Sunday, March 31, 2013

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Saturday Statuary - Fetch the Stick!

Hokay, so it's supposed to be Diana, the Huntress, but it looks like some woman throwing a stick for her dog to fetch. The fact that she's naked and standing on a triffid decorated with bananas simply goes to prove that I was right about the world all along.
This in in Green Park, just outside the new Green Park tube station that our London office designed (rather spiffy, as it happens - I may do a post on it one day).
It's still snowing blizzardly here, which is why I'm using last year's photos. Looks like we've skipped spring again and when (if) this cold spell ends we'll be thrown screaming straight into sticky, sweaty summer hell.
A pox on the weather gods. May they be forcibly buggered with a splintered gatepost.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Friday Again

Yay! Good Friday! A day to forget about getting up and going to work and instead to laze around in front of the fire, cursing the freezing weather and listening to Bach's St.John Passion.
I don't have a photo of a crucifix, so instead here's some spiky driftwood to commemorate two thousand years of religious persecution and bigotry.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Car Porn Thursday

It's spring, and an old man's thoughts turn to why the hell it doesn't stop snowing and let me go and watch car races, dammit.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Wednesday Window

Laduree in Piccadilly.
How many macarons can you eat before you're sick?

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Monday, March 25, 2013

WTF Monday - Heabs

I like a bit of cupping as much as the next man, but I draw the line at heabs.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Plum Blossom in the Snow

The view from my bedroom window yesterday afternoon. One week to Easter and still winter won't take the hint and bugger off.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Saturday Statuary - Why?

Nice beaver …
But why?
I mean, is there really any reason for this thing to exist (let alone to cost a hundred and forty quid)?
Who buys this stuff?
Point them out. I want to go and stare at them.

And for goodness sake, try to employ staff with good handwriting. That's appalling.