come back soon
"look, Rocky, it's Daddy and Rocky's favourite shape!" (pointing to a pyramid).
Parenting, as only Simon True knows how.
listening to Með Suð Í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust
strange how waves of physical nothingness can peel away so many layers of skin.
just wondering
when you say, "well, I'm not a feminist..." - what is it that you mean? Do you mean, I'd like this person who's stronger than me to open the lid on this jar, and I will at some point do something in return that I am physiologically or psychologically better at doing? Are you apologising for being you, in the fear that somebody might find you unattractive for being so? Or are you really, honestly, saying that you do not believe in "the advocacy of women's rights on the grounds of political, social and economic equality to men", as you earn your own living, own your own property, and expect to be treated civilly by all as a fellow human being?

Perhaps you just haven't looked in the dictionary lately.
french fancies
what was wrong with "fondant fancies"? A perfectly good name, now replaced with the intimation of underwear.
taxes hard at work
today police at paddington were giving festival goers the once over with sniffer dogs. shooting fish in a barrel and for what?
hotsprings on a midsummer night

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landmannalaugar

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arnar's garden


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skaelingar

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skafta


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sveinstindur


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burton is omnipresent
geneva airport: completely shit
leaving minneapolis
the midwest is evidence of nurture winning out over nature - of what happens when some of the most beautiful races in the world are deprived of exercise and fed a diet of over-abundance. directly descended from proud norwegians, icy swedes and ethereal finns, the midwesterners of today avoid the brutal winters by hopping from car to overheated shopping centre, restaurant or bar and back. even outdoor exercise - hunting, fishing and the like - is done in as close proximity to heated car seats as possible; hell, you can just fish straight out of your truck when the ice is thick enough. and food? food is big, and bland. much like the populace. you can still catch a glimpse of lost beauty in tow-haired, bright-eyed children; in doe-like lashes above plump cheeks that hint at an elegant bone structure below; in towering height now mirrored in width; in once-determined broad jaws lurking beneath weak milk-fed jowls that sit atop absent necks. what a terrible waste of good scandinavian genes.
on the muni
"information gladly given but safety requires avoiding unnecessary conversation"
in carinthia
"dude, you're never too old for space camp"
minus two degrees
hibernation has a lot going for it
childhood wishes accomplished
the Rabbit Fur Plaid Hunter's Hat. Charlie Brown, Holden Caulfield, now me. Finally. If only learning to wheelie was as easy.
happy christmas
mary said, "but how shall this be, as I know not a man?"
and the angel replied, "the Holy Ghost shall come upon thee..."
Salvation Army Christmas Concert
though laudable for their good deeds, Salvationists as a group are not a good advert for the supposed physical benefits of abstinence.
the madness
one irritating side-effect of knowing people that exhibit Found Art is feeling the need to tear of even the most innocuous photograph into tiny pieces before it can be binned. Never, ever leave eyes in a pair...
deluge
it's tempting to just lie down and die under the weight of all this rain
winter
some days the absence of love makes me so physically sad that i want to punch myself in the heart to stop it hurting. other days I'm winning
grosvenor square
in the US Embassy there are signs around the walls of the Visa Services waiting area that read "Please put trash in the bin." I wonder if this was written by an American who has spent too long in England, or an English employee confused by their employer's lexicon. "Trash" and "bin" could only exist in the same sentence in this strange micro-America within another country, where you're expected to add a teabag to vaguely hot water to make a cup, and the biscuits are baked proudly in the USA
on the number 43
"It's not even about her looks, bruv ... but ... but her looks help"
life's too short to wear new leather
brick lane festival
9pm and the street lights are spilling autumn's orange neon onto a hectic crowd still yearning for summer. Every cobbled corner of the Truman brewery is busy with drinkers living up the last balmy nights of the year; the air crackling with conversation, the lane so packed with styled-up jazziness that it's like being in a world drawn by Jamie Hewlett.
best things about london, number one in an occasional series
- the Ladies' Bathing Pond on Hampstead Heath
- free gigs at the new Rough Trade East
notting hill carnival
A young black guy, 25-35, slightly tubby, is sitting on the ambulance bus getting his head glued back together. The Monday madness has kicked in - just around twilight, as usual - and he's been bottled: a mantle of blood is soaked into his white Man U shirt. Forty plus quid those shirts cost, and now it's bright red from the neck down. We also work at Emirates, and I can't help saying something as I pass to collect some swabs.
"Almost looks like you support Arsenal, now."
Patiently sitting there, waiting for the paramedic's glue to dry, he grins, and chuckles.
And that is why I love England.
london to les2alpes
Suddenly, summer. The TGV from Paris to Grenoble chases clouds across sienna fields, under an infinity blue sky.
Toronto to London
How to describe the feeling on seeing land from a plane at night? Those florescent daubs of orange in the darkness; living, breathing, pulsing spiderveins of electricity, computer chipboards of human endeavour, persistence and folly, somehow both awesome and reassuring to the traveller at 32,000 feet. Home itself or home once-removed - humanity is down there, blazing fires in the night.
Chamonix, France
Phone conversation overheard on the Argentiere to Chamonix bus:
"Hi...hi, yah. Yah, it's David."
... " Yah, it's great. Not much snow, but, you know. Just wanted to check - how are the cats? Not being too dreadful, I hope?"
... "Great, great. I'm glad you're getting on. Yah. So - how was the funeral?"