The point, the bit I live for, is the rare moment of satisfaction when a smell or a quality of sadness comes into perfect verbal focus. That’s how my family know the day has gone well: I have a lightness which comes from the absence of panic, the knowledge that, for once, I did what I’m best at doing.
I was much relieved to realise that the first paragraph of
Charlotte Mendelson’s ‘My Writing Day’ entry for the was a wind-up. On the other hand, the final paragraph, quoted above, feels perfectly genuine. Guardian
Model built with Mecabricks and rendered in Blender ( larger version)
A silly LEGO® model I made of the
pre-credits scene from Peter Capaldi’s . I would have liked to have added fog, lighting effects and depth of field but Blender is mind-bendingly complicated and has an extremely steep learning curve. Doctor Who debut
Oh, and the TARDIS should probably have slime on it.
Chris Miles can currently be seen in the middle distance of the little-known Hieronymous Bosch triptych ‘Waiting for the 86 tram’.
My favourite light and appetising pop star is Peter Entrée.
I reckon even George Clooney forgets he was once Batman.
I have reluctantly accepted that I’ve reached a stage in my life in which I no longer know what different iPads there are.
I have, in the course of this evening, been forced — by circumstances beyond my control — to broaden my definition of ‘chocolate’.
My favourite column in ‘Mermaid’s Weekly’ is ‘Mere Mermale’.
‘Sound of Kubaz informant notifying Empire of presence of droids at Mos Eisley’ has become my signature morning fart.
Decided not to run for the train so as to spare its passengers from being in close quarters with a hyperventilating man-shaped blancmange.
It’s muggier out there than the mug showfloor at Muggy Meg ‘Crazy For Mugs’ Muggleton’s Mug Emporium.
Always the bridesmaid, never the brideshousekeeper.
Wanted to cross the road before the green signal but there was a guide dog in training next to me and I didn’t want to give it bad habits.
This oil bath* is going to feel so good. (* water shower)
Just saw a golfer employing the services of a self-propelling buggy. Just removing literally the only strenuous part of golfing there.
I wish I’d remembered, prior to going in for a big cuddle with him, that my dog had earlier today enjoyed a bit of a nosh on some chunder.
It’s almost as though with each release of Internet Explorer the team at Microsoft reads a different 62% of the current CSS specification.
From an earnest business conversation overheard on the 86 tram: “There are many ice-cream tribes in the ice-cream universe.”