This is one of my favourites for the month. It was taken in Covent Garden which is a haven for tourists and mime artists, both are equally annoying in such a small space. This mime artist looks like he’s just given the girl a slap around the head. He hasn’t. Although if I wanted to be vindictive and express a real Hot Fuzz like hatred for mime artists, I’d say that he had. But I won’t. I’m nice.
Let’s play Hunt the Squirrel and notice how in the woodland-like grounds lots of litter has been shoved down the fence at the back. Shame.
In Holloway, north London. I like the darkening sky and how the trees centre the block of flats.
This is the favourite in our wooden ornamental menagerie.
A truly awful waste of a Porsche.
The power button (yes it’s a hole) to our telly. Shot in black and white.
Woodlands and stream at the bottom of our hotel car park in Somerset.
This is at my cousin’s wedding in Somerset. The venue was a historical country house set in a breathtaking 100 acre parkland, home to lots of deer. I really like houses like this and if I was a lottery winner, I’d buy myself one just for the turrets. The shadows of the windows cast by the disco lights above this beautiful fireplace is what I like about this image.
Upper Street in Angel, Islington after work.
This is my equivalent of a No News Day in that not very much happened – except that I met a very good friend but I don’t intend to use friends and family for this blog unless it’s discreet (and with permission of course).
This is the ceiling of a pub. It’s not a very good pub at all and probably only survives because of its close proximity to Arsenal FC’s stadium. They’ve gone for the football connection big time and this ceiling is probably one of the tackiest and saddest things I’ve seen, ceiling wise.
