I miss her

I can’t take my eyes off this piece of writing every time I see it. There is an honesty and a vulnerability that is hard to explain.

Dog Toys that make sense

Walk into any pet shop and there is a wall, yes a whole wall full of toys. Toy bones, toy balls, toy squeezes, toy bowls, toy bats and more. So many more.

Why hasn’t anyone thought about the toy people toys?

I think I am, therfore, I am. I think.

I was listening to a podcast with designer Massimo Vignelli. He said the most interesting thing. He said when you are designing, always look at the essence of things, not at their appearance. Appearance is something that wanes, it’s like fashion. What on earth is he talking about? I am trying to make sense of it.

If I had a boil on my arse, would you still love me?

Lady Macbeth had a little problem, but I sometimes think that we would rather have to deal with the Lady’s issues rather than have to feel the soft, fleshy touch of a boil. Out, out damn spot. But is it a spot or a feature?

Manheater

So, I was walking my dog the other night. It was cold and dark, when suddenly she runs off and no matter how much I call she doesn’t respond. I notice she has run down some steps, into an alleyway and disappeared in someone’s doorway.

I feel like Nelly Futado in that clip, Maneater.

Can a tomato change the world?

Sometimes I think that we should approach things with extreme care. Sometimes just the smell of a tomato, or the odour of a school bag with its mixture of a thousand lunches, can often bring memories rushing back at a pace you can no longer control.

My Father’s Joke

“Two great friends are killed in an accident. One goes to heaven, the other to hell.” My Father started off with a smile on his face. A little like a Jew, an Englishman, and an Australian walk into a Pub, I thought.

Is that an arse I see before me

I happen to look up and behind her I notice a male, 180 cm, solid build, balding hair and dressed as stylishly as a bag of chips. He is doing what most men would do. He is looking at her backside. His tongue licks his lips and I am almost sick. I’m sure that deep in his mind he believes that no one has noticed his leer. He is leering.