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I swear by herbal teas…. yes, I ******* hate them

Well I don’t actually hate them but I hate what they do to people . . . don’t get me wrong… I don’t mean the beneficial effect of detoxification and purification, it’s just that on simply uttering the words ‘herbal tea’  people take on a smug self-satisfied look – holier than thou and certainly purer than thou. I’m sure that along with many men, I feel this especially when my body (which is, of course, a temple) is actually craving industrial quantities of  Wainwright’s Old Reductable or some such beer brewed to a traditional recipe guaranteed to dissolve your liver whilst making you feel wonderful, without creating the gently glowing halo which the very presence of herbal tea seems to generate. Also listen to the saintly way in which people say the phrase: semi-whispered in a ‘meek’ but certainly ‘inheriting the earth’ sort of way.

Incidentally I can’t remember ever hearing a male ordering a camomile tea . . .well, except here in our village . . . . but that’s simply because ‘una camomila’ is a euphemism for a glass of white wine . . .

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Blue and comfortable

Yes more shoes: these are Lesley’s Dr Scholl’s sandals.

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Lesley’s pink trainers . . .

Another piece from the Moleskine Exchange: so you may well have seen the Brian Eno quote before, and you will certainly have witnessed Archie’s appearance. However the collective noun and the trainer are new!!!

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Keys, grandparents and clocks

I re-found this key, and decided to draw it and it brought back memories of my Mum’s parents. Again this is part of the Moleskine Exchange.

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Yard-o-Led nostalgia