Meanwhile...

Last summer's office barbecue - expand image to see penis drawn in background

My Beloved's cat, Pimba. He is smoother than silk. Ambrosial.













It is a Kissing Gate







A Penis Hat, knitted for me by minha amada

Note the lipstick print on the buttock

This weekend has mostly been spent walking hand-in-hand together through the rain, pausing frequently to rescue stranded earthworms.

James Bond in a nutshell

I waited so long for this to come out on DVD that I had forgotten about it until now.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that Limitless has a strong Drugs Are For Winners message.



It even accurately depicts the inevitable side-effect of drug use whereby at some point you always become a completely insufferable arsehole.

Talking of which, Robert De Niro unashamedly hams it up much as he has done throughout his entirely overrated career.

Seldom has the world been witness to so pure and enduring a love as that of Mary for her husband Richard...

We can learn lessons from the most unexpected sources:

Outside my window a crane fly is caught in a spider web but it never gives up, never stops struggling and breaks free as the spider closes in. The crane fly flies to freedom and the spider patiently rebuilds its web.
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Have you ever thought about how would like to die?

I don't think I've had a true epiphany on the subect yet but my placeholder is to go out like one of the vampire extras in 30 Days of Night, the one who gets shot at point blank range with a scattergun and falls onto the snowplow blade and gets gut in half. That's a death.

Back from Cornwall.

First though, Oscar had to go to the vet for his booster shots.

Waiting for the train



St Michaels Mount








The sharp-eyed among you will notice that you cannot tell the time by the sundial because there is no fucking sunshine







~snigger~



The Minack Theatre







Then I discovered this

hence my inability to take any further photographs.

I did visit the Tate Modern gallery in St Ives but nearly all of the exhibits were shit, a testament to the wasted lives of their pointlessly talentless creators.