Thank god that I never went to school to be flogged into following the ways of a fool, and on this occasion took myself miserably down to Peckham Rye where I am fairly certain I found something.
In the late 1700s the young W. Blake took a long stroll from Soho to the Rye, where he saw an angel in a tree. I have the utmost time for all of Blakes outputs, the polymath poet and alturistic engraver was indeed touched and should be belived, what is placatingly dispelled though, ss that that tree ( which of course in paradoxical grey-green damp reality of county council orthodoxies could never have existed ) is no longer there
Au bloody Contraire, I boldly go. This has got to be it. I just reckon so, you know? Look at all the faces, look at its neo gothic natural curves..its like a church, and whatever aesthetic representation of Christian notions appeals or applies across history (I'm no history of architecture knowledge fountain, or indeed drip) don't you kind of think that it is elemntally there, the same shapes that appear across life forms from the macrocosmic to the miniscules, patterns and shapes and arches and curves, are always there, appearing again and again, forever and ever, amen.
In other news the incorrigible truller H. Hood has been doing some cash-reward spying / working at the Olympics, which may prove to be a vital insight in the coming cock-ups surely ahead.
"We went to an Olympic Enablers opening event which was huge, and a loud recorded voice said 'HELLO GAMES MAKERS'. Eddy Izzard was compering, him and Sebastian Coe were arseing about, throwing around free chocolate bars and burgers.. I don't know what they think they're promoting."
I'll tell you Hood. The proud sponsors of the unlimpics are Macdonalds and Cadbury's (/ Kraft). Put that in your cheese and slice it.
I never really found Eddy Izzard all that funny, this is problaby the funniest thing he's done, harking back to a few posts ago where I mentioned satire being unnessicary, Satire is Undead. Why get Spitting Image back when the news is cheaper to produce and it doesn't gross out the children so much? On the Olympics, this is all I have to say, which I already said ages ago. Do you know this postcard was part of a pitch that got personally rejected by non other than the keyboardist from HEAVEN 17? UH HUH!
On the subject of Seb Coe, some friendly men in Westminster said it for us, viewable from 2.47 onwards, briefly: