Monthly Archives: August 2010

The fruits

Posted on August 30, 2010 by

of the seeds. I know this may be normal for some people but as the last thing I grew was some mustard and cress on a cotton wool wad in Biology in 1976 I am finding this all too amazing. … Continue reading →

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My drawing

Posted on August 27, 2010 by

I did this today to for an inside page of the work in progress. You can be rude cos it’s not supposed to be all that good.

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Since it’s the silly season

Posted on August 26, 2010 by

Daftburger has made his *unique* selection for the Kiss Off slot; quoting lyrics simply doesn’t do it justice:

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I’ve only just looked at the dinner service

Posted on August 26, 2010 by

You can’t say they’re not fancy, but what’s my broccoli and foie de veau going to look like on that?

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The kiss off song

Posted on August 25, 2010 by

The ‘(s)he gone done me bad but I’m over him/her now big time’ 45rpm record is a genre with some impressive pedigree. From Elvis’s, ‘Are You Lonesome Tonight? (Is your heart filled with pain?) to McAlmont and Butler’s, Yes I … Continue reading →

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I’ve been invited to defend the indefensible

Posted on August 24, 2010 by

Damien Hirst is apparently endorsing a range of products including these wheel covers (£900 inc vat) for the spare on the back of your blinging 4×4. My opening statement: At least it’s not two rhinos humping, your honour.

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Untypical modern footballer

Posted on August 23, 2010 by

Just been reading this piece on Benoit Assou Ekotto from a link off the blog’s own sidebar. I was observing “Benny’s” game on Saturday, he’s quite compact* for a defender, but he kept our Big Boys largely under control until … Continue reading →

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Not funny

Posted on August 20, 2010 by

but it’s late to be blogging (a matter about which the blog is conscientious, otherwise who would know it existed?) and at this small hour, and with due deference to the ghost of Les Dawson, it’s the best we could … Continue reading →

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DOR15 8

Posted on August 19, 2010 by

My favourite car in Norwich, and possibly the world, is a Ford Capri driven by an elderly lady in a blue rinse/possible wig type affair. It’s not the sort of car one associates with that age group; my guess would … Continue reading →

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This is Not a Murder Ballad

Posted on August 18, 2010 by

though it is being murdered. I was inspired to go looking for some Dylan after seeing this pithy little letter which was inserted as the last note of a thread in the Guardian letters page where the great and the … Continue reading →

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