1. If you are away on "business" and have nothing to do, you can write your web-blog in your hotel room whilst drinking gin. (If I am at home there are too many distractions, e.g. 1 litre bottles of gin, pathologists, knitting, sausages, cake etc.)
2. My adoring fans are begging me to continue, some via the medium of email. They are embarrassing both me and themselves, so I shall continue if it will make them stop.
3. Only the people who read this web-blog will be able to explain what the cock is going on in this picture; a picture I only just this minute noticed on the wall of my hotel room.* I think it is something to do with death and I am not at all sure about it.
* A hotel room with a kitchen in a hotel that soaked me with disappointment earlier this evening: seeing a small grey bag (with ribbon) on my pillow, I assumed it was a delicious low-class cheapchoc to rot my teeth whilst I slept.
But no. It was a fucking 'rose quartz' crystal, a thing that will apparently bring me love and harmony whilst purifying me in my sleep. What a thing! It has alarmed me into opening the 'larger size miniature' of Chivas Regal, whatever the cock that is.
Pip pip!
10 comments:
odd hotel picky
i spy with my johnnyeye
a fuzzy monkey.
I'm glad you're continuing your blog.
I forgot to beg, but it was on my to-do list.
I don't want to worry you, but I can make out the face of a monkey in the right hand bit of that 'artwork'...
KENYA!!!!!!
Miss Monkey, surely the ghost-monkey is a representation of your own state, being apparently present ("working") but in fact absent ("non-working").
Excellent deployment of "cock" in this post, by the way.
Hurrah! Good sense prevails.
If you stare at the alien-face in the picture, with slightly unfocused eyes (you, not the alien (the 'larger sized miniature' will help here)) for about 30 seconds and then look away and stare at a wall, the face of Our Lord Jesus Christ will leap out at you in frightening 3D.
Probably.
Since it isn't sculpture, I expect it's okay to blink, but I wouldn't risk sneezing in its presence.
Asta - I have lost your email because I am a twat, but both addresses work. Yes to New Year definitely (and I mean it) and thank you for the weather information which made me laugh IMMODERATELY, whilst also soothing me. I am now going to see if I can find said email and reply properly.
Asta - I have lost your email because I am a twat, but both addresses work. Yes to New Year definitely (and I mean it) and thank you for the weather information which made me laugh IMMODERATELY, whilst also soothing me. I am now going to see if I can find said email and reply properly.
Stoopid blogger ate my comment. I shall reproduce it, even though the universe was probably trying tactfully to tell me something.
See, I took two art history classes so I can see at once that basically this is the artist's response to the mysteries of time, death, space and humanity which was achieved after days of contemplation beneath the looming silence of a single cypress. Suddenly the artist leaped to attack the canvas with a frenzy of paint and inner illumination, producing this work which is saying, metaphorically, "brown. I really, really like brown."
It's wonderful what a university education can do for you.
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