As I was taking the photos some bloke walked past and laughed "Watch out the cat doesn't get you!" I'm not really sure what he meant - there wasn't any cat... Except for two stone ones on the doorstep.
In October 2006 I started an MA in Professional Writing. They seemed to think it was a good idea that we each write a blog. In October 2007, the course ended. Now I'm stuck with the thing.
(I'm not quite sure how this ended up being somewhere I post dubious fragments, and bad attempts at prose poetry, but these things happen I suppose).
6 comments:
well it certainly isn't the worst pun I've ever heard.
Weird but kind of cute. The little angel thing, not you.
Well, no, obviously not me. I'm no more than one of those things...
I love that :) Also the Hot beer, lousy food, bad service sign on the background...
Hmm, the skeleton-dragonfly reminds me of Hugo Simberg's characters.
Oh, Hugo Simberg, I bought some postcards of his paintings at the Ateneum, but I'd forgotten all about them, thanks Taiga! I like his paintings a lot.
Ooh, I really like that painting too - thanks :)
A detail I'd forgotten until now:
As I was taking the photos some bloke walked past and laughed "Watch out the cat doesn't get you!" I'm not really sure what he meant - there wasn't any cat... Except for two stone ones on the doorstep.
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