This is not me. In fact, I don't know who it is. It's another of those photos I can't remember taking. But he looks happy enough. I'm wondering if I should invite people to send in pictures. But I fear the consequences. Anyway, have a good Easter.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Easter Caption
This is not me. In fact, I don't know who it is. It's another of those photos I can't remember taking. But he looks happy enough. I'm wondering if I should invite people to send in pictures. But I fear the consequences. Anyway, have a good Easter.
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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.
England, Scotland, Wales and Spoonland lay claim to man's head.
ReplyDeleteThere must be a medical term, Bryan, for your tendency to forget the taking of a photograph. Photolepsy? Aphotomnesia perhaps?
ReplyDeletePrepared for the End Times.
ReplyDelete"I was thinking of having my ears pierced but decided it might look silly"
ReplyDeleteLaw Commission announces High Court wig replacement
ReplyDeleteI always thought men of a certain age should be spade.
ReplyDeleteControversy surrounds claims over the first nation to conquer the summit of Bryan Appleyard.
ReplyDeleteCan One Build A Sandcastle With A Tea-cosy?: Appleyard Seeks Answers!
ReplyDeleteTrinny & Susannah Men's Dress Tips #23: Choose items which draw attention away from your ridiculous man boobs.
ReplyDeleteMen in silly hats -- so English! I am in Paris right now, where women wear beautiful hats. Where women are beautiful. And lots of men have that stubbly thing on their faces.
ReplyDeleteYesterday, walked along the Seine near the Louvre, turned and came up along St. Germain-aux-Auxerrois -- lovely late afternoon light, brisk air but the trees are beginning to leave out and pansies glow vibrantly in every bed.
In the churches, the priests are getting their one big work out of the year: Lots of folks confessing so they can take communion on Easter. Sacre Coeur had veritable hordes of the faithful -- well, twice-a-year faithful.
Moi, I feel more like a pagan with my creed outworn. I'd rather be in the cold air with the bulbs coming up, inexorably moving towards the moment of opening, color, scent. This is spring. This is Easter.
Susan B. Got intimidated at Scare Coeur in 1992 by some hoodlums trying to nick my girlfriend's whisky she was swigging away first on the steps then inside (students! - at one point I just managed to grab the half-bottle before, in her stupor, she let it slip to smash the numinal silence!). While our tormentors were expelled out the front we were led to safety down some steps at the back by kindly attendants. Sanctuary!
ReplyDeleteOh, MAN IN HAT LOOKS TWAT.
Snakepit -- You sound so Elberry. Are you one of his alters?
ReplyDeletewe're about to go to Notre Dame. This has turned into a church architecture excursion.,
How dare you!
ReplyDeleteI am my own feeble man.