But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s heraldic term is ‘cuirass’ – plate armour for the torso.
I had a nice cuirass once, but it was too sweaty and uncomfortable in the summer months.

‘A society in which the teenagers dress like their parents has no hope.’
Sebastian Mule. (1938-1986)

A chap wearing a shiny black leather jacket had stuck his matching leather gloves in one of his front pockets – all ten fingers were sticking out. He looked like he had a strange plant growing out of his chest.

A skinny pale teenage girl with sloppy t-shirt and brightly coloured hair.
A tanned forty-something business woman in expensive tailored suit and smart shoes.
Their eyes met for an instant, each wishing that she looked like the other.

Rock drummers:
What a funny bunch they are! They are usually quite macho, moody, sullen, and stroppy, but prone to child-like tantrums. Watch out for flying drumsticks everyone!…

A moment documented:
1.45 pm on a Saturday: Sitting on a bus travelling through the modest green English countryside, but listening to the magnificent, but scary, ‘Dream Lover’ by the Plasmatics from their 1980 album ‘New Hope for the Wretched’… Ah, the joy of art!…

Today I caught the eye of a large old shaggy white dog tied up outside the supermarket – he nodded and winked at me as if he recognised a kindred spirit… I nodded back…



About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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