Tuesday, 30 June 2009


Does a reworking of the Bible invite retribution?
I'm not sure. I don't have a faith but I would have thought that if you wanted to introduce someone to your faith, having something easy as an introduction would be more welcoming than something on the scale of the Bible.
I studied the Bible as part of an A Level course and we couldn't ever have fully studied the whole book in our two years.
Wouldn't this work as a taster before you really get into the big book?
Clearly this was kept in a book for years and I wonder what ever happened to The 100 Minute Bible....

Monday, 29 June 2009


London scares me, it just does. I think because I'm a bumpkin at heart I'm just not used to the ways of the big city.
Those Londoners move at a different pace. Round here we amble, we greet one another, we wish each other a good day. There seems to be no pace slower than a rush in London. When I move at my bumpkin pace there is a lot of tutting.
I'm sure they're lovely people, but damn they know how to give a mean tut.
All that said, I think London makes an awesome capital.
Look at those landmarks in their weirdly blue skies. It astounds me to think about how long they've been there, what they've survived.
Rather tickles me that the postcard was printed in Spain though...

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Life and Death

I actually think that's really lovely. I can see why they decided to save it.
I might not believe in God, but the sentiment doesn't require you to. The idea of life continuing on in nature is something that has always appealed to me. There is something about the renewing nature of spring, especially in those plants that appear to have died and gone, but which come back fresh and strong. I think mint is one of my favourites, such a wonderful smell and new potatoes just aren't right without a few sprigs of mint!
I admit it. I find these Agony Aunt columns a little entertaining. Sometimes what's on the back of a clipping is just as interesting to me as what was meant to be saved.
This is great because it gives me the mundane mystery I enjoy so much.
"Should I tell the truth?" Ooh about what? Other than an illegitimate son of ten, I can't guess what her problem might be!
And the seventeen year old who has finally really fallen in love. I wonder how long that lasted? Oh how cynical I am. I do hope they didn't get married so soon though!

Saturday, 2 May 2009


These are my mothers favourite birds. Maybe I should give her the bookmark instead of hoarding it in my collection of things found in books.
They are pretty birds though.

I bought her a stuffed one once.
Not a stuffed Avocet, a stuffed toy Avocet.
A real stuffed Avocet would have been gross, I like my animals living and breathing, not stuffed with.... with what? What are they stuffed with?
Well whatever it is it's not blood and essential organs.

Tuesday, 28 April 2009


Are things like this still issued?
I've never smoked and I've never seen anything like it before.
Do they just rely on the horrible warnings on the outside of the packets now?

It rather fascinates me that all of these cigarette brands are ranked by their tar content. This was published in 1986 and I wonder if things have changed in the 20+ years since its publication. Are tar levels lower or the same?

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Lunch Time

Okay, so I realise that my imagination is wholly willing to go off on flights of fancy at the merest provocation, but really I just want to know what these notes are. I want to know who the Baron is.
Or maybe I'd just like to know a Baron.
That would actually be quite cool. "Hi, this is my friend The Baron". Which makes me come over all Maria from The Sound of Music. There was a Baron in that wasn't there? As well as all the nuns of course.
And, are the ninth floor only allowed lunch on a Monday and Tuesday?
That first person under the Guest part has a really long name. Were his/her parents just really indecisive?
Oh and why did some people get crossed off? Were they bad and starved?
I have so many questions, always so many questions.
And so few answers.

Saturday, 28 March 2009

Mr Gilbert

That's a bill right? But what is it for?
A selection of something?
Where is it from?
I always remember them doing their 1's like that in France.
But is the word 'Fonia' French? Je ne sais pas!
Ah, maybe it's just the mystery that I like, or the fact that I can create a mystery around such an innocuous piece of paper.