You want to do what . . .!?

 Imagine the music-production meeting: a desert, 50 or so old pianos, three miles of scaffolding, er . . okay. My 'what about the environment hackles' are rising, BUT on the other hand, such a joy to watch . . .wow. I wonder how many takes it took?

Welcome

To my new-look blog. I love the David Lynch curtains, thank you blogger, straight out of Twin Peaks . . . oo-er Bob, he was SCARY. For no reason other than these must be the same curtains, here's a picture of Mark and Peter playing in Missegre. Just wish I could find out how to get blogger to space the words better now . . . Seems to be no way to use paragraphs recently.

Vegetable prophet

I had a dream last night that a humble food item would provide us with great insight into the future of the world.
This morning I put this tomato in the sun to ripen off a bit, and went about the daily tasks wondering, as you do, about whether or not the world will be ending in December and if so whether Bugarach is in fact the place to be. I came back to sacrifice the tomato as part of a salad and found it had managed to lift a portion of itself towards the very direction of the aforementioned mountain.

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I took this picture of a UFO in a field above our house.
Proof that Alien beings are approaching the earth and will be arriving sometime in December. Interesting to note they are not driving a sleek steel craft, but something resembling a gone-off potato, or a stone with lichen patches. Clever.

May, the new April?

I hold the record for the number of times a human has taken a jumper on and off.
Day of gardening mainly, wearing, alternately, heavy boots, vest top, long sleeved T-shirt, jumper and at one brief point a bikini when I thought yep, 'I'm going to get in the pool- after cleaning it for all these months.' Cold, yes!!!! but boy did I feel glowing afterwards . . . mmm, no, chilled I think is the word.
We went to a vide Grenier this morning and bought nothing at all. This has never happened before; I'm still in shock. I did however manage to photograph something from one of Dali's old holiday homes.

Amazon review wonderment

We did laugh; we did, for about ten minutes after reading a wonderful article from the Guardian online, regarding spoof reviews on Amazon.
Apparently people are reviewing things such as meths, pictures of Paul Ross, and tin foil (as seen on feline here) and giving five stars, thus propelling the normally unregarded products high on to wish lists . . . have a look if you have a mo. Google Paul Ross Amazon for example.

Takes all sorts . . .

Just found these when trying to dump excess photos clogging up our labouring computer.

I remember standing in a Wimborne newsagents for about ten minutes mesmerised by the sheer diversity of mankind's interest - well, interests of us folks in the countries fortunate to have time and money to have interests other than fighting for survival.
I don't suppose people who have to walk twenty kilometers through raging heat to collect fetid water would comprehend a magazine about celebrity lifestyle, or cross-stitch.
Talking of so-called celebs, I was about to take photos of various publications called,'blurred uninteresting images of actually rather unimportant people', when a woman dressed in a blue nylon overall asked what I was doing. I couldn't think of a witty, cutting reply, so bought a sherbet fountain and left.
There must have been about thirty magazines following what the Beckhams are doing, how his hair is, how her waistline is, who is shagging or not shagging who, on what beach, in which favoured part of the globe. Incredible . . . I must admit I do look in them occasionally at the dentists; there is a certain 'road accident-ness' to them. However hard I try not to look - just a glance to see what has in fact happened to David's hair since the last dental visit.
I think sewing and knitting publications were about equal to train spotting, and fishing, possibly more on fishing. Always the same covers though . . . a man in green outfit holding a vast slimy fish, grinning inanely, (the man). Why not a picture of what the fish was like when he (or the wife) had cooked it? Oh, that's another section - seventeen forests worth of paper on cooking, celeb chef, moving onto into kitchen design, lifestyle, house deco magazines - possibly the biggest section. House and Garden, Homes and Gardens, Interiors, your new conservatory, your new kitchen, your new fridge, your new garlic-crusher.
The top shelf, glistening in its plastic wrappers featured a whole other world: 'Hot and Wet' obviously a publication about building your own tropical greenhouse, 'jugs', advice on collecting certain types of porcelain. . . anyway, the shelf was too high up for me to investigate further. What the world needs is 'post-materialism weekly . . . might have to start my own publishing house.