks like a duck, it probably is a duck” (unless it’s a cunning cat trying to catch duck by impersonating them). so, yes. i think it’s a bollard
on the right is a glove from nottingham sent by brother-in-law kev who has just moved up that way and likes sending me pictures of gloves
i spotted this out of a taxi window. the sign says “welcome to your local recycling bring site”.
the graffiti is about the size of a person.
two little robots:
best of friends:
the lift on the right has gone missing.
