My brother’s Vizsla puppy, Basil.
This is a hideous photo, but it makes me laugh.
The view from The Fox Goes Free, which I think is an excellent name for a pub.
Today my poor tomato plant is being buffeted about my the wind.
I was having a bit of a wander in Wild Park today, it’s quite an eerie place and when you’re in the woods it’s usually so quiet you can hear a pin drop. I’d been there for about 20 mins when this weird tribal drumming started, which scared the hell out of me! I’ve added the video, and if you turn the sound up, yu can just about hear it. I’m guessing it might have something to do with As The World Tipped.
There’s also a few photos – the view over the whole of Brighton when you come out of the woods at the top of the hill is just stunning. The photos don’t do it justice in any way, shape or form. I used CleVR to make a panorama to try and get the scale of it across and there’s a few bugs in itit takes a while but it’s very, umm, clever!
The following is a list of things I would do in exchange for 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep:
- say ‘fuck’ in front of my grandparents;
- stand on my desk and do a little dance;
- kiss someone I don’t like;
- have a drink in a pub on West Street on a Saturday night;
- watch a football match, pretend that I enjoy it and not mutter about the players being overpaid, spoilt wimps;
- hug a hedgehog;
- smile sweetly at one sexist comment, instead of scowling and invoking the vengeful spirit of Emmeline Pankhurst;
- not eat Marmite for a month;
- run my nails down a blackboard,
- pay for a copy of the Daily Mail and read a whole article;
- eat one mouthful of meat (the animal must have died of natural causes).
Some photos from Jardin Flambeau in St Anne’s Well Gardens, which was very beautiful, very French and reminded me of something from a Jean-Pierre Jeunet film.
I stupidly deleted the photo I took on Day 1 of this year’s thrilling Tomatowatch, so I’m starting from Day 7.
Today, I repotted my tomato plant.
Not all the results are in yet, but this is how it stands at the moment:
I’m not unhappy with the Greens doing so well, but you have to wonder if it’s fair? Why should one person’s vote count for less than another’s?