Quick! Some photos kicking about on my mobile!

Could do with one of these outside my house:

Best name for a cafe, ever:

Nothing wrong with this you might think...

...the thing is, I took it in AUGUST.

Happy Christmas!

The truth is out there

A few weeks ago on my way through town my eyes were drawn to a handwritten notice:

 

It's powerful stuff (zoomed image below). As if that wasn't thrilling enough, the following day I realised that there was more, much more, on the other side of the pillar:

Here it is in full. There's not much to add. Just sit back, take it in and BE EDUCATED.

I particularly like the way 'Jimi Carter' is split over two lines, briefly giving the impression that the smug, tax-minimising, gagmeister is in conspiratory cahoots with Messrs Mubarek, Musharref and Shirak (and so on).

Whoa. This is dynamite!

Ok... one Ethopian man do sex with his aunts...you're beginning to lose me now...

I hope this guy's ok - he seems to be in mortal danger! Somehow surviving attacks by poisoning, helicopter gunships, and, most impressively of all, having heavy weights dropped from a war jet. It's also helpful of our hero and truthteller to pinpoint precisely where the plane attack took place in August. Presumably because there's now a heavy weight lying smashed into the road.

So there we go.

Why you so nasty?

Quality graffito in Hyde Park, Leeds c.2004

Read, mark, learn and inwardly digest

A recent selection from the local library unexpectedly revealed the source of some popular lyrics. Turns out that it wasn't a rhyming dictionary but this book that is evidently required reading in the Hewson household:

"...digging up my soul now, going down, excavation".
Brer Taupe, hard at it, yesterday.

Skip to ~1.40 if you can't stomach the whole thing (but you'd be missing out on The Edge's amazing acting talent):

You've got red on you

Important public service information: walking around while reading stuff on your phone is a risky business.

That road sign was definitely positioned too low though

Whit? Whoo!

Another fab night at the Whit Friday bands. Sadly I missed the Swedish band playing 'Dancing Queen' while trying to get a drink but here's a taster of some of the highlights.

The all-conquering Brighouse and Rastrick, with their big, shiny trophy:

And they've brought security!

Up there with the best ever:

Glad you can't hear me getting confused and excitedly shouting 'Superstition' :(

Could have done without the water pistols but full marks for the outfits and synchronised moves:

Same time next year then: May 24, 2013!

Whitting my appetite

That time of year again folks: Whit Friday tomorrow! It's like a second Christmas Eve! It's not just me either - earlier today at Uni I overheard the following conversation:

"The rain had better stop tomorrow"
"Why?"
"It's Whit Friday brass bands! Best day of the year!"

Damn straight.

A couple of clips from last year to get in the mood...name that tune!

Maniac Monday

Since January, there has been a disturbing window display in one of the houses in my locale. Hastily grabbed pic:

That plant could do with some water

This is in the front window, facing out onto a busy road [edit: it disappeared in April]. In case you can't work out what's going on here, it's three dolls (Barbara Millicent Roberts, plus two close friends) that have been attached together using bandages and then stapled down to the windowsill. They have been joined in a line, presumably in some kind of whacko tribute to this film, which is most definitely not one that will be appearing on my DVD rental queue any time soon.


I'm not going to say any more as there's a fairly high chance of me actually bumping into the creator of this ornamental piece while on my way back from the shop. And who knows what they might end up doing to me.

Until tomorrow Venn

After pondering further my amazing Venn diagram from earlier in the week, I realised that with some slight tinkering I could fill that elusive central section:

Venn-us as a boy: seems my circle drawing skills are at only 66%

I wonder if he remembers that afternoon at Mumps roundabout as fondly as I?

Situation vacant

Race for the prize

You may be aware that for the last couple of years a few of us have had a 'Death Race' game on the go (I invited 2011 entrants here). The 2011 game is of course over now, it being 2012 and all, and for months I've been planning to make a prize for the winner. While my trophy concept remains in my head only (basically an Action Man in a black cowl, holding a scythe and glued to a base) I have this week devoted my efforts to a more subtle method of honouring the winner. I recently made the extremely useful purchase of a badge maker so that I could make this:

Check out the craftsmanship on that!

Pretty impressive, I'm sure you'll agree. Hats in the 'off' position then, to two-time champion and disturbingly accurate death predictor, Stephen Willis! Expect him to be proudly showing the badge from his lapel next time you see him in Tesco.