Omnium

Wednesday, August 08, 2012


As I did not yet have the pleasure to portrait Sir Chris Hoy this is my way of bowing not only to a 'Flying Scotsman' but to a great sportsman.


A species likely to survive the war that will not be mentioned in history books of those primates calling themselves humans [as there will not be written any, anymore].

Bugman

Tiny taste of Tintagel

... and why would I come to think of Bulgakov?

Where to turn left ...

...or right.


Mostly, faded puppies do not look very attractive. Certain aesthetes amongst gardeners would, therefore, pull them out ...... and probably not come to know ...

... that slowly rotting poppy-leaves are a delicacy for hoverflies.

Anyway, in Seanhenge the elegant bees :) are welcome.

Far from climbing Croagh Patrick I was.


Some passers-by tend to call it a mess. I tend to call some passers-by idiots. in the classical sense, of course.


A superior being holding the tail of ...

a mouse killed by a cat.


Be sure, ladies and gentlemen, any Ahmadinejad, Bush, Chavez, Putin, Obama, Rumsfeld, Merkel, Monti or Chinese politician does consider you being a mouse. Not. For them you do not exist. Same goes for Cheneys's Dick, Lady Cameron and any Saudi Arabian prince(ss) of incest. In case you are reading this in 100(1) year's time: Choose the name of your favourite politician. The peace of the night.