"What the cocking hell is that?", I ask myself. Seconds later I recognise my own writing. I fall into a slough of despond by Floor 1, but am recovered by Floor 2; by Floor 3 I am shrieking with glee, and by Floor 4 I am tearing the page off the 'flipchart' and wrapping myself in the large paper, for I realise that by occasionally drawing charts that make no actual and literal sense, I am paid money.
Here is the chart I saw in the lift:
I still have no idea what I was trying to communicate, but I am almost definite that the expressions "hairy bollocks", "June I reckon" and "anyone got a pen that works?" would have been part of it.
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UPDATE!
Like a gypsy reading tealeaves (but without the cup of tea or Romany heritage), Dave Shelton has found some meaning in the picture!
5 comments:
having just picked up some castration rings used for lambs from the vet suppliers, for my neighbours today (to use on the lambs!) I can relate to the hairy bollocks thing.
Indeed, there is something hermaphroditically saucy in there. Dirty dirty italian biscuits.
I'd sign and frame that if I were you. It's better than many of the Miro's I've seen.
Spider that's been in a fight and lost one leg and two eyes but somehow gained hairy bollocks and a tiny doughnut.
Next to it you started drawing a face but never finished it. I took the liberty of doing it for you here.
(Sorry, can't figure out how to post an image directly into a comment).
Looks like breakfast to me, but maybe it's just that time in the morning.
Surely it's a flying saucer in orbit around an alien plant, with a guy in a spacesuit asking if he can come in?
Did you see that news item on CNN with the banner headline "Habitable Plant Discovered Outside Solar System"? I reckon it was a Triffid.
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