Perdita

In autumn I see you

Stumbling at sight's edge;

Tiny one, mud-pie dirty.

Scuffed shoes.

Gritblack nails.

Faceless.

I turn and you vanish - 

A leafy shadow, 

A grainy dapple

That reminds me that, 

Although you died within,

You comfort me with your presence.

Haritini

., originally uploaded by corvidophile.

As self portraits go, not bad at all, girl.

It's more than a bit Man Ray.

Tethered

Tethered, originally uploaded by sp3ccylad.

Some people might view this rather odd image, snapped on the roof of Britannia Buildings in Huddersfield, as a metaphor. Not me.

Oooh, no.

The New Boris

Here's a turnup for the books. Boris can say what he bloody well likes for years, and the moment one of his advisers says the sort of thing he used to do, he's out.

This is just a bit weird for me. Guess he won't be saying "piccaninnies" any time soon.

Tile

Tile
Originally uploaded by sp3ccylad

This is why I take cameras into pub toilets.

Honest, your honour.

Lousy story, great soundbite.

BBC NEWS | World | Asia-Pacific | Australia ire over chef's f-words: 

"Senator Bernardi claimed that one episode had contained 'the f-word' 80 times in 40 minutes.

'And I'm not referring to fondue,' he said"

Genius.

My wasted life?

If you'd told me back in June 2005 that by now I'd have spent five whole days listening to David Ford...

Have a play yourself - here.

My life, already?

Ah, but what a song. And what a video, too. That wallpaper. That shirt.

Genius.