It deepens like a coastal shelf
in Brighton, even the derelicts have a certain sartorial style....I like his beret, probably hides a scabby, lice infested thatch - but still rather fetching.
Apparently he sings Sting in Ray Oribison's voice.Re the footprints - perhaps they belong to someone of exceptionally low self-esteem, neither supported by the Lord (aka the poem Footprints) or their other leg.I suppose the Milk Tray just has to accept we've all moved on to Lindt and get over it.
High School Musical? Nooooo!
Hello from America!I really enjoy your blog! I wanted to post a link to your blog on my site, would you be interested in a link exchange?Check it out: Http://scottstipoftheday.blogspot.com
Hah--and I thought the clowns I saw yesterday morning walking down the boardwalk at Brighton Beach (New York) were weird.
Guess the aquarium photo must be a Man Ray.Have something I'd like to send you. Please get in touch.
I aspire to be like that man when I'm old - the elderly look better in Beatnik black.Laura, you're right about Lindt. It's the crack cocaine of confectionery. Scott - I've just visited your blog and loved it. I shall add a link today.Art - I didn't know that there was a Brighton Beach in New York. I wonder if it's as 'bohemian' (i.e a place where bearded men feel comfortable riding a bike wearing a short skirt and fishnet stockings) as the one here?Paul - I've clicked on your name, but there's no link to get in touch.
Sorry. email@example.com should do it.
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