Dib dib dib |
Scout Niblett played Loppen Thursday 6th December 2007. Or rather, she didn't. This fool was there to see her. These are my subjective recollections.
Oh Scout. What's to be done. She's so... Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 03:40:00 GMT |
Pie |
Our new silicone pie form, here modelled by Brother Pumpkin of Brønshøj Cloister (his once pretty young face now cruelly scarred by the ravages of the pox).
I was at first sceptical whether its suppl... Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 06:26:00 GMT |
Callusness |
My fingers are finally starting to show signs of fretting. Still they're a long way from gnarled old John Lee Hooker hands. Little wonder given they've spent the past couple months in w... Posted by on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 04:59:00 GMT |
Bite me |
Now the ivory towers have had their pound of flesh, time for some proper edification... Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 02:38:00 GMT |
New shoes |
Bought some new shoes yesterday. They were actually in the women's section but Eva reckoned they suited me, and after that I just lost my good sense and did something reckless. This shop, on a littl... Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 13:57:00 GMT |
Idols of amber and metal |
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Say what you're gonna say, say it, and say it again |
It's said that Yorkshiremen call a spade a spade. Less well known is that Copenhageners, too, live according to this 'say what you see' philosophy, and likewise being a very ... Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 04:18:00 GMT |
Laugarpíning og sáluhreinsan |
Our bathroom. It's impossible to get a wider angle on it without removing walls (or wearing x-ray specs). In floor space it measures just under 1.4 m2, which apparently is small even f... Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 01:06:00 GMT |
There he blows |
Hornblower
This is my friend and musical compañero the Hare, who, when he's not gazing at the moon, is often to be found mooning at gays.
This was last spring. The sap was rising, ... Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 02:49:00 GMT |
If God hadn't meant for us to use reverb, he'd have given us all the voices of angels |
Bare bones. Unlike their siblings, clad with mud and horse hair. Baked and cracked. All the same, making a stab at carelessness, they're shoved naked out through the port... Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 01:23:00 GMT |