Not sure who’s behind this graffiti – Criminal Chalklist or Maximilian Holden Perchik.
The Olympics has seeped its way deep into my day.
A typical business call goes like this:
ME: Hello, It’s HH from blah-de-blah.
ME: Oh wait, Tom Daley and the other guy are about to dive.
THEM: Yeah, we’re watching too.
…time passes, splosh.
ME: Hmm, not sure. (Or other learned judgement.)
THEM: I think little baldy went too soon. Anyway… Continue reading
On the internet, nobody knows you’re a dog. Wasn’t there a cartoon to that effect? (Oh yes. There it is.)
Same with internet dating. That six foot blond Viking type you met online may have been literally telling the truth. You only get to see that he’s also six feet wide when you meet face to face. Which is when you also notice that he smells like a Viking who hasn’t washed since they used to rule England. (True, happened to a mate of mate.)
Speaking of smelly Vikings – did you know they used week-old horse wee to kill bugs in their hair? Couldn’t afford combs. It was the amonia in the aged equine urine that turned their hair blonde. Does that make you feel differently about ABBA?
But the main point is this – how can you be sure that anything or anyone on the net is who they say they are?
Or if they even exist at all?
Well, I can now officially confirm that Padmum does exist.
Remember I asked if anyone wanted to come to the Summer Exhibition at the Royal Academy with me. Padmum – or Padmini as I now call her – immediately put her hand up.
And she came. All the way from Chennai in India. Chennai! In India! With her daughter Nitila. That’s them in the picture. In the flesh Continue reading
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You’ve probably heard those rumours about Katy Perry and me.
Well, it’s true. Continue reading
You will join the Tea Party. Ah go on. Ah go on go on go on go on....
To see ourselves as others do is a concept that can be overrated. You’ll get nowhere if you’re constantly looking over your shoulder, worrying about what other people think. Why give head space to the knee jerk doubters who oppose anything new almost as a matter of principle. Or as the Irish saying goes – “F**k the begrudgers”. (It’s not one you find on decorative tea towels. Nor does it include the Fr Teddish “feck“. But I find it comes in handier more often than the road rising to meet you and being in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.)
Seen from Europe the Tea Party phenomenon seems to be fizzing with crazies, bigots, racists, ex witches, anti masturbators, science deniers, the deluded and opportunists. But Continue reading
Finnish. (Bear with me, my proofreading is slow.)
Blackwatertown the book and Blackwatertown the blog have both come good this week.
A while ago Kerry View told me to hurry up and “finish the damn book. I promised to get it!”
Just the other day Tony Schaab asked, “Is your novel completely written?”
The answer is – Continue reading