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Saturday, 9 April 2011

Hold onto your seat.

My daughter did this drawing many years ago. I've coloured it in a bit and added a fractal background. If you watch the video below you may fall off your chair. I'm warning you.....HA, HA. Turn up the speakers.

Alice who used to be Frank is coming to a barbeque this evening, along with Paco. Alice wore black and silver chiffon at the last one. There's no use in suggesting otherwise. It falls on deaf ears.
The lavender, marigolds, scented stock, small roses, assorted butterfly flowers, birds of paradise and wysteria in full bloom. The honeysuckle, fig leaves, lemon tree, grapefruit tree, grapevine all with shining new leaves. The universe is in full tilt today.

Friday, 8 April 2011


You probably don't think this is true but it is. He did wash my hair though. In fact, I think I may just do a whole book of these snippets from the past.
All my family were odd. My father in his last days, suggested he was straight out of a Le Carre novel and a year later I remembered the old printed photos on black paper with white writing, formulas... and why did I never question the fact he could speak Russian?

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Party lady in yellow dress

No, I don't who she is but it looks like she is just passing through or she fell over a bean bag?

Tuesday, 5 April 2011


By the law of the strange powers that be, I heard the soft unmistakeale (I'm not even going to bother to try and spell that, you know exactly what I mean) sound of tyre on baked earth behind me. Oh no....I am in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by scrub and invisible boars (except for the remains of their breakfasts). I am to meet my end in the place all women are not to supposed to go alone. There are boats offshore that dump people daily from foreign climes and I'm sure pick up some now and then too. I am never to be heard of again. The only weapon in my backpack is a pencil.
I slowly turn around...and hey! It's Alice who used to be Frank on her bike, waist- length blond hair streaming in the wind.
Well, it was very nice to have the company for a change.
The drawing has absolutely nothing to do with anything connected with me. The wacom tablet is channeling today. If there's a message in there for someone, please use it as you will.

Monday, 4 April 2011

The elusive man in the leopardskin cape.

Alice who used to be Frank has a zippy red, very fast sports car which we used to get to her appointment this afternoon. The new hospital is a marvel of soaring, glass ceilings with cathederal dimensions. The machines designed to take and read your credit card-style health cards had all been sellotaped over so it was back to the grumpy receptionists who are frightened to make eye contact.
There is still no sign of a suitable size car park so it was the usual scramble across wasteland covered with crazily parked cars. Leaping over ditches, running across roads. The majority of drivers here are not convinced by zebra crossings. Still, it's good to dice with lateral thinking every so often...although it can be habit forming.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Carlo Domeniconi-Koyunbaba

The Goons - The Ying Tong Song

The Goon Show

I have to tip my hat to for causing this memory to surface from the depths of my past. I can still quite clearly hear my brother singing this to me and the intense horror it invoked in me.
I got the giggles in the guitar group last know the kind you can't stop...until you are crying with laughter...and it was because Raul on my right snorts like a pig when he makes a mistake and I said he should keep it in the performance and persuade the audience that it is a contemporary twist on the South American carnaval song we are playing...and then Jordi came back from the photocopy machine and thought Raul and I were laughing at him which we never would because we all worship him like a God but he doesn't know. Mia is asking what is so funny about making pig noises?
Edith and Maria are still away having extended their singing tour to take in the new, never-ending stream of grandchildren born outside Catalonia.
The sky is the colour of mushrooms, not even a dog barking...