"What can Conrad mean this time?" I hear you quibble. Also, "It's surely too early to have been at the cooking sherry?"
"Black" is the answer - Bible black, Captain Black and Jack Black.
Actually be careful if you Google "Bible Black", as this brings up a Japanese Hentai which is most definitely NOT S.F.W. Instead try "Starless and Bible Black".
I did think this would be a quick and easy Intro, but now find I've got to explicate myself, as what I think makes sense to me, but not - obviously! - to anyone else.
"Starless and bible-black" - a line from that Welsh poet extraordinaire Dylan Thomas, who is probably one of the only people who could get away with being called Dylan* and still be cool with it. From "Under Milk Wood".
Dylan. Telling it like it is |
Note the sunken eyes and stubble. Clearly this guy plays too many computer games! |
More messianic than Mysteron, one feels. |
Oh, he's also in films and things.
Jack and Kyle. Superglue accident, apparently. |
On with the notley!
A Short Photo-essay About Life At The Mansion
Now are indeed torrid times at the Mansion, as the sun and rain combined mean the minefields need extremely careful pruning - that grass insists on growing. Also, the barbed wire gets hidden under new growth, meaning that Postie occasionally finds himself trapped in the midst of triple dannert wire. Stop whining, Postie - it's not like it's electrified!
Anyway. I took the photos so you are most certainly going to have to look at them.
Cake
Orange and Almond and Yoghurt - Loaf |
Monster! I had to get a picture of this, as Wonder Wifey chuckled with both alarm and delight when she realised what serendipity had created:
Monster above, skull below |
Conrad The Comfy Cushion - and here you see one of the major functions of your humble scribe when Wonder Wifey and/or Degsy are not around -
Of course Edna can only adopt this position if Conrad is not scribbling away on an A4 pad with a book in the other hand, and she has been cheeky enough on occasion to head-butt these offending articles, indicating that she wants to climb aboard.
The Silent Sentry - a choice position for keeping an eye on both bus and private motor vehicle traffic.
Edna Wunderhund, wundering |
My New Best Friend Forever - I believe the principle here is "Random Reinforcement Ratio" as Edna hangs around the Upstairs Lair to see if there are any interesting morsels on the floor, about to be on the floor or up on high that she can just reach with a bit of a stretch.
Edna, working the "See me the soulful underfed puppy" look |
The reason there is a pen shortage in the UK |
The Horror Of Pineapple If you read the blog on a regular basis, you will realise that Conrad hates, HATES, HATES Pineapple above all other things in this world
A picture of poison |
Blimey, that's us at nearly 1000 words. I've already been busy typing away at my "Eden Underwood" story; thanks to rehearsing this in my head for the past few days I dashed off 1200 words with no trouble, and add to this total the 800-odd from earlier this afternoon - Conrad = Highly Productive.
The quality is another matter, I admit ...
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"Hey, man! I kinda object to that." |
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