Small talk.

Happy Christmas.
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Nothing changes.

I've used about everybit of software I have in this one. Sometimes you just have to go over the top.

Byssan Lull-Guitararrngement

Threatening behaviour.

I know, twice in one day but it's raining and this tiny fellow has been following me for days.

One, two, three...

The town is empty. They are all in the brand new El Corte Ingles in Tarragona, which is sort of a Spanish version of Selfridges. The local shops are empty, the local bars are empty. It is the proverbial lull before the storm...except there is no storm because most people have headed off to their pueblos...and the rest are in Cuba or the Dominican Republic. So do not blow a fuse or burst a water pipe until mid-January.

Old Haunts

Sometimes I drop into Google streetview to have a look around Rome or New York. This morning I traversed some streets of England, highly entertaining, and then found myself in Dollar, Scotland, and went on the walk to school as I did in the fifties and sixties. Once I found my childhood house my brain kicked into action. Just the outline of the Ochils, the bridge on the burnside, the graveyard...it hasn't changed?????? The trees are seriously bigger but it is still exactly the same. It was the oddest feeling to step back in time and follow my long invisible footsteps. The only difference being that Miss Tibbs, the cat, was not waiting on the graveyard wall for me.

Passagaglia - G.F.Haendel - father and daughter

Howz yer orra Dorra?

Listening to Radio Three, choral music. Here's an X-ray of my skull (sideways) to give you an idea of what is happening inside.

Seriously, I wish I could draw what I feel when listening to this type of music.

Panique Au Village - Laurent de Neveu Chevel