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Thursday, 2 July 2009


I made a template of a drawing I did of birds in Artrage and it came out like this!

It's very, very, very hot outside and the two painters are shouting at each other now, and Patrick is growing incandescent by the minute because they keep ringing the bell and saying things like. "Can we have another bottle of water," or "We have just painted the eaves," or "Come and see what a great job we are doing."
Then Arthur starts barking and they pretend he is a sweet ,little doggy but Arthur is very high on instinct and bares his crooked teeth at them, snarling deep in his throat. I should point out that Arthur is barely a foot tall.

Anyway, we are taking a chilled bottle of white around to Alice who used to be Frank to escape the constant yelling outside.

Eh, Eh, Que, Que, out of my mind...

Are you laughing? I'm laughing.

I just stumbled across this link to a series of videos made into a medieval real life computer game. An anthropologist could do a thesis on these clips. But I can't stop laughing because I have met people like this all over my travels. So, it doesn't matter if you don't speak Spanish...honest.

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Put your headphones on.


What's he on about?

I can't think of a caption. This is done in artrage which is really a nifty piece of software and not expensive.
Henry and his invisible wife have vanished again and left a large and very impressive padlock on their gate...clearly advertising an empty house.
There's quite a few Russians in the town along the road. They buy very, very big villas and come for the summer bringing their very, very big sons with them. Unfortunately the sons are well used to their dads shooting people they don't like and have taken it upon themselves to dole out Russian justice here. One Spanish kid shot yesterday and two stabbed.
The police arrested 40 Romanians here yesterday.
The painters turned up at seven thirty this morning but disappeared a couple of hours later. Still...they have left the hose running and their brushes . They spend an awful lot of time on their mobiles.
The neighbour up the road that tosses fireworks into the street for five hours in a row got carted off by an ambulance yesterday but he's fine...just a sudden rise of blood pressure. Remember, I'm only telling you this on a need to know basis.

Monday, 29 June 2009

Waiting Room

Deadly hot. Towering clouds. One of the painters turned up but he had forgotten the pole to attach the roller to so he left and he couldn't come back in the afternoon because he is getting divorced.
Henry and his invisible wife are back next door. They arrived in the dark the other night. What would I know, I was asleep.
The Russian down the road creeps up to their gate several times a day and peers over but they never come out if someone is looking for them. When they are there during the day they make endless trips to their garage which joins onto my garden wall with small, scurrying footsteps on the gravel.
The French contingent opposite have arrived and they have very loud, laughter filled lunch parties on their porches.
"The Voice" who lives at the back of the house is building something in his garden which involves a lot of shouting. But he never shuts up anyway which is why I call him the voice. Actually, I call him "The voz"and now his kid is talking we have a potential "Son of Voz".