the glove
i saw this glove. it was moving down the road on finger tips.
could have been the wind. or something more sinister …
i saw this glove. it was moving down the road on finger tips.
could have been the wind. or something more sinister …
in offices we often have to dial nine for an external line.
this helps reinforce the idea that an office environment is seperate from the outside world.
in life we often have to dial 9 to connect to the real world.
graffiti: description of contents
went to the London Men’s Convention today at the Royal Alber Hall.
Saw a glove on the way there and a painted lady on the way back
bought for £3 from a charity shop in Basildon.
from the box:
Approx 10m of cable supplied
Excellent reliability
Made of high impact polystyrene – giving durability as well as style
Suitable for House, Office, Workshop, Den, Nursery etc.
graffiti on the streets of london stating the kinds of things a quality control officer in a hosiery factory might say
person in photobooth in paddington station.
one shoe on, one shoe off. guess you won’t see this in the photo
maybe it’s a passport photo of a foot.
perhaps the foot will be removed and sent abroad ?
this is in no way related to my find the other day of a photo of feet. though the coinsidence is strangely eery.
eau my gush.
found this photo in the street. was ripped up and in a pile of wee.
I rescued the feet as shown below. i didn’t see any bits of body or heads.
accept that your computer/pda/mobile phone knows how to spell better than you do. this is especially important for peoples names. computers know what you are thinking. understand this and you are halfway there.
always accept any spelling correction offered by your word processor / email package / writing recogniser. always use the first word offered.
tap in to your computer consciousness. just go with the flow and enjoy the ride.
my santa stays up all year round.
here he is enjoying the may sunshine
stand firm against any form of dragooning.
how long is a peace of string ? double the length to its solitude (where solitude equals my pie squared). therefore we can find peace in a square pie.
working from home is a lot quieter than working in the London office. however there are other differences:
In London I get the sounds, smells and bits of cack from the building they are constructing next door.
at home i get the mixed smell of silage and fresh tarmacadam
quote from esther: “this cake is so gorgeous I can’t even taste it”.
i think she captured the ‘mood of cake’ perfectly
I’ve shouted “hello” quite loudly to 4 people this morning (3 street cleaners and one person in the office). No one has acknowledged my greeting.
Perhaps today I am invisible (and the sound equivalent of invisible).
Although I did converse with Laurent as I entered the building this morning. He is French.
So maybe I’m invisible and inaudible (probably the correct equivalent word) to all except the French.
Or maybe French people are just friendlier than English people in the morning.
makes you think