Magical Snail Trails.

Oh Brian, what a ray of sunshine you were. Ever the optimist, moving forward,scooting round the Magic Roundabout garden like a mullosc iteration of The Flash.
            The sun always shone when Brian was around.

A Different Corner.

                                                     Another corner(In need of dusting.)

Purple Prince of Wallachia

                           Coloured scans. My attempt to boost the Transylvanian tourist industry.

Do Not Bank On It.

Passed this boarded up building on Saturday morning. It was a dull overcast morning which seemed to lend this formerly grand building a peculiar melancholy.. For whatever reason it had the air of a crumbling Ms. Haversham. Abandoned when the future seemed so bright.  I thought the feature of the chained front gate and short pathway to the graffitied front door acted like a tatty veil, projecting  a faded modesty. Crumbling, boarded up, scribbled on by people who cannot spell their own names...
            Even the most lovely building suffers the remorseless  tyranny of time.

Tardis Awkwardly Parked.

                                      "I know I parked the damn thing somewhere nearby..."

Wind and Wuthering.

     (From my sketchbook.)

Its the anniversary of my old chum Anthony today. Four years ago he left us and it seems like only yesterday. we were friends for such a long time and got under each others skin and way of thinking, despite being so different and disagreeing on so much, that I still frame so much of what I see and hear in the context of "what would Anthony think of that?"
          All my closest friends are different in their own ways, from sexual preferences to political outlooks, but our friendships are based on that most crucial of prisms to view things through;
          Friendship and good fellowship.
          We miss you Anthony. You went too soon.
          We were supposed to be those two old guys sitting in the corner of the pub arguing about all sorts of nonsense; Was the definitive Genesis line-up the one with Peter Gabriel or Phil Collins? Am I a lifelong Smiths fan or technically a Morrissey fan? Was Only Fools And Horses responsible for Brexit? How come David Bowie called to Bing Crosby's house to stand around the piano singing Little Drummer Boy? Did Alice Cooper live next door and he meant to call there? Could the world accept a Doctor Who from Ardoyne?
            Same night. Same chairs and table.
            Only the arguments change.
            Good Craic.

Top Of The Fireplace.

                             Took this photo of the books sitting on my old fireplace. I did
                                                      realise I was actually in it too.