29.3.10

Let me soften you up with a little music

Saturday night there was case of severe traffic agression in Antwerp. Two vehicles simultaneously entered a street, but could not cross each other because the passage was too narrow. Neither driver wanted to reverse. Eventually they both got out of their cars.

One of the two, a 45-year-old man, wanted to attack the other with a banjo which he had taken from his trunk. The other, a 22-year-old, evaded the stringed instrument and threw a couple of punches.
The police have confiscated the banjo.

Well, they do say music softens you up, but one of these guys took it a little too seriously.

27.3.10

It's Caturday


So this guy who thinks very highly of himself was on the radio this morning. He's called Oscar van den Boogaard. Never heard of him before, he's some kind of writer. He was going on about how he was probably still some kind of a catholic, but didn't actually attend church because he thought he didn't need all the magic surrounding religion. And there actually was no need for priests or the church either.

Doens't that make him -er- a protestant?

Oh, and what is all this about (from his personal website): "Oscar van den Boogaard lives in Berlin, Antwerp and Brussels." Is he involved in some kind of time sharing scheme?
What kind of pompous ass puts on his website he lives in three cities simultaneously?
And two of which are only 40 kilometers apart?

25.3.10

Helper dog is not amused

In my evening class there's a woman with a helper dog. It's a sweet doggy, but a bit mischievous at best. I thought they're not supposed to react to someone offering them something to eat, or lunge forward if you're nibbling at something.
And that's exactly what this four legged friend did. The blind lady was standing around drinking coffee with us during the break and I had brought a chocolate cookie with me. I always have a little snack to keep my brain going.
The dog started pulling away from her, wagging its tail and drooling while putting on its most beggarly mutt face. The dog's owner didn't know what was going on. So I had to explain to her I was eating a cookie. And then had to turn away so the dog couldn't see me anymore.

During the second half of the lesson, the dog wandered about a bit, then went and had a little sleep under our professor's desk. About half way we suddenly heard the most enormous moan. To everyone's amusement, it was the dog letting the teacher know to get on with his riveting explanation.

24.3.10

Take a closer look


(click to enlarge)

There wasn't much on during the second World War. Britain suspended its broadcasts the day it declared war on Germany. The US and Germany used their programming for wounded soldiers in hospitals and the odd football game. So not too much riveting entertainment bar the propaganda reaching Aldebaran in a few odd lightyears.

13.3.10

Being wheeled out

This story is just so full of fail.

Here's the gist:
-man in wheelchair tries to rob night shop at knife point (is that even possible? Does the shop have wheelchair access? Can the man even see you sitting there from behind the counter?)
-shop attendant not impressed and pushes guy in wheelchair out the door (He could also just have slashed the tires...)
-wannabe robber pulls out some mace, sprays, but the wind prohibits mace from hitting shop attendant (Doh!)
-police drive by
-wannabe robber claims he just unarmed the robber (That must be the lamest excuse ever someone in a wheelchair comes up with on the spot)

12.3.10

Van Meegeren’s Fake Vermeers

This summer I'll be in Rotterdam visiting the exhibition on Van Meegeren's forgeries. This is a truely fascination one, not to be missed. Musea tend to stow away their fakes once they are unmasked. The works are condemned to a life in the museum depot, some art experts cannot live with the shame the art has brought upon their reputation and that of the museum.

We wouldn't be fooled anymore by the ghostly, sickly looking figures Van Meegeren painted. But I always take Van Meegeren as a good example and a warning for my own budding research.
- Always take a sceptical stance on everything. Never take anything for granted!
- Even people who are experts in the field make mistakes (in this case one worth 540,00 guilders)
- Science does not provide a 100% conclusive answer (but it sure helps).
Paul Coremans summed it up rather nicely.

From the exhibition press release:
The exhibition ‘Van Meegeren’s Fake Vermeers’ includes approximately ten forgeries by Han van Meegeren (1889-1947). Most are in the style of Johannes Vermeer, but the works also include forgeries of Frans Hals, Pieter de Hooch and Gerard ter Borch. Van Meegeren’s life as a forger is further illuminated through a documentary film and objects from his studio.

A masterpiece
In 1937 the director of Museum Boymans, Dirk Hannema, purchased ‘The Supper at Emmaus’ for 540,000 guilders. There was great interest in the painting, which most experts believed to be an early masterpiece by Vermeer. The Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam even offered Vermeer’s ‘The Love Letter’ in exchange for the painting, but Hannema rejected the offer. Museum Boymans exhibited the work as one of the highlights of its collection and art experts praised the work’s high quality.

Exposure
At the end of the Second World War a painting from the Netherlands was found in the collection of the Nazi minister, Hermann Göring. The painting was traced back to Han van Meegeren, who was immediately arrested on suspicion of collaboration. Van Meegeren admitted to having sold the work, but also claimed to have made the painting himself. He had sold Göring a forgery. Van Meegeren’s confession became worldwide news and he was hailed as a hero as ‘the man who swindled Göring’. Meanwhile the art world was thrown into disarray. Van Meegeren demonstrated his forgery techniques to an expert panel and during his trial his forgeries were hung in the courtroom, as can be seen in the documentary film included in the exhibition.

Reassessment
Van Meegeren’s technique remains exceptional. For his masterpiece ‘The Supper at Emmaus’, Van Meegeren used a genuine seventeenth-century canvas and historical pigments. He bound the pigments with bakelite, which hardened when heated to produce a surface very similar to that of a seventeenth-century painting. This technique, combined with Van Meegeren’s choice of subject matter and composition, was an important factor in convincing so many people of the authenticity of his works. Van Meegeren created the missing link between Vermeer’s early and late works. The exhibition at Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen sheds new light on Van Meegeren’s technique, resulting from new technical research undertaken by the Rijksmuseum.

Again, as I have done earlier, I suggest reading Edward Dolnick's The Forger's Spell: A True Story of Vermeer, Nazis, and the Greatest Art Hoax of the Twentieth Century and the 1949 book Van Meegeren's faked Vermeers and De Hooghs written by Paul Coremans, who was involved in Van Meegeren's trial and gave evidence as an expert witness. I still haven't been able to pick up Jonathan Lopez' The Man Who Made Vermeers: Unvarnishing the Legend of Master Forger Han van Meegeren. I hope it will be on sale in the bookshop at the exhibition.

10.3.10

Hairdresser on fire

Every time Mrs B goes somewhere it is an event an sich.
Yesterday I went to the hairdresser. The two girls and Kurt, the obligatory gay employee, were very cheery as usual. Fluttering about and dispensing their usual small talk.
Then two guys came into the shop from the gas company. Apparantly they'd had trouble with the gas supply and this was the morning they'd be working on the mains.
I got a little worried there about there not being any warm water left to rinse my hair. But Kurt re-assured me they'd already been boiling water just in case.
The guys disappeared into the cellar and we started smelling gas.
We (three customers and ditto hairdressers) got a little worried. So Kurt opened up the door to the little patio. Then we all started joking about what would happen if there'd be an explosion.

'I hope you're wearing clean underware' Kurt said to his customer.
Reply: 'Is it too early to have a white wine? It could be my last!'
Roaring laughter all round (mind you, it was nine thirty in the morning).
Then the joking turned to the funeral arrangements.
One of the girls is from Turkey and the other is an Armenian. Kurt: 'You know, we've got to have one of those inter religious ceremonies'.
Hilal: 'I don't care, as long as all the bits they recover of me are burried facing east'. More snorting and giggles.
Kurt's dog Miel edged a little closer to me to so I could stroke its ears. It looked at me as if it said: 'I don't wanna go yet'.

8.3.10

How to spoil someone's picture at Oscar Night

I love watching the movie stars dress up in their frocks and glamour gowns. I also keep a look out for the non-celebs queuing in the back, waiting to get in. They're kinda on the red carpet, but not part of the floor show.
It seems some aren't that familiar with the expression 'the camera never lies'. Here are some gems from last night:

"Are we in the frame? Are we? Can you see us? Oh, hi Kate."









Having some weird and fat people in the background always offsets the star. Someone should have a word with that woman's personal shopper:
















Mrs Vitriol is looking a tad envious:











I wonder what they're all thinking, but it's not happy thoughts:











I know what he's thinking, and it's happy thoughts:












We're overdoing that afro a bit here:
















Of all places, the Red Carpet is definitely not the best place to pick a fight with your husband:

27.2.10

Windcast

I've never seen it turn that colour before. That's a whole lot of wind predicted for tomorrow. One of my fellow millers already called if I'd parked the mill in the south westerly direction last Sunday.
I must remember to tie the Mini down before it gets blown into Mr Moleslayers garden.
And leave Mouser sleeping indoors. We can huddle together on the sofa in the afternoon watching the storm roar past.

26.2.10

Ditch Bobsled team

"If it's too fast, go home. Go and get married and have some children."
That's what Dutch bobsleigh coach Tom de la Hunty said about a female bobber. And that is probably what one of his pilots will be doing. The Dutch team won't be making any runs this Winter Olympics.

That reminds me of a joke.
'What do you call 4 chickens in a bob?'
- Dutch

25.2.10

Don't eat the yellow snow

I was checking out the Kinepolis site to see if they are going to screen Alice in Wonderland. The rest of the movie theatres aren't. Kinepolis had yet to comment if they are boycotting too, and a quick glance at the site tells us the release is still planned for the 10th of March.
But another glance at the top where the ad banners are made my day. P magazine is having some kind of winter extravaganza. The ad monkeys really failed on this one.
It says in big red letters: 'P on snow'.

23.2.10

Go girls!

I won't be staying up to see their runs, due to the impossible hours over here (4 am on Wednesday morning). They've been down the track about 20 times before, hope they have some good runs. If any locals are going down to The Whistler Sliding Centre, here's some advice if you want to stand out from the crowd: Buy some Belgian flags to wave about and cheer our bobsleigh girls on in Vancouver!

15.2.10

Flying Spaghetti Monster apparition in Belgium


His Noodlyness appeared in front of our garage around 2 pm yesterday afternoon.
Truely this apparition is even more proof that there is a steady decline in pirates due to global warming.
We are the chosen ones.
Ramen.

14.2.10

Ad malfunction

I somehow ended up on the showbizz pages of the Daily Mail and looking at some old news (click to enlarge). It was about the dresses the stars were wearing to the British Independant Film Awards. Apparantly Eva Green had some trouble with her dress.
The ad in the side bar made me giggle. It's one of those 'lose weight fast' kinda things with a .gif of a slinking figure in a bikini. The bottom line of the ad read "1 kilo de ventre disparu par semaine grâce à un vieux truc bizarre". With a huge blue arrow point towards Eva Green.
Not very nice of them to call her "something old & weird".

13.2.10

Belgian Runnings

I would like you all to root for the very first Belgian Bobsled team! They've only been doing this for just under three years.
It's a bit like Cool Runnings.
But without John Candy.
And with white women.

And of course a big cheer for all our other 6 athletes in Vancouver!

9.2.10

Happy 90210!

Yes, I admit it. I did watch the first three series.
Bizarre to see how very eighties those early nineties outfits really looked.
Look at those trainer flap things sticking out from under those high waist bleached jeans!

*Mrs B hides all photos of her early teen years

8.2.10

Tending toward rest

My apologies for the light posting.
I was winding down after my exam period. Just got the results in today. My grades are even better than expected.
Double plus good! Quite chuffed with myself as usual.
On top of that I have a case of very bad tendonitus in the elbows. -s. Yes. That's right. Both of them. And I haven't been near a tennis racket since last summer.
The only thing tennis related I've been doing was watching Henin and Clijsters during the Australian Open.
It looks like I may have been doing a little bit too much of weight pulling at the gym. Bleh.
So typing is very painful at the moment. I've been saving all I have for my classes which started again today.

7.2.10

Great Spotted Foodpecker

An unexpected visitor in the garden. Not the most likely candidate to spot when hanging out food for the birds after snowfall.
Dendrocopos major, a female, enjoys a little peck. It is by far the biggest bird able to eat from the balls. Usually nothing bigger than Parus caeruleus, Passer domesticus, Erithacus rubecula or Parus major come and have a little nibble.
This female Great Spotted Woodpecker has been stalking the garden for a couple of weeks now and two days ago when Dr Livingstone and I were in the kitchen we saw two of them in Mr Moleslayer's walnut tree. They were too quick and nimble for me to discern if it was one of each sex.
I can hear them making those drumming sounds in the woods.

25.1.10

Not while running

I decided to get one of those digital voice recorders. A fellow student recorded a lecture and it was pretty good listening to that again right on the eve of my exam. Amazing how much you actually miss out on while taking notes.
Dr Livingstone ordered a cheap one (a steal at only 25€!) and it arrived this morning.
Because I always RTFM before using something I decided this was the best way forward in this case too.
So I cracked the box open. No paper manual. There was however an 80 mm disc in there. Stupid PC junk.
So Dr Livingstone resurrected some ancient Toshiba, copied the pfd for me and I started reading.

I scrolled down for the Dutch version. Me oh my.
It started out with a warning: 'Verwijder de batterij niet wanneer u aan het rennen bent.'
Loosly translated as: 'Do not remove the battery while you are running'

Here's what went on in my mind:

1) Bollocks. Bloody dyslexia. Let's read that again shall we?
2) Hey! Why would I be running with my voice recorder?
3) Let's back up a little more. Why would I be changing the batteries while running? In case I would like to record my own panting? In case I would transform into a journalist trying to catch a sound bite? And I hate running. I thought this thing was battery operated, not motion controlled.
4) Wait a second. There must be something wrong with the translation. Let's have a look at another language.
5) Right. Scroll down to Italian.
6) 'Durante l'esecuzione non estrarre la batteria'
7) That can't be right either. Why would I want to have a voice recorder with me at an execution?
8) Wait. Lolwut?
9) Let's try the English version.
10) Pom pom pom po pom. No, that's Magyar. Must be further down.
11) Ah. Here we are: 'While in use, don't remove the battery'.
12) Oh I see. Just a sidesplittingly funny translation.

There's a fresh lecture on tomorrow, I'll be able to test it and hear the quality. Hope it is better than the translation.

24.1.10

Only one possible answer

Are you...?

(only one possible answer)

0 Male
0 Female



Or should we have made a button for the doubdting Thomases?

0 Not Sure



(Taken from one of the online surveys I regularly fill out)

20.1.10

Happy Birthday Buzz!


A very happy birthday to Buzz Aldrin!
One of my favourite astronauts & advocator of science of all time.
And my personal hero for socking Bart Sibrel in the face!
Mr Aldrin: many many years to you and may you live to see the day man will walk on the moon (and Mars) again!

18.1.10

Exams

My lack of posting is due to those little things called exams. Only two more to go!
All went well up to now. Wednesday is a big one, I'll be taking an exam on the Art of the Renaissance. Which naturally includes Italian Art, but also the rest of Europe for a period spanning roughly 300 years and covering every discipline from Architecture to Statues to Paintings. I feel like a couple of Encyclopedia Britannicas.
I'm going to the gym now to let off some steam. And after lunch it's back to the books!

7.1.10

Borderline weather

In a kind of follow-up post to yesterday, I have hard hitting evidence even the weather does not cross the Flemish/Walloon border. Check out the cloud formation on the radar image from last night around twenty past nine. It's a severe case of borderline weather!

6.1.10

Zele is the new Brussels

So the director of Flanders Tourism in New York was reprimanded for omitting the Walloon part of Belgium on some kind of invitation. Instead it just said 'France'.
I don't understand what all the hubub is about. Americans know where France, Germany and Dutchistan are, but they've never heard of 'La Wallonie'.

They should have made trouble about the fact that Brussels was drawn in at the wrong point.
Brussels is now, so it seems, smack down right in the middle of Zele.
You won't have heard of it. Its only claim to fame is that a guy was born there who once was a goalie for the national football team. And then was shamed throughout the country (in the Northern part as well as the Southern part) when he was sent off the field during the Belgium - Turkey match with a red card because of a very clumsy move involving the bringing down of Arif. And all their substitute moves had been used up, so a regular footballer had to put on the goalie shirt. They lost by 2-0.

Anyway. Let me tell you about being struck off the map. If I want to see le météo for the Southern Part of Belgium on the site of RTL I get this message: 'Cette vidéo est malheureusement pas accessible pour votre territoire'.
So it just boils down to living on the wrong side of the rivers now does it? Fine. If you want your cake I'll make damn sure you'll bloody well eat it too.
I hope they get flooded or struck by locust plagues or something.

Hmm. Maybe that's too Jewish.

3.1.10

Blasphemy is an epithet bestowed by superstition upon common sense

“Blasphemy is an epithet bestowed by superstition upon common sense”
Robert Green Ingersoll (American Statesman and Orator, noted for his broad range of culture and his defense of atheism. 1833-1899)

Ireland has adopted an anachronistic blasphemy law, as part of the revision of the Defamation Act. From 1 January 2010, the new Irish blasphemy law becomes operational and the Irish Atheists have started a campaign to have it repealed.

Blasphemy is now a crime punishable by a €25,000 fine.
The new law defines blasphemy as publishing or uttering matter that is grossly abusive or insulting in relation to matters held sacred by any religion, thereby intentionally causing outrage among a substantial number of adherents of that religion, with some defences permitted.

This new law is both silly and dangerous. It is silly because medieval religious laws have no place in a modern secular republic, where the criminal law should protect people and not ideas. And it is dangerous because it incentives religious outrage.

Everyone has a right to be treated justly, and a responsibility to treat other people justly. Blasphemy laws are unjust: they silence people in order to protect ideas. In a civilised society, people have a right to to express and to hear ideas about religion even if other people find those ideas to be outrageous.

And one of the most crucial points is this: Because atheism is not a religion, the Irish blasphemy law does not protect atheists from abusive and insulting statements about their fundamental beliefs. While atheists are not seeking such protection they do want to point out that it is discriminatory that this law does not hold all citizens equal.


I hope the Irish blasphemy law will be repealed as soon as possible for a rational, ethical, secular Ireland.

So before I set foot in lovely Ireland again, I must repeat the words by Matthias, son of Deuteronomy of Gath:
"Look, I had a lovely supper, and all I said to my wife was that piece of halibut was good enough for Jehovah.”


More information on the Irish blasphemy law and why it should be repealed: blasphemie.ie.
Also check out the list of 25 blasphemous quotes.

2.1.10

Bone-weary Turkish plea for return of Santa's bones

Turkey has seen the success its neighbouring countries Greece and Egypte have had in reclaiming their cultural heritage over the past years.
Turkish minister of Culture, Ertugrul Günay, seems to have become an adept follower of Zahi Hawass.
It looks like he wants to muscle his way in on the international stage by making equally challenging claims to robbed artefacts.

A puff piece appeared in the Turkish newspaper Milliyet stating that there are plans to build a Lycian Civilization Museum in Demre, displaying numerous artefacts of important historical persons, events and documents from Lycian history.
Demre, better known to us as Myra, was once the capital of Byzantine Lycia.
Not sure if there will be a focus on a specific part of history, although it seems they will just be using the term Lycian as a geographical denomer.
Apparently the museum is to be 'built' in Demre.
(I have put the word between brackets because the piece says a Roman ruin is to be re-used.) A thousand square metres to be recycled. 'The building is already there, it only needs a roof' it says.
Well, that's allright then...

Although everything is still on the drawing board, one thing is certain, once completed they will ask for the remains of the bishop of Myra, Sint Nicolas who lived there. Apparently it is not even a case of 'if' but 'when'.

Nothing like jumping the gun and making some spectacular announcements even before the whole concept of the museum is yet to be determined!

It sounds like Turkey is turning to the Elgin marbles and Cairo museum plot. They are circumnavigating the argument of countries claiming Turkey does not have the sufficient facilities to put artefacts on display.

I see some problems with this, although I am not an expert.
- Do human remains actually fall under the cultural heritage act?
- The body and person is being venerated up to this day, by no less than three (four?) sets of religious groups, it has not really lost its religious function to be displayed in a museum. My guess is the bishop of Bari is already on the phone with the legal people in the Vatican.

A side splittingly funny piece was written on the history of this bones extravaganza a couple of years ago by Dr Clive Gillis, who reports on 'The errors of Rome'. The bone repatriation is not a really new issue. But asking for them again under the guise of a museum is a new angle.

From Dr Clive Gillis' piece written in in December 2006:

"The Turks have a good case for return of the relics. The original raid was chronicled in enormous detail and the manuscript survives. The voices of the local monks absolutely refusing to surrender the bones still cry out from the parchment indicting Rome. The haughty reply of the crusading raiders condemns her still. [...]

Worse, when Vatican II demoted 90 saints as rank embarrassments in a modern world St Nicholas was amongst them, but with the proviso that devotion was allowable as a matter of personal choice. This is not how the Greeks, Serbs and Russians see it. St Nicholas is mainstream for them.

Now Benedict is trumpeting the cult as a bargaining chip for a take over of the Eastern Orthodox. Islamic Turkey he believes is not worthy to have the bones, but if the Orthodox agreed to reunion they would get some sort of possession of them.

But Bari would never agree to return the relics. These are the bones that work the ongoing tourism miracle.

Early in 2003, the bones dispute became public. A Turkish foundation dedicated to Santa Claus asked the Italian government to “retrieve the relics of St. Nicholas ... and return them to his native Turkey”. Muammer Karabalut, the foundation chairman, told the Associated Press, “We want them returned in 2003. We’re starting a campaign this year for them to be given back”. For the Turks this is possession by Antichrist.

But the priests of San Nicola in Bari were equally scathing. Besides rejecting any Turkish claim to the bones out of hand, Father Gerardo Cioffari, historian at the basilica, impugned Turkish motives. “They ask for the remains only to keep tourism alive ... They don’t venerate St. Nicholas”. He pointed out that the bones are now secured in blocks of reinforced concrete (which is actually intended to precipitate the “manna”). Cioffari said that local popular piety would prevent any such return of the relics. “If the remains were moved there would be a revolution here ... Even the Vatican couldn’t do anything about it.”



I don't think a secular Turkey would actually like the fact that a museum will be built with state money and then discover they'd be sponsoring a Christian pilgrimage site.

The renewed plea for the return of the bones is just a way of trying to rally some interest in the museum plans, or it might be yet another form of going head to head. I cannot really deem it a serious request in light of a museum context.
It looks like the original plan, to return the bones to the tomb in the St Nicholas church, has now been swept aside altogether.
Keeping tourism alive and well in Myra is one thing. Using the museum as an excuse is quite another.

But some bones will not really do the trick. As Dr Gillis, the pope bashing protestant concludes:
"After all, like the endless supply of wood from the true cross, there are usually sufficient bits of any relic to go round."

Demre has much redeeming features and rich architecture to prove it. The rock tombs and the amphitheatre just to name a few.

They do not really need bones.

26.12.09

Caturday spirit


The cheers are over, the bunting is down, the mad hysteria is at an end. For another year, anyhow.
Luckily we don't partake in any of these Christmas things. Alas half of the modern world does and there is no escaping it.
Even the Turkish guy in the kebab shop wished us a happy Christmas. Nice try, but it doesn't work for the likes of secular humanists.
I'd rather call it Caturday. 'Have a nice Caturday' would actually sound nicer. And I'd even politely reply: 'Why thank you good Sir, and a very merry Caturday to you and your family'.
Shops and staff are eager to close and scarper off the day before Sandy Claws comes along. I was bundled out of the library on Thursday ten minutes before closing time. One of the librarians standing next to the door to unfasten the heavy iron door securing the valuable collection of manuscripts of the university was incessantly jingling the bunch of keys like a prison warden. They should put up a sign: 'We're closed 10 minutes before closing time'. They've got signs for everything else. I'm sure one more won't do any harm.

23.12.09

Batman & Robin' the garden

Those silly birds. I put out some bread for them but it's been laying there for two days now.
This morning: Success! The two pheasants had a little nibble. I'd only seen one of them about the previous week, I thought the other one had been shot. Game hunters were pretty active the weekend before last.
And a little red robin has been fluttering round the house. Much to the enjoyment of Mouser, who's at the window all hours of the day. Its bird watching activities interrupted with thought-exercises: Not really being able to decide whether to stay indoors or go out.
It usually boils down to the former.
Mouser's been drinking a lot of water lately, methinkst it is because Dr Livingstone has been throwing salt everywhere to keep the stairs from being icy and snow free. Every time Kitteh returns from The Cold Outdoors it licks its paws. I think cat could have raised blood pressure. It certainly is thirsty.

20.12.09

18.12.09

Portable oven wants you!

Today I received one of the most hilarious emails I've had in a while. The resourcefulness of some spammers really is sidesplittingly funny. Here's a small excerpt:

If you have any old portable wood burning oven and in case you don't use it anymore, we will be very grateful to you if you can donate it to us and organize transport of this oven to our home.
We are located in central part of Russia, 180km from Moscow.

17.12.09

The groupie awakens


Dr Livingstone surprised me with yet another swell present this morning. He got me an OMD t-shirt and had it signed by the band! Andy McCluskey, Paul Humphreys, Mal Holmes and Martin Cooper all decorated it with sharpies.
I can never wash it now!

15.12.09

Praeterita

Dr Livingstone has finally returned from the touring jungle. He brought me some prezzies! I'm looking formward to leafing through Praeterita, John Ruskin's autobiography. It was wrapped in super lovely wrapping paper covered in old 17th and 18th century books form the Bodleian.

12.12.09

Enjoying a pheasant stroll

These Ring-Necked pheasants have been strutting around the garden as of late. The hunters have driven them out of the woods and they're seeking shelter here. Every day around the same time they walk the same stretch and then slip next door for their morning stroll. Their feathers are absolutely gorgeous.

9.12.09

Feline Philistine

I'm studying Italian Renaissance sculpture at the moment. Mouser isn't being very helpful. Kitteh just stood on Andrea del Verrocchio's ensemble of John the Baptist and Thomas and two of Ghiberti's Old Testament scenes from the Baptistry doors in Florence.

Now there's a feline philistine if I've ever seen one.