Tag Archives: Dylan

While we’re at it

I’ve been looking for this photo for ages, I thought I’d managed to wipe it, but no, I’d actually got it saved in three different locations and couldn’t see for looking. I regard it as my most professional-looking effort ever, … Continue reading

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Dylan today

A rare shot of him returning in the general direction of his Master.

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Via mobile phone

It’s stopped doing that Andy Warhol thing it did with Doris. The reason Dylan is looking so intent is that there’s half a slice of Bakewell tart on my plate on the floor.

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This is Not a Murder Ballad

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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First in an occasional series

How to catnap when you are a dog: #1 – Climb onto a sofa, pose your legs as per begging for a biscuit, then simply roll onto your back

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Self Portrait with Dylan and Aviators

Psychologically dangerous territory for me to put my picture about, I don’t like it but it seemed appropriate to end this rather banal blog week of incognito-ness. I’ve tried to make this as much after Richter* as possible by setting … Continue reading

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The freewheelin’

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