bluntie

being a capriquarian in a world of beautiful bulls.

is bougainvillea. in the sunshine of another latitude. i was stupid to hope it could ever survive in an english garden.

i watched the football, it comes and goes…
photos direct from korea to Bin.
like a war and after the game.

second photo is crack fox by nic a year and a half ago. there do seem to be more foxes in the city than usual this summer.
A typical urban fox has a territory stretching across 80 city gardens, there is one who slumbers under the deck in our garden.
foxy facts…

although, having said there is no wildness in english towns, there is no Kingsland Road in switzerland. It is one of the oldest roads in England and follows the route of the Roman Ermine Street from Bishopsgate in London to Lincoln and York. Kingsland Road is very wild.

either the altitude or the distance cause tearing/tearing
a seat by the wing is surely either safer/less safe from a dying point of view.

1. dawn in australia, skinny dry river snake
2. tiny buildings and tiny bridges in london
3. the Pyrenees on the occasion of my great-grandmother’s 97th birthday

4. and Gerhard Richter just because it’s beautiful and sad too

yesterday i felt like such a crow, today more like a chough, below. oh, the colourway!
the chough is known for its ostentatious flying style and successfully reintroduced to the English countryside. probably wont become extinct.

so symmetrical is the world that here he is once more in my life; the sonic manipulator. direct (gen confirm?) from swanston street to broadway market. the melbourne sun on his foil suit has overcome him and the last five years busking there have paid for his ticket here, ready for a long hot summer in london fields. a tenderly captured  moment, thank you carol.

on new years eve. almost there.

in the line to the club on friday night. i tried to leave early, suddenly in pain from sounds of broken photocopiers, loud toasters and other wonkey kitchen equipment, but there was a crime scene blocking the exit. i really want to find out if he survived, but sickeningly realise there is no outlet for this sort of news. i can type ‘whitechapel stabbing 14th august’ into google as much as i like but all i get are gig reviews of stabbing basslines. twitter has a little more to say:
Missed the stabbing at Rhythm Factory. Did get locked in a bus whilst comatose though. Yay, it’s the weekend!
and
apparently someone got kicked to death and they shut it down
but twitter doesn’t give answers (?)
what would be front page examiner (launceston, population 100,000) and somewhere in the age (melbourne, pop. 3.9m) becomes invisible in london (9m).  obviously there are only so many (paper or online) pages in a newspaper no matter what the readership. so; i have questions about whether there is an ideal or maximum size for a city, and what it is, and whether local news has been completely owned by the councils who um own it.