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Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Trouble sleeping?

I think there maybe some of these on the roof. They arrive as the sun goes down...and they skitter...and I run out very fast but never see them, Probably just as well.

Pirai Vaca: Koyunbaba

Sunday, 27 November 2011

El camino

Just rummaging through old folders and computers today. Who are all these folk? Where do they come from?

wacom drawings2010.wmv

Friday, 25 November 2011

Thursday, 24 November 2011

That floating thing...

Henry next door doesn't actually believe much in doors so that's how he crashed into the sitting room yesterday clutching the plastic dustbin he had borrowed. I don't know what he wanted it for but it involved a great deal of shovelling rubble in his back garden. Great news he announces! The invisible wife has left him for the Russian and they are going to go and live in the Ukraine. Hooray, he says!
I used to wonder if the invisible wife had buried Henry in their back garden but maybe the roles have been reversed?

Sunday, 20 November 2011


Spirits sink as the high, insistent, familiar, complaining voice of invisible wife whines out from the kitchen window next door and as I return from the rubbish run spirits droop ever downward. Henry is plodding along the road with Rover the alsatian...followed by...invisible wife with new Russian boyfriend. His only sign of nerves being a cigarette cupped in the palm of his hand behind his back...the boyfriend, that is. This is not good. After her several attempts of sending round "ladies of the night" to tempt Henry into something he might not want produced as photographic evidence for impending divorce...she has wheezled (I don't care how you spell it) her way back into his house...which accounts for all the shouting earlier. Oh...and it looks like rain.
Click on pic to enlarge if you have nothing else to do.

Monday, 14 November 2011

Il Giardino Armonico performs Vivaldi's Flute concerto (RV 428)

Knight Lichen

I do not like November. It's too long, too dark and probably tastes like damp canvas. I thought I had been frightfully clever in choosing "Shut Eye Town" as the blog title. It comes from a poem in a book that belonged to my father when he was a child. Wrong.....there are so many shut eye towns out there. I should have googled before I made the banner.
I still don't like November.

Friday, 11 November 2011


Henry has roared off in his hoochmobile. The Reiki Mistress and her husband are back after a week huddled under stormclouds in France. Their cat managed to stay alive despite refusing to eat most of that time. Spring bulbs popping up everywhere. Something about this time of year...if I were a bicycle tire I would be flat.

Full moon, auspicious date, Rememberance Day. My grandfather flew in both World Wars having joined the RFC at eighteen. He was member number 15.

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Lady with tea-cosy

I knew this lady years ago. She was a shepherdess, and used to wear a tea-cosy on her head and amazing silk gowns that a Spanish Ambassador gave her from his travels. Her husband looked after his country abode. Years later, this lady and her husband are now millionaires...due to the national lottery. The Ambassador is no longer in this world.
The two people in the film are nobody at all, I'm just playing in Adobe Illustrator...and now I am off to watch "Doctors" one and only favourite soap. I's SHOCKING.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011


The new music school is up and running. It used to be the old medical centre but has been transformed with gleaming wooden floors...a front door that locks itself automatically so the kids can't actually get in unless they run round the side of the building and rap on the shuttered windows. The doorbell doesn't work and there is only one set of keys for the building which houses two guitar teachers, a percussionist, and two pianists. Nobody will go down to the hardware store to get copies of the keys made because the local council says they are in charge of the building. Red tape makes me see red.

Larva - Spider.wmv

Saturday, 5 November 2011

Small dog big world.

Rain, rain, rain, snails, rain. Got soaked in the rain, music books soaked and turned purple by bag that doesn't like rain. Large sliming snails everywhere, eeerg. The musician below should be world famous.

Capona by Kapsberger - Rob MacKillop Theorbo

Friday, 4 November 2011

Hoppity Skip

The absence of the Invisible Wife is taking a sinister turn. She is still in town as it happens, and in the company of a Russian. Half past seven last night Henry pushes the doorbell and is swaying gently by the gate.
"Please come and remove bad lady from house?" he asks..
Bad lady is seated on Henry's porch surrounded by beer cans and small, old (but stern) man at her side. Henry reverts to his usual warcry of "RAUS HIER" but they remain stubbornly seated.
The bad lady is actually quite large and has a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other.
"Henry is asking you to leave," says Patrick at which point the bad lady explodes..."He stole my tobacco. He stole it!" She's shaking her frothing fist at Henry.
"The thing is," says Patrick. "The thing is...I don't care what you do but the guy who lives in that house over there is probably calling the Police right now because he gets very upset when Henry shouts."
"I see, " the old but stern man says thoughtfully..."In that case we are out of here. Goodbye Henry. Friends still?" He reaches out to shake Henry's hand...
Exit bad lady (still clutching beer can and swearing incoherently) and man. Small, black car takes off up the road. Henry shakes our hands profusely (second time this week).

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Steve Baughman plays Lady Athenry and Planxty Hewlett, by O'Carolan


The skies are about to split asunder so this is brief.
Woke up at five yesterday to an overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke right by my did Patrick. Neither of us smoke anymore. Next door on the left is empty. I know this because I am looking after their cat.
The above is done in "Artrage" which I urge you to buy but only if you have a drawing tablet.