Sugar, sir, or eternal torment?

Fal Falafel (take-away van), The Moor, Falmouth, 20/3/08.

I haven't got around to asking them what exactly 'Hell' might be yet - anyone else know? Of course, maybe it's something different for everyone...

I suppose I'll have to start actually writing stuff again, at this rate...

I once - in the process of sighing and muttering "Good grief!" - came to an abrupt realisation that much of my adult personality might be directly attributable to having read too much Peanuts as a child. After a moment's reflection, the rest, I decided, could probably be blamed upon Garfield. What the following says about me, then, I dread to think.

By way of Taiga's blogroll, I present to you the wonderfully bleak, Beckettian genius of Garfield Minus Garfield:


It really is much better without him, isn't it?

Oh, and if anyone came here hoping for quirky photos, sorry, no new ones here today, but I'm sure Taiga can oblige again: there's many, many a gem to be found within her Flickr account, quirky and otherwise. And I'd have said that even if she hadn't linked to me the other day :)

Seriously, they're great.

Now, be off with you - I have lasagna to eat. And a kitten to mail to Abu Dhabi...

And for fresh...?

The Moor, Falmouth, this afternoon.

Mary, mary, quite quite scary,
How does your garden grow?

We all live near a yellow submarine

For those who don't know, Falmouth is nextdoor to a smaller town called Penryn. I was slightly early for a meeting there this morning, so took a little wander down Commercial Road:

"Penryn? Arr, thar be dragons, lad. Thar be dragons... Erm, if you look carefully."

Actually, if you look carefully at one of these photos, you might see me somewhere, too.

More photos of something semi-hidden...

Harbour Commissioners Office, Arwenack Street, Falmouth, this morning.

I can't quite get my head around this one. A teddy-bear and a photo of two small children, left in a public place, would tend to have me imagining that something tragic is being marked here, but... well, I just don't know at all - where are all the flowers and the notes, and the names and the cards and the notices? And why is the bear all but hidden behind the column?

It's a very private public memorial...

Actually, I can't help thinking that it might be something like that. That perhaps whoever left it wants only the comfort of knowing it's there.

I don't know.

And I don't know, either, whether these photos should be here.

When I first saw the bear I thought it was just something odd to photograph. Now I'm not so sure that it isn't in fact the kind of sad quiet determined gesture that can make you feel that humanity's not such a sorry, undignified mess to be in after all.

Actually, they probably should be on here, then.

Heads in the cloud

Woolworths, Market Street, Falmouth, 5th March 2008.

Funny what happens when you stand in the middle of a street taking photos of something in the sky. Apparently at least four people had never noticed the faces before. A local couple even stopped and talked with me for a while. They hadn't a clue how the faces got there either, but she used to work in Boots when the pay was 20p per hour and you weren't supposed to work anywhere else. She did, though, she said. I forget how that came up.

Before...

Opposite University College Falmouth's Woodlane campus, 21st June 2007. In case the sign's not quite clear, here's the text:

I do beg your pardon,
I am a guerilla garden.
Please do not mow,
I am trying to grow.

And after...

Same location, 3rd September 2007.

UPDATE: A garden-loving fox found this. Thanks, Taiga :) Apparently, the Falmouth Guerilla Gardeners had a blog.

For more info and links on Guerilla Gardening, here's the Wikipedia page. I'm quite liking the idea of moss graffiti; more of which, here, here, but not here or here (they're both great, though, much like that Little People blog).