Category Archives: About artists.

Inarticulacy.

Inarticulacy, or as I like to think of it, inarticularcy, is its own thingummy jig. If you arse around with the words, which slip, fugitive from your whatsit, (holding with the hands and fingers, begins with rasp) the results are … Continue reading

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Competency.

Have you ever woken up, knowing what was wrong?  Or right? I don’t mean in the normal excessively late middle age things of having a sense of which bits have dropped off in the night, assuming, that is, that you’ve … Continue reading

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God Save the Queen.

In 1969 I had a mini that was advertised as being able to turn on a sixpence.  It was in need of a paint job, a Union Jack was mooted but never arrived and eventually you could inspect the engine … Continue reading

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Learning and that

This is the second time I have written the introduction to this post, because I have lost it somewhere in the computer, which rather proves my point.  I can see a draft of it, written in strange symbols but have … Continue reading

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Vegan patches

I am attempting to distract myself with work. The OH announced he has booked a holiday without me in September, so I am keeping busy with work and trying to forget that it is at least eleven years since I … Continue reading

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Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of thingummyjig.

I do not have problems with sleep.  I get into bed and close my eyes.  End of. However. I bought us new pillows from QVC.  I did this for several reasons.  They (assorted) tell you you should not have the … Continue reading

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Clearing out the garage.

I have reached one of those miserable phases after a bereavement when doing anything much has little appeal.  I can’t even get myself together sufficiently to send a sympathy card.  I did speak at length to family members last week … Continue reading

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Dangerous days out for the elderly.

On Friday it was my birthday.  I was old. Nevertheless it was decided that we would venture from the building, go somewhere else and return in celebration.  A little bottle of something fizzy was put in the fridge in case … Continue reading

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Back in the groove.

Here I am, it’s Sunday morning, I mostly comprehend the new laptop and Windows 11, which I think I’ve got, of which more later, and it’s time to fire up the old tripewriter and catch up with you.  How have … Continue reading

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Back

Hello, I’m back. The new computer is up and running.  By my reckoning they last about 9 years round here before they fall over groaning under the weight of undeleted late night window shopping expeditions, so, with a bit of … Continue reading

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