This - the third Monday in January - is, I am told, the most miserable day of the year. I'm just glad Vera Duckworth didn't live to see it. Anyway, as a public service, I offer this view of Kensington Gardens in April. There, you feel better already.
Monday, January 21, 2008
A Caption Service to the Entire Nation
This - the third Monday in January - is, I am told, the most miserable day of the year. I'm just glad Vera Duckworth didn't live to see it. Anyway, as a public service, I offer this view of Kensington Gardens in April. There, you feel better already.
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
Eeeh, gerraway you daft happoth! Hey, that could be me lying prostate under that tree. See, nobody gives a bugger! Anyroad, now I'm dead I can read yer blog every day. Seriously Bryan, it's a lovely picture, and don't forget it's close to me ancestral home (I'm from royal stock you know). Tarra for now.
ReplyDeleteThe third Monday of January is to be named Gore Day in honour of the great environemntalist, who died 50 years ago today.
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ReplyDeleteChrist, that's embarassing. Please excuse me while I go and take a few blogging lessons.
ReplyDeleteIt would be a great photo except for the dead body in the foreground.
ReplyDeleteAnd Sophie is right: It's Martin Luther King Day here today. We will do some community service, try to pay some sort of respect to the dream he had.
Spot The Appleyard Competition: week #3
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Ian, I know it looks like I got a bit overexcited trying to win Bryan's approbation, but actually I got trapped in some weird repeat-posting spiral which eventually spat me out when it got bored. You are now all laughing at such gaucherie and incompetence and my cheeks flush with shame.
ReplyDeleteGirl Trips On Unribbed Socks!
ReplyDeletefirst on the scene were jeremy, who loosened her clothing, and, looking on, stuart rose (as you do).
an easy mistake to make, sophie! but you're okay - I was making reference to the hitchcock nature of Mr. A always appearing in his own photographs.
ReplyDelete...but I expect Bryan's hiding in the Kensington Shed.
ReplyDelete*LOL!* Sophie, most of us know exactly how you feel. While some of us (speaking for myself only, perhaps) avail ourselves of the trashcan icon to remove the evidence that we were repeating ourselves, our cheeks remain flushed, secure in the knowledge that everyone else is convinced that the blank posts remaining behind are just further proof of a Tourette's-like posting syndrome or an alcohol/drug-addled mind.
ReplyDeleteIt's April, it's sunny - and the trees are in leaf! WHY? Asks the Daily Mail.
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