Trappy is very horny.
It has taken him nearly 2 months to peak.
A slow grower, my wee Trappy.
I’m going to try to self-pollinate him.
Is that too racy to say on a blog?
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Rape Rick Pillow
Another quick and dirty post.
I bought my own pillow like a lamo.
Then I stuck sequins on it.
I’m quite pleased with it it.
Ok I’m immensely pleased with it.
Isn’t that terrible?
But thats mostly down to the colour.
I love that particular shade of chrome yellow.
I really need to find customers other than myself.
Here: http://society6.com/JanineShroff/Rape-Rick_Pillow
Rape Rick Pillow
Rape Rick Pillow Closer
Consolidated Report of Various Non-Events
I find myself writing less and less these days.
Not because the days at work or home have grown more dreary but because I feel spread a little thin, like someone being stingy with the butter on my toast.
I don’t think I can manage both drawing and blogging.
That being said I have now accumulated a decent backlog of fascinating non-events to report
1. I lost a piece of chocolate fudge cake the other day at work.
I bought it for lunch.
Then I ate lunch.
Then I went back upstairs.
Much later I realised I had left the cake downstairs.
I went downstairs to check. It was gone.
I was devastated.
There is no pain greater than losing a piece of moist cake.
That is also the only acceptable use of the word ‘moist’ in a sentence.
2. A client bought in a red velvet and buttercream icing cake.
It was a goliath of a cake.
A huge red velvet monster with an inch of buttercream top and middle.
I ate just one slice of this cake and was plunged into a sated, bloated cake depression, butter cream oozing through my pores.
The whole office developed a strange lack luster lethargy after eating this cake.
I started calling it the cake of depression.
Except Lottie, who had a fairly rock hard pice nearly a week later without particularly bad effects.
Side note
It may seem like there is a lot of cake in our office but I just tend to remember events that involve cake far more clearly than any other events.
Cake of Depression
3. I have a lot of spam to report.
The most recent one, which I particularly enjoyed, was an email,
converted into a jpg,
and then that jpg was emailed to me.
The subject title was “THANK YOU!!”
I like this man’s style.
4. Giant Eggs
I’ve been trying really hard to get Emma (Leo’s girlfriend) to cultivate hens that lay giant eggs because of an article I read in the Metro. (A worthy supplement if there ever was one)
I can’t even begin to tell you how much effort I’ve put into emailing her various words of encouragement with no success.
Apparently all you need you just need to feed them lots of broccoli but Emma is worried laying a giant egg will hurt them.
Emma has no scientific curiosity.
But I havent yet despaired. I’m going to try to convince her to invite us down to Cambridge and try feeding Honey, Sugar & Treacle (the hens) broccoli myself surreptitiously.
5. Monty has been sending me emails.
Then sends me texts to check if I’ve received the emails.
On principle I ignore those texts.
When did Monty turn into my great-aunt?
That’s what she does, but then she only just found out about the internet at 70+ something
6a. Regular Lunch
I briefly, sporadically made a huge effort of social skills and went out for lunch with the guys at work for nearly a week.
Shortly afterwards this burst of social energy died as suddenly as it began.
The guys at work eat far too early.
I like my work day split up neatly into 2 relatively equal chunks.
6b. Birthday Lunch
Yesterday the chaps at work all said
“Hey! Where do you want to go for your birthday lunch!?”
I was enthused! Yay! Birthday lunch.
“Yes! Can we go to Pizza East??”
They have the thinnest, yummiest pizzas I’ve ever . Their Margherita is particularly good.
JO & AL, who have lunch notoriously early said they couldn’t even wait until 1:30 pm.
We were in the middle of negotiating them down to a more reasonable time of 1:00 pm when Adam, killed the scheme and said we all had to go at 12:30 for some work related reason.
There is no way in hell I’m having lunch that early in the day. It leaves you with 5 hours of work without a break. The afternoon stretches out interminably.
So I didn’t attend what was presumably my own birthday lunch.
Mark later sent me an email with a photo of them all eating at Pizza East.
I sent him an email back rejecting his photo.
I refuse to acknowledge a birthday lunch for MY birthday when:
- I’m not present
- It’s practically breakfast.
They got me back a piece of cake though and a helium balloon. Which was so nice of them.
This post features a heck of a lot of cake.
Now for some photos for flowers I took a couple of days ago in the Canal park, which is exactly where I’m off to today. Its going to be a sunny day! Yay!
Dull stuff but its MY birthday and it’s MY blog.
SO SCREW YOU, REJECTED EARLY BIRTHDAY LUNCH!!
I don’t think anyone uses telephone boxes except sex workers and Trannies anymore.
Green Shoot close up. Very delicate. I looked like an idiot taking these photos.
Green Shoots. I like the way these were scattered.
Kind of cloud like tree
White flowers closeup.
Daffodil Closeup. Riddhi says flowers are phallic and make her horny
Park Shadows. I wish I had a buddy nearby to chill with in the park.
Red Hellebore. Actually I have no idea what this is.
This is a particularly pretty tree. It has no leaves. Just the flowers
Apple Blossoms? I don’t know what these are either.
I’m very fond of this telephone box.
Apple Blossoms Closeup. Well…I assume it’s apple
Yellow Flower Buds
Pink Tree Barbed Wire. See its a metaphor about blah de bloo de yawn
The Strollers Brigade. Angel is full of ‘em.
The King
Grafitti Man Outline. Someone defaced him recently. Sad face.
The Breakfast CLub always has good signs and a long queue.
Milky Way Window
Rock Garden Sunny
I like the shadows in the rock garden
A contrast. You know…
Misc photos so I feel like I’ve posted something
I’ve actually got 4-5 written and saved drafts but I keep posting from work just before my lunch break, so the most I can do is upload photos.
So spring has sprung and now begins a whole series of totally mediocre flower photos.
But don’t worry. I’m going to work up to it, slowly.
For now, just one.
Westbourne Bridge at twilight
Double rainbow, a sure sign that Spring is coming
Purdy Purdy
The best cat. Did I post this already? I can’t remember
Work meme
Columbia Road Market Photos
2012_08_12 Columbia Rd Market
Pink flower closeup
Ceramics
Sunflower dude
Purple
French Lavender – Oo La La
Lady Seller
Alpines
Nettleish thing
Very Mary Poppins
Herb Girl
Crowds
Wee Trappy
Multicoloured Cacti
Columbia Rd Mural
Columbia Rd Mural
Olympic Graffiti near Essex Road
The Day’s Takings
The ex is away in Dubai over the Easter weekend while my passport is being held almost indefinitely with the UKBA.
When I called their contact line to check what the heckings was taking so long, the automated voice on the phone tried every dubious tactic to get me off the phone, including giving me an option, allowing me to select that option, then telling me that the option no longer existed and the call would automatically be cut off.
Those devious bastards.
Half an hour later Nigerian man told me that my case was still being processed. When I asked him for how long, he said he couldn’t say. This is actually UKBA policy. You cannot contact them easily, and even if you do they will tell you nothing. You know this but you still have to try.
When I protested that not having my passport for 6 months was a very long time, he reassured me that it wasn’t 6 months yet. It was only 2 days short of being 6 months.
I hung up the phone. There was really very little I could get out of this call except the phone charges.
As usual, my sleeping pattern rapidly deteriorates while the ex is away. Got out of bed at 4:00 p.m. yesterday after sleeping at 3 a.m. A good start to a long weekend of doing very, very very little.
Spent 30 very cold minutes wandering around the Angel antique market hunting for additions to my growing brooch collection.
It’s a bit of pot luck, which is part of the fun of it. Sometimes there seems to be a wealth of interesting junk, at others nothing at all. I don’t think real jewellery could ever be as much fun to buy – You can’t rummage through piles and piles of rubbish for a single hidden gem which you will then shamelessly bargain for.
The last few weeks my wallet has been spared any sudden, nasty surprises. The dry streak couldn’t last forever however. Here are today’s takings.
Opal Shard & Silver Brooch
Opal closeup
Shell Necklace & Ammonite Brooch
Amonite Closeup
Brooch Collection
Assorted Photos In No Particular Order or Theme
A mixed bag of photos that I haven’t really sorted out in any coherent theme or scheme.
Because I’m lazy, and I’m procrastinating.
But mostly because I’m lazy.
I’ll theme the next, next lot.
That’s the lot after the next assorted lot.
These are photos from June 2012 – September 2012
Also why the hell haven’t I been using the gallery before?
I like the little circles.
Click to view large.
Arthur, one of the smelliest dogs in the Office
A sunny street near work
Westbourne bridge
Red Shoes (alas, long gone) and broken glass
A dog ball
Banksy with school children. Lower right corner is blank. So new rat is defo new.
Brandy at Kings X
A pint for Leo at Kings X
A stabbing near Pizza East
Covent Garden Market
Phone Box Art
My work computer with to-dos and notes
Igloo Flowers at Angel
New Banksy Rat At Portobello
A new little Banksy rat has sprung up on Portobello.
I’m almost sure that it’s recent and I could easily check, since I have a photo of this wall, that I had taken a few months ago, but I’m just too fucking lazy to be bothered.
Let’s just assume it’s a new Banksy rat.
The dollar sign eyes and the little saw it’s holding seems to be a cheeky reference to the recent debacle over the Banksy that was ripped out of a wall and was found on sale in LA.
It is totally possible that it could be a fake. (Banksy is easy to fake I should imagine.)
What do you think?
Portobello Banksy Rat. I’m fairly sure this is new.
Compliment Confusion
I was strolling through one of those pop-up markets that appear in posh places (like Islington).
Very dangerous business indeed. Especially if you have a bit of cash jingling in your pockets. Nothing like a market to fleece you off it.
A lady at a stall said she loved my hat, and in a moment of compliment-haze-madness I was conned into buying one of her £8 bags of home-made hot chocolate.
£8.00
Fuck.
Imagine if every time someone paid me a compliment I handed over cash. What a dolt.
This better be the best frikkin hot chocolate I’ve ever had.
I’ll report back when I’ve tried it.
BTW: I have a MASSIVE backlog of images I havent uploaded (since August. Christ).
I know my 2.5 readers of this blog will be more than keen to wade through all those.
Sorting out the Barbara Cartlands
Sorting out the Barbara Cartlands
99.9% Real Gold Foil Cards! Bling Bling!
Ace King Queen.The ex got this back from the Punj. I didn’t realise they were real and I then spent 2 hours obsessing about it.
Joker. These come in a lovely wooden and felted box with the certificate in a pocket below. Plush! Why didn’t Bond use these in Casino Royale?
Authentic! Blew my mind a little.
V. Important Monday Morning Meeting Notes
The only photo I have of the stylish hat (Xmas gift from the ex)
Home Alone – Captain’s Log, Star Date 09.02.2013
Weekend #1 of partner being away:
Ate the dokhla the ex kindly made before leaving, slowly over 4-5 days
Went shopping for food last Friday so would be stocked up with ready-meals for the weekend and most of the week.
Increased my intake of plums.
Cleaner cleaned half-heartedly on Saturday morning.
Saturday afternoon sat in front on my drawing for many hours. Occasionally rallied to draw a single line. Promptly sank back into lethargic nearly-end-of-drawing-stupor
Did some laundry.
Stayed up till 4 on the Saturday watching Wonders of the Universe.
No reported psychedelic dreams on this occasion.
Went to bed at a reasonable hour on Sunday.
Didn’t leave the flat until Monday morning.
Weekend #2 of partner being away:
Dry laundry still in the washing machine.
Run out of underwear.
Am forced to go to the washing machine instead of my clothes drawer.
Didn’t re-stock food supplies all week.
Forgot to defrost food in the freezer.
Went to the pub on Thursday. Ate instant noodles for dinner.
Forgot to defrost food in the freezer again.
Went to the Monty’s on Friday. Ate 1/2 pack of salt and vinegar crisps, 1 dark chocolate bounty & 2 plums for dinner.
Went to bed at a totally unreasonable hour.
Saturday morning no cleaner.
Have very considered plans not to leave the flat at all this weekend.
Need to buy food.
Conflict with earlier resolution not to leave flat.
May need to eat more instant noodles.
End of Captain’s Log.
Boat – Yaoi Kusama exhibition (June 2012)
Dot room – Yaoi Kusama exhibition (June 2012)
Dot room – Yaoi Kusama exhibition (June 2012)
Dot room – Yaoi Kusama exhibition (June 2012)
Mirror Room – Yaoi Kusama exhibition (June 2012)
