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Pesky animal surveys scene
and notes an abundance of bloody rabbits. He’s gone missing twice today on account of these creatures; this shot was achieved with a telephoto lens.
Posted in Along Came Dylan, Fetching Dylan, Walking Ollie
Tagged lurchers, rabbits, Salukis
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Blogospheric confession
The blog has to own up and discard its aura of coolness – it likes the Winner of Eurovision 2010 and it particularly loves the Cockerney-Germanic enunciation which starts about half-way through. It wants certain other offences to be taken … Continue reading
Master Bedroom
There may be certain blog visitors who are familiar with scenes like this, albeit in untidier surroundings. Andrew Wyeth
The Rolling Stones
There’s old footage film of them on the telly, the Exile on Main Street anniversary stuff. The thing that I’m noticing, which I’ve never really put my finger on before, is that they have no particular style, it’s like they … Continue reading
Old favourite picture
I was fiddling the prints and postcards and ticket stubs and photographs around on the wall beside my desk today (I was trying to draw a picture of one of them); it’s a kind of palimpsestic jumble of images, variously … Continue reading
Little moments to cherish
Or as TS Eliot had it: these fragments I will shore against my ruins. I was just thinking about this time a year or so back when I mentioned to these mates from Stoke about how I’d done this reading … Continue reading
Posted in The Final Days of Marvin Gaye
Tagged literary readings, literature, Stoke-on-Trent, waste of time
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Harry the sporting poodle
Dylan met this turbo-charged individual the other night; his owners had four dogs, Harry, who was young, was the most recent arrival and came with a story (had been locked up all day somewhere) and was the apple of his … Continue reading
Posted in Along Came Dylan, Fetching Dylan, Walking Ollie
Tagged Dogs, miniature poodle, Salukis
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‘The object of art…
…is not to reproduce reality but to create a reality of the same intensity.’ That’s what Giacometti said. He could talk the talk as well as, er, walk the walk: A Giacometti anecdote: the artist refused to take his GP’s … Continue reading
Making Money
Amis’ zeitgeist-capturing 80s novel has been turned into a two-parter by the BBC. I loved the book when I read it, which was at a time when I was young and impressionable. Like much of Martin Amis it’s principally about … Continue reading
Posted in From Working-Class Hero to Absolute Disgrace (A Memoir
Tagged BBC Rubbish, Martin Amis, Money
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Sean Scully
I post one of his periodically because I love them, to provide a thread and keep the block conceptually intact, and to provoke OId Stokie into making his remarks about his Mam’s old rug. Montserrat