waiting for da chop

I am one of about twenty or so contractors working together.. Some of us are less "well in" than others, but all of us are feeling a little twitchy..We form little huddles and discuss the nuances of comments made by our supremos..
It is pathetic but we are only human, and it is probably a coping mechanism for our fragile little egos..I try and maintain a chipper air of indifference, and witter on about becoming a transvestite revolutionary artist or some such waffle..
The shame is that we have all been making models and patterns since we were sixteen or so, and we are all totally conditioned to be content when at work, productive and functioning as we were programmed..
We want these jobs , even though there have been no pay increases for ten years or so.. And we all fear the prospect of having to work in a German sweatshop, away from our families..Whinging and crying into our Weiss biers in the evenings..

Biased propoganda

The Government have been running a television campaign against evil benefit cheats. The advert features a hapless labourer getting a little cash in hand for some illicit work that he had done..The evil scrounger is then filmed walking back to his house and then watching a bit of telly..
The poor bloke looks as if he hasn't a pot to piss in..He looks close to tears throughout, and the image of him sat on his knackered old sofa in his basically furnished hovel only evoked my pity..
Then it evoked my anger, at a Labour government that wants me, to feel like dobbing the poor fella in to the Feds..
It is all about double standards..On the one hand we should hate the scroungers, yet on the other it is fine to give away Billions in future tax payments to the Banking system...
I hope the poor dole dodger Carry's on getting away with it..Maybe in the next campaign they can show him replacing his video cassettes for some DVDs..Or maybe show him getting a job in the city and then snorting some cocaine of a prozzies arse in the back of his Bentley...
Good Luck to him

saint Cirque Lapopie

Last Summer we were driving west when we camped one night near this fortified medieval village...It is perched above the river Lot. I imagine to protect from attacks from Barbary pirates or the like..
Nowadays it is home and workplace to many artists and artisans..We strolled around the place one evening after cycling past it earlier on that day..I liked the fact that the window shutters and the rooftops where a coordinated shade of Aubergine...
When I but my next house I intend to paint my front door a nice dark similar hue...

To the Woods!

Is the same tree, another perspective. Had an early evening spin through town last night, trying to get a feel for the place. I am wondering whether I like it or not... My new Spanish mate thinks it is dull and has plans to up sticks for Stratford...I told his wife to take him there on a bank holiday..She says she did and he loved it...

Try another perspective

Same tree, photographed from the bottom of the dilly..When the sun was still shining...

Woody Dell

Is a lazy Saturday morning, I just went out on my bike for a forty minute spin. Through the woods looking for mushrooms. There is a huge clump of Chanterelles in our back garden, but as soon as I mentioned eating them, wife went of on a rant.. She thought that we would all end up on dialyses..Hrmmph...
But I took a nice Autumnal picture of a Warwick shire Oak, with some exposed root hanging over a ledge..

Forest of Dean

We headed west this weekend, and ended up camped near the river Wye...We got a bit lost on a bike ride, and ended up walking to the pub in the dark...After walking in the totally wrong direction we asked directions off a local who kindly gave us a lift..
The pub was as bad as you can imagine, not quite the Slaughtered Lamb but a little bit Royston Vasey... The food looked terrible but fortunately they didn't accept plastic. So after a quick beer we walked back to camp for some Pasta...Drinking wine we could hear the Hogs in the forest Grunt/howling to each other...
Next day we were up early and off to Go Ape for some tree climbing. It was a lovely sun drenched day and we drove up through the Welsh borders in the afternoon...The countryside is very easy on the eyes around Hereford shire/ Monmouth. We left it in the early evening and drove East through Worcestershire with the Sun setting smoky golden orange behind us...

Aware of my own existance

Worked late last night..It is nice to stroll back to the car park, in the dark, picking out familiar stars..The moon was half full with Saturn aglow next to it..
Up early this morning and Orion was glowing fierce.. I took a minute or two and observed its familiar shape, reassuringly back in its place ,in an often chaotic universe..
Betelgeuse is larger than the circumference of the earths orbit and burns red in the top left hand corner.. Rigel burns blue in the bottom right and is larger than the Orbit of Mars..
Both names are Arabic, and were given by ancient scholars who perhaps observed them on caravan journeys across Arabia long ago...

negative rut

So I am trying to be positive still.. It is tricky and it is easy to snag on to other peoples negative feelings. If I hear my colleagues starting to slide I try to bring them around with a little humour or a random fact...
It is difficult though..The negativity is almost palpable, and is almost encouraged through the cultivation of schisms and cliques...Quite a lot of the contractors are finishing soon and they are all even more glum...
So this weekend I am heading east, and intend to walk for miles across deserted sand spits. And maybe even have a quick thrash around in the briny...Buy some fish and some Samphire, come back refreshed...

Misty Hollows

Driving to work through the misty Warwickshire countryside this morning. I was admiring the pools of mist and watching the Sun as it rose up through the fug...
The radio was banging on about bankers and the Credit crunch, blah blah blah...As if I give a hoot...
The next interview was with David Attenborough..About the Frogs and Amphibians being wiped out, by a fungus which attacks their respiratory system through their permeable skin...
So not only should we worry about the Bees we should start to panic about the poor old frogs...
So much to worry about as well as our own poor immortal souls...

Being freindly

On Saturday afternoon we had long game of tennis. My partner Foxy and I were walking up to the car park when we paused to speak to the owner of an old Rolls Royce..He was chauffeuring at a wedding...He was an interesting man and it was nice to stop and natter on such a sunny day..
As we talked a trout fisherman walked passed and joined in our conversation..He was an interesting fruitcake too, and I think all four of us enjoyed our spontaneous discourse together...
On Sunday we played doubles with my sons...Some Chavs had set up a barbecue and were playing a sweary game of football on the bowling green..I had an anxious moment when an old lady tried to tell them off, they had set fire to a fence a bit..What might I have to do? Have a fight beat up a fifteen year old..Get stabbed...

Soggy Little island

The Summer is heading toward a squelchy Autumn, and this weekend is going to be one of steady drizzle...So we are going to hunker down and watch some telly.Read some books...And cook some nice food...
Today was a good start..We had fish cakes with Amaranth and watercress leaves..The dressing though was "Unglaublurlich."..Beetroot n Tahini,,Vibrant beetroot and horseradish cream sweetened with pomegranate molasses...
And tonight Mathew I will be creating a pear, dark chocolate n raspberry frangipane..
Maybe try n squeeze a game of tennis or a bike ride in between downpours...
Is all about low level Ecstasy...

Weasely weckognisable/Stoataly different

So last weekend, straight after work I picked up my family, and we drove up too Robin Hoods bay. It is quite a trek... The campsite was busy, people making the most out of the last weekend of the Summer holidays.Lots of Yorkshire folk and their children who sound so serious as they talk.The accent gives them a sense of gravity...
We cycled to Whitby along a track, it didn't take so long and when we got there we had some chips on the pier. I observed the profusion of crude tattoos on fleshy arms and muffin tops and tried not to think cynical thoughts...
We played scrabble in the evenings and drank wine or smoothies. There was a star party on Saturday evening, unfortunately the clouds closed in..The Astronomer in charge had to point with a laser pen to where Uranus and Neptune should have been naked...eye objects.
Next day we where off over the North York moors which were ablaze with heather... We observed a hen harrier and two weasels .One of which paused for a photograph outside his Gaff...

Perigrines in the City

Yesterday we popped down to London for the day.
We met Youngest daughter and then we parked up near St Paul's and wandered over the Millennium bridge towards Tate modern...Just outside the gallery, the RSPB were set up with their telescopes focused on some Falcons.
The peregrines sat hunkered into the wind high up on the huge chimney stack...(Incidentally Peregrine is the word origin for Pilgrim meaning something like wanderer...)
So that was very interesting, but then we had lunch inside which was very tasty and pleasant...
We walked up to the steps of St Paul's and there was a dance group performing a modern movement in celebration of the Olympic handover, very cultural..
We went inside and although we were unable to get under the dome and into the inner sanctum the filigree and artwork up inside the Cupolas really impressed us all...
Back in the car for a quick razz along the embankment and into Trafalgar square stopped at some traffic lights and observed a drunk pissing in a phone box..We were very close to it...
Parked up and wandered along brick lane market...Felt like somewhere in the world, not at all England...A quick drink in Daughters pub, cool and relaxed...The red arrows whooshed overhead everyone glanced at each other a bit scared.
Then whipped up the M forty and home

Fruity Frangipane

We decided to not go camping this weekend because of bank holiday..So instead we went cycling and looking for Blackberries.We found most of them in a hedgerow just out of town ,down a little lane that reminds me a bit of Cornwall.
We had enough for some pie and cycled home, I called in to town for ingredients..
I have been buying Frangipane recently, pre made from Waitrose. So I knew how nice it could be but even though I am sounding a little vainglorious. My atempt was pretty special...
Quartered Conference pears glazed with a little butter and some Caster sugar. Some very dark French Chocolate crumbled benevolently amidst some hand picked lane ripened Warwickshire Blackberries...
A dollop of Creme fresh, everybodys happy

Happy Factory Fodder

Work is going well at the mo...We have our jolly moments and sometimes we even have raucous laughter. We get on with our jobs though and all in all things are enjoyable as well as productive..
Today I was fantasising about training as a Sushi chef and then opening up a lunch spot near the factory. There is little alternative to a rather bland canteen in the whole area...Sushi/ salad bar bit of a funky atmos, charging six quid a shout...Make a fortune I reckon...

Not whinging about da weather

So we have had a bit of rain...The grass in our back garden is well verdant.It wasn't raining tonight so I gave it a bit of a chop. Next doors cat had left his mark in there so that ended up sprayed all over the place...Still I do like cats so it serves me right to have liquidised cat muck all over my naked fetlocks...
As a contractor working at the car factory I'm not allowed to park near work and have to yomp in from a visitors car park a few fields away...I always give the Rozzer on the gate a cheery Good morning just to demonstrate how unbothered I am about getting soaked every day...
This week I have been fantasising about buying a Scythe and sculpting peoples lawns quietly, leaving some long tufty bits in for the Harvest mice to nest...

Friday nights on the settee

So we are settled back in England...I have got my head around my car factory job, had a heavy cold but soldiered on stoically...The weather was predicted to be poor so we stayed at home this weekend..I cooked some fish for tea then we settled down to watch the Telly...We were drinking Cider from Waitrose and watching,, Gardeners world first. I had forgotten how professional the Beeb were.The presenters are unpretentious, I think that there is an element of anarchism and an unspoken regard for liberty amongst gardeners...
Then we watched The Tudors...Raunchy rock n roll history, again with amazing quality and an eye for detail...The costumes are unbelievably beautiful...A bit of Q.I. then off to bed..
Good old BBC two...

moving back to England/ staying positive

I spent most of today inside a car factory and it was very tough...The place is infused with an air of hopeless lethargy.The permanent staff appear to be desperately unhappy and if I was not feeling so sorry for myself I might feel sorry for them as well...
But tomorrow I am going to be ultra chipper and make them have it.
Then at the weekend we are going to go swimming in a very wet river...
On Sunday we went to an old Friends house who has recently returned from Spain...Her and her fella made us Tapas and we had a little wine...It was very nice too...

Natural Mystic

These last few days I have been camping in Southern England... I have swam in lots of rivers, like the Frome and the Hampshire Avon.Wiltshire and Somerset where particularly enjoyable.There was a lovely swimming hole next to a weir on the footpath towards Batcombe, with a rope swing into the deep below a weir...
On the way to meet up with some pals in Hampshire, we stopped at Stonehenge...I really felt a presence there, but was offended by the way that is presented...Many people were taking cheesy pictures of each other so that they can prove to their Friends that they have, you know, done Stonehenge...It is obviously being exploited a a cash cow and they have some plans to spruce it up for the Olympics...
I strongly feel that it should be a sacred place of pilgrimage. The roads should be diverted or buried, and people should approach on foot..From at least five miles away barefoot across a silent grassy heath..

Scary Ocean

On a few occasions last week I walked along the Cornish coast path and then down a rocky headland to fish of a very deep ledge. Just standing there flicking my lure into the sea was very therapeutic...It was also a little unnerving. The thought that a freak wave might just lick me into the water was always at the back of my mind...
The god Pan was banished into the wilderness by Zeus...Whenever we are in the wild and we feel the onset of Panic.... That is Pan tinkering with our reason...

harbour jumping

Last week we where in Cornwall...We swam in the sea daily it was colder than normal but highly invigorating.One day we went out mackerel fishing with Barry Mundy, there was a lot of chop and the boat was all over the place...We caught half a pale of fish and we filleted and cooked them for our tea..Highlight of the week was jumping of the harbour at Mullion...

Bit of scrumping

Yesterday it rained and it rained...So late in the evening I went off on my bike to check out some allotments...When I got there it was empty apart from some guilty looking rabbits and pigeons. The gardens are beautiful definitely an art form.They are swollen with abundance and plenty, and I couldn't help myself from scrumping a couple of fat raspberries...
a nice bit of anarchy...

Oslo opera house

We spent a hot Saturday strolling around Oslo...We went to a gay festival and were both kissed by a young Tranny from Sweden who invited us to a party.
We walked all over the fantastic new Opera building which is clad in marble and is meant to look like Norway's highest peak...

crap superlatives

Hello again
back on my blog after a quick raz around southern Norway...We stopped .off at a beauty spot called Riddar springet.We strolled down a heavily forested valley thick with Lichen and reindeer pellets. And at the bottom was a torrential gorge with the bluest glacial surge of river...At one point it narrows, and is just about steppable...Legend is that a young Knight stole another Knights wife and they escaped by springing over the chasm...

Camberwell Beauty...Sorrig Mantel

Chatting with my pal Eric about nature.I do band his ear a bit, but I think I get away with it.
I asked him if the Camberwell Beauty was common in West Gothland. He has never seen one. I read in England that they migrate from Sweden to East Anglia...
So we got on the net and checked it out...In American, Camberwell Beauty is Morning cloak, which in Swedish is Sorrig Mantell...
I reckon that the Swedes named it in the new world. Then Anglicised the name...

La Traviata

So we are busy ar work, preparing for an event next week...Our project is in a large auditorium, and we are busy adding the last finishing touches to things.
Yesterday evening I had my music playing through some small speakers and we were listening to Verdi...The boss of my department had been busy working in her office upstairs and she came down smiling, asked me to turn it up.It was already to the max. She suggested that we use the state of the art, sound system...
So today we have been listening to La Traviata, quite loud... And I wondered if my Grandfathers would have been happy with the way things were working out. You know, in the way of progress for their descendant. They both had very hard working lives, working as coalminers and at sea...
My camper was buffeted by squalls of wind and rain in the night. It was dead cosy...

Johnny foreigner

We have moved out of the flat and I am in my camper living in the woods. Yesterday I awoke to the smell of smoke. There is a full on heatwave and there had been a forest fire nearby...
Wen I returned last night, the site was packed... All the Swedes headed to the woods for national day. Flags out all over making me feel quite the foreigner...
After a busy day at workI cycled back dropped off my shopping then rode down to the lake and jumped straight in...

Caring community

Yesterday was hectic. We moved out of our appartment into our camper. Many trips up and down the lift, but at midnight we were settled...As I was driving through the town, "a bit gingerly because of the size of our van.".A young woman fell heavily on a crossing. She was immediatley attended by other pedestrians and I stopped, asked if she was ok?..

She looked up and gave me a little thumbs up with her tounge sticking out of the corner of her mouth, a bit sheepish. I was relieved and happy to carry on...

A few months ago my daughter fell exiting a tube train in London. She was a bit bumped and grazed but she was really upset that no one had stopped to offer a hand or a caring word...

People are kind here. When Father Christmas knocks the door on Christmas eve, he enquires. "Are there any kind children in this house?.."

Don't you think our bikes look good together...

Moving experience

It is still toasty warm in Goteburg. At work builders are tearing the roof off for an extension and it is noisy and not as pleasant...
Tonight is our last night in the appartment.Tomorrow we are camping and at the weekend we are back in England, moving into a rental house for a while...This appartment has been nice, the rooms are huge and it is central...We are sad to leave yet excited to return to family and friends...
Last night we met a man by the river, he was a little drunk...He told us exactly how big his flat was in Eriksburg, how much his mortgage costs. Then with shrug and a smirk told me it was nothing to him... We silently watched him board the ferry...
The leaded windows in our block date from Ninteen hundered and six..

Knapdale Beavers

One of the most beautiful regions in Britain is about to be repopulated with a lodge of Norweigan Beaver...Beaver make pools and slow down all the water courses with their dams...

I am going to start looking out for some Musk ox soon...

American achievment

When I looked at these latest Mars images. I felt a tingle of thrill, as I did when Viking landed in the seventies...To think that my species can land so accuratley on a distant rock is amazing...I am proud of the scientists and Technicians from JPL, as proud as I would be if they were Brits...

I love the sense of common endeavor , from the poorest tax payer...to the most genius rocket tragectory analyst...

Good luck to them all...

Sunday mooch

We were up early this morning. After breakfast I took my bike out for a spin along the harbour...Such a sunny day, and the river is getting busy with pleasure craft...Tied up to the middle pier is a tall masted commercial yacht.It is made of wood and it is in perfect order.

The sense of hand crafted functionality for purpose, adds an extra dimension to the asthetic beauty of such vessels...

New Old Labour

This is David Milliband, he is a comprehensive educated Jewish atheist...

Thrushes everywhere

On a very warm Saturday morning I cycled into work...Up through the park, which was donated to the City by an old Scots shipbuilder, James Keiller in ninteen hundered and six...In the park is a cliff where in times of famine, the elderly were thrown from...No pension crisis in those days...
So anyway,, the park was super quiet and there were Thrushes everywhere...I even saw a Blackbird , looking a bit intimidated by them...
So that was lovely, but I did hear that a gay man was murdered there a couple of years ago there... On the way back home there were people throughout the park, all sunning themselves or playing a strange block throwing game...

Chatting at work today about the old Tories getting back in charge again...I really do hope not, but if they do then at least there will be plenty to whinge about...Only for a bit untill that nice young man David Milliband gets in...

lovely bridges

So I am still cycling to work. I bought a new front wheel, after buckling my old one...The route to work is a very nice one...Along the harbour, up and over the tram bridge then left towards Rambergsvalen park...Into low gear, sucking in air up the twisty hill. The birds singing like a choir, among the Cathederal pillar like trees...

Then just a cruise through an affordable housing estate for low incomers. Is very neat and well landscaped and maintained...

The" Bjork trees", Birch trees are in pollen at the moment and it is causing some discomfort...If it rains then the streets run yellow with the dust..

When I come back accross the Bridge in the evening the river looks nice and green. It smells sweet and clean.

Remember Summer 1983 !

So the Rozzers are thinking of going on strike...Ninety percent have voted in favour...!!

If they get too out of hand will the Government have to send the army in to rough them up a bit..Will the Government have to employ some miners from Poland or somewhere to come and help the army..

I am sure that they wouldn't mind a bit of overtime..It always comes in handy does it not.

What with full sick pay, of which fourteen percent of coppers are generally making the most of..And an index linked pension, payed for by you and I. Even when we are retired we will be paying their pensions...I am not at all happy...Are you?? Leave a comment.

Loving Cornwall

In a few weeks, we are travelling down to Cornwall...I have rented a people carrier, as my parents are coming along with us..The cottage is in a little village, snug in a valley with a shingle cove beach.
After days spent swimming and snorkeling, jumping off rocks and fishing, we will have an evening meal, then a wander to the old Inn...have a couple of ales then stroll back to the cottage looking at the stars thick in the sky...
There is a wood burner in the living room, so we will have a bit of a chat, debate and perhaps a bit of a singalong gathered around it...In Cornwall the dry stone walls are all fluffy with Lichen and the landscape is stiff with magic...
When I was a boy, my Dad told me that on midsummer the rabbits peeled off their skins and danced around as pixies in the moonlight...

falling off my bike / blokeshopping

So, it was my turn to get the shopping today and I went to Hemskop...I wasn't really concentrating and I ended up buying...Well, food...But not with any real theme...Mackerel, and Thai soup...Some vine grown tomatoes...Yoghurt...Prawns...I did get loo roll, bread, and milk...
As a result, teatime, I had to cycle to the salad bar near Kungsportsplatsen. The young server was efficient, yet frosty, and she set me ill at ease. I hung the bag over my handlebar and gave a shove. As I cocked my leg over, the peddle snagged on a safety barrier and I fell gracelessly over...Up like a shot, I was desperate to be away...Quick look around , hoping no one was looking...The surly salad girls, obviously, in tears by now. I checked my bike...Bloody chain fell off...Then, I noticed the busy, glass fronted, Thai restaurant, but I chose to believe that nobody saw my incident.

I am Iron man

Me and my boy just watched Iron man..It was an incredible film..Obviously fantastical, but the technological aspects were feasible..He has plasma boots and gloves..We came out of the cinema buzzing...We are going to listen to a bit of Zep on the You tube now....

Bloody freezing

We have just had a Greek meal in Linnegaten..It was the best Greek food that any of us have ever tasted..Unfortunately the weather has turned a little chilly, and we had to sit on the terrace..Everyone snuggled into blankets did not stop the wind whipping all the warmth away..We just galloped back to the flat and are going to watch some teev and slurp some Banrock Station...

Miserable teenager

As a disaffected youth growing up in Coventry, I sometimes found my fellow teenagers irritating and often found myself wandering into my neighbour Clive's garage..

Clive and his family were the first black people on our council estate, and they were exotically different..I used to watch him fixing his old Ford cortina or building up speakers and I would listen to his music..Usually a deep beat Reggae tune spilling out into our close as we talked while he worked..I cannot remember what we talked about, but any reggae beat takes me straight back to the smell of engine oil and the memory of late seventies Coventry..

The popular music at the time was two tone ska but I found it tinny and with little base..I was also two cynical to go with the flow..Which in retrospect would have been the smoother direction to trendiness and girls..

Masters of your Universe

Boris Von Kumquat de Pfeifell Johnson

And associated world dominating numpties at ...an ex Etonian club..Whilst at Oxford..

David Cameron...Second from left...Boris Kumquat...Bottom right

They truly think that they are better than you..

A world of contrasts

While holidaying in Ithaka our favourite beach had an ancient cave..People used to leave offerings to the gods there..To get to the cave you have to walk past the Aussie beach attendants camp..He has a small tent, a table, chair and lamp..He keeps a black sack filled with water in a tree for his evening shower..When the season is over he returns to his Summer job in Melbourne as a beach attendant..He saunters around the beach in his shorts and his blue hat cheerfully enjoying each day..He offers Shiatsu massage, and he flirts with the Greek girls in the Tavern near the road..

In the shelter of the bay was a large motor yacht..Twice a day the owner took a swim, closely followed by a lackey in a speedboat holding a towel..

Bursts of creativity

Cycling home tonight i got thinking deep..
If we suppose that we were created..And if our creator was a "Euphemistic"father..
Then I wonder was he an attentive father, who changed our nappies, read us stories and ran crouching behind us as we learned to cycle..
Or was he a preppie medical student who donated semen for a few hundered quid..
In light of recent disasters, we could bitterly suppose the med student..Yet there are still billions of us left alive and kicking on this amazing little planet..
All any of us need is a bit of love and a sense of purpose..

Having thoughts about racism

When I blog I am spilling my thoughts and feelings, and the anonymity of this blog affords an opportunity to be honest..So when I talked about having racist thoughts yesterday, I was describing my racism, in the context of other viscous and raw emotions like hate,fear, envy and greed..All are a part of the miserable angst ridden animal that lays within all of our Psyches..
Surely it is how a person deals with their weaker emotions that is important..Pretending that they do not exist is dishonest folly

Having racist thoughts

So here in Goteburg there are many recent immigrants..The rule is that if they find work quickly, then their families can join them..If after four years, they are still unemployed..Then the families may join them..It means that any new arrival must quickly learn Swedish..

The Swedes that I have spoken with are a laid back bunch and they are not at all vociferous with their opinions.. Unlike myself, "sorry bout that"..

In the City I have observed young Turkish/ Balkan looking men..Tough looking, behaving machoistically..It stands out fiercely here, where young Swedish men have impeccable manners and are gentle natured with no, territory issues..But.. I get these ugly little racist thoughts..About my territory, and my Country.."New Europe"...

I am a pretty good racist, and I soon get a lid on it..But I do feel a little filthy just the same..

When I was a boy, my Ma made me wear a dodgy leather hat..A black lad called Patrick Jones spat on it..That was the last time I wore it..I was sure it reeked of Bananas..

I must have started early...

Archipeligo

We took the boat to Styrso today. We sat at the very rear of the ferry and we watched the green wake and I wondered if it could be surfed...When we got to the Island we had a coffee..We sat drinking it in a well kept herb garden...

The houses are large and immaculate, and throughout the island the trees where all in blossom..

After a short walk we ended up at a wooden jetty and we all swam.. The sea was fairly warm for the season..Boats everywhere increased my boat envy...

Boris de Pfeffel Johnson and Chum....

I mean ...Come on.... Please...

Vertical strata

Today was another glorious day..I ate my sushi lunch out in the garden with some pals ..The garden has been blasted out of pink granite that is inclined almost vertically..The geology of Sweden is quite different to England..There is very little flat arable land around the city, just rocky outcrops of schist and granite..

After work I cycled down through a lovely park towards Eriksburg..Along past marinas, and offices with people sat outside drinking tinnys and eating pizza with their workmates..While I was eating lunch I noticed a slither of a moon and a Buzzard..