Some smallish items…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s architectural term is ‘eye-catcher’ – A decorative building, such as a sham ruin, usually built on an eminence in an English landscape park to terminate a view or otherwise punctuate the layout. ( From: A Dictionary of Architecture (1974) Penguin Books.)
‘Built on an eminence’ I like that!…
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Excuses for being late. No. 299.
I’m sorry I’m late, but I was attacked by a giant wren.

A single overheard remark:
‘William was face-diving again…’

An observation:
A young Asian woman was sitting in the cafe at the table next to mine. She was alone. During the time she took drinking her coffee and nibbling her cake, she made two brief telephone calls. Strangely when she was on the phone and talking I could smell her perfume, but not before, or after the calls.

The City of the Future.
In the past people would imagine what the cities of the future would be like. Of course, with the benefits of science and technology, they would feature clean open spaces with spotless pavements, lakes, trees and grass, elegant tall buildings, their immaculate glass domes sparkling in the sunlight, they would be interestingly designed and decorated, and inside would provide a healthy and stimulating work or home environment for the humans of the future to enjoy…
So, what happened? Who would have thought that capitalism and lust for money would throw out any ideas of style and elegance, and that ‘beauty’ would become a silly concept, and that these norms of the past would be replaced by blankness, cheapness, brashness, and that the city environment would be cold, dirty, hard, squalid, and dumbed down?

The bus stopped at a road junction, and after a few minutes the driver opened his window and started shouting, ‘I need to swing!… I need to swing!…’
Goodness me! I thought, but of course he was just shouting to the driver of a delivery van which was blocking the bus’s turn into the side street…

Oh, hello? What’s this? Ah, an item of spam in my comments box. It seems to be from someone with the unlikely name of Washington Redskin Jersey:
production from the Eagle Point refinery to the Marcus Hook and Philadelphia refineries which are now you to make savings on your dog parasite control:* Put out of your mind ordering in the head and Miller was knocked unconscious were personal foul penalties not called) and the
Well, thank you Washington, I will certainly bear in mind what you have said – and I do look forward to hearing from you again soon.

A single overheard remark:
‘So I went to that keep fit fucking place…’

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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6 Responses to Some smallish items…

  1. julie harms says:

    I always get a kick out of your peculiar observations.

  2. ‘So I went to that keep fit fucking place…’ (That’ll be the gym, then?) haha! And, no, you just THOUGHT the bus driver was shouting to the delivery driver, but really the bus driver actually needed to swing. Quite what he planned to use for swinging is beyond me, but drivers swing all the time up here. 😀

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