Gallows Pole

On the road

Tribute to Edith Piaf

Need to start Frenching up; counting down the days now...

Eel Pie Island, 27 january

the Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke

Possibly the maddest painting ever. I love it. This photo does it no justice whatsoever and it muuuuuust be seen in the flesh.

Richmond Park Frolics

G0THIC

These adverts make my day

New obsession. I think, the Antiques Roadshow coming out in me...spotted in Greenwich Market, my new stomping ground

"These boxes and furniture are made in the souks of Damascas. The inlay is designed by an artisan who hand-makes the design using fine woods and mother-of-pearl. This mosaic inlay is a speciality of Syria, whose artisans are known throughout the world for their fine work"

Greenwich my love

Queen, Tie Your Mother Down

Probably the best rock song of all time

Proserpine, by Dante Gabriele Rossetti. Stunning painting which hangs in Tate Britain.

Typset 'Morris'. Influenced clearly by Morris and the Pre raphaelites. These are just preliminary scribblings and I plan to rework some of the letters soon

I think they're called Signas, im not entirely sure. I was reading up on some artists that combined the signatures to their name to make an attractive logo, representing them as would a signature. The Arts and Crafts and Pre-raphs were best known for this.

Trafalgar Road, 90 million years ago. Our place is literally at the bottom right of the photo.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Led Zep, in my time of dying.

In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home

Well, well, well, so I can die easy (X2)

Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair

Well, well, well, so I can die easy (X2)

Jesus, gonna make up.. somebody, somebody...
Jesus gonna make up... Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed

Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven... Won't you let me in
I never did no harm. I never did no wrong

Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm.

I've only been this young once. I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong
No, not once.

Oh, I did somebody some good. Somebody some good...
Oh, did somebody some good. I must have did somebody some good...
Oh, I believe I did

I see the smiling faces
I know I must have left some traces

And I see them in the streets
And I see them in the field
And I hear them shouting under my feet
And I know it's got to be real
Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I've done
You can deliver me, Lord
I only wanted to have some fun.

Hear the angels marchin', hear the' marchin', hear them marchin',
hear them marchin', the' marchin'

Oh my Jesus... (repeat)

Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'...cough