The Deserted Factory

Out walking, came upon a deserted factory
in the middle of nowhere.

A huge site, completely empty.
What did it make? Why was it there, miles from anywhere?

I don't know.






Nobody scotches the trailers anymore.




Climbing back through the fence,
a wild boar grunted nearby.

Forest of Dean Sculpture Trail

The Forest of Dean Sculpture Trail
is mostly trees and sculptures and
stuff.

Link to something funny

Attention Scum

Attention Scum2

Attention Scum3





May take a while to download. Best to watch while the world sleeps.

Barton Hill Mosaic

Here are details from a mosaic on the railway bridge
at Barton Hill








This one reminds me - it's Celebrating Age Day
at the Council House, Bristol on Saturday October 27th.

Be there or be . . . well, be young, I suppose.

The Marrow

Ladies and Gentlemen - The Marrow.

Not very amusing, I'm afraid.
I did ask for an amusing marrow, but this one was all they had left.

Here Come the Lobsters!

At last, my lobsters have arrived!

50 centimetres long and made entirely of genuine Chinese plastic, they were ordered electronically and delivered to my house by a Polish lady in a car - just like in the song*


I've tried to keep it quiet, but news soon spreads and by yesterday evening there was pandemonium as the entire population of the parish poured onto the streets to join in the celebrations.

Church bells were ringing and fireworks exploding as people sang and danced with unbridled joy.

In fact, it got so frenzied at one point that the guards had to fire several volleys of shots into the crowd, just to calm things down a bit.

But they were back again at daybreak and as I write I can hear their chants of "Show us yer lobsters! Show us yer lobsters!"

I can't bear to let them down and I will be making another appearance on the balcony quite soon.


*" ...and she brings you plastic lobsters that came all the way from China"
from Suzanne by Leonard Cohen, 1964.

Hand

In case you were wondering what I had in my hand - it's a stone that I found on the beach.

Art in Jamaica Street

These pictures were painted on hoardings in
Jamaica Street.













The one below wasn't in Jamaica Street.

It was a vision that appeared to me as I did the
washing up.

I thought I'd share it with all you internet chaps.




... and who's he?

Stone Flowers

This week I are been moostly making flowers and stuff out of stones.

Autumn Stuff

Gardens as seen from above.




Clevedon Pier. Across the water you can see another land called America (or Wales, to be strictly accurate). The buildings on the other side are Llanwern steelworks, I think.


Tree and flower display on Clevedon sea front.




A sign in the sky. Telling me to eat hot-cross buns.


Autumn scene.


Spider related incident. I'm prepared to come forward
as a witness.

An Amusing Misunderstanding

SG reports: At the Tesco metro a customer (possibly Scandinavian) asked the checkout worker (possibly Polish) for toothpicks; she then asked someone else (possibly West African) who asked someone else (possibly English) who went off in search of the product.

Moments later she returned with a tube of Tippex.

They were all very amused, apart from the poor Scandinavian woman who now has to whiten her teeth with correction fluid.

Visiting Railway Stations with Colourful Murals

Do you like visiting railway stations with colourful murals?

Then why not visit Montpelier station in Bristol?

It is a railway station with a colourful mural.

Sunflowers

Not very exciting.
Pretty though.

Re-Bloggerisation

My Cat



Re-Bloggerisation

The people at Blogspot noticed my blog wasn't up to scratch and sent me on a nine-week intensive re-education course.
I am very grateful to them for doing this.

I now realise my previous errors and will strive to do better in future.



Little acorns.


The Sky. You may have seen it already, but perhaps
not these bits.







Greenbank Sunset.

Arts Trail

It was the Arts Trail this weekend.


Death in Greenbank
A man with a pixellated face lies on a bunk bed
representing a grave.

I've nothing against people with those sort of faces,
but they seem to be involved in a lot of crime.


Unknown painting in a house near me.














There is a web page with photos of the event

Easton Arts Trail