Friday, 31 October 2008

Happy Halloween

This very dark photo captures a small part of a glorious setup someone has created in a sort of gated porch by their house. The bubbling cauldron is watched over by a green-wigged witch, complete with hooting, howls and spine-chilling cackles.

Thursday, 30 October 2008

Wednesday, 29 October 2008

Tuesday, 28 October 2008

Open-Air Gym

I've never understood the appeal of gyms. Why do we need running machines? What's wrong with running outdoors? Is there some benefit to being squished together amongst other sweaty, groaning fanatics that I remain ignorant of, having never become a member of any of these illustrious organisations?

As you may have guessed, exercise bikes baffle me even more. But for the first time in my life, seeing this dumped collection, I was tempted to hop on and give them all a try.

Guest Appearance V

Cheers, James. An absolute classic. We always need to be warned of danger, don't we.

Monday, 20 October 2008

Kindergarten Carnage Averted

These glorious grim reaper scythes are available in Sainsburys. Grab em while stocks last...

Friday, 17 October 2008

These three collectively read:


It's good to be informed of such things, wouldn't you agree.

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

Her Majesty's Police Force

At around midnight on Sunday night I approached a couple of policemen on a quiet street. There was a man leaning out of a window four floors above them. This was the conversation that followed:

Police: All right mate?

Man: Uuuuurrhhhhhh....(followed by something unintelligible)

Police: Did you call the police earlier? At about three in the afternoon?

Three in the afternoon? And it's midnight?

Man: Uuuuuhh...

At this point I realised he'd just been woken up, hence his slurred, sleep-filled speech.

Man: Err.. yes.

Police: Can we come up, mate?

Man: Errrrr....

Police: Sorry...It's a bit late.

Man: (gathering his wits a little) Yeah...It is late.

Police: We could come back tomorrow...?

Man: Yeah. That would be better.

Police: Okay. So long as there's no-one dead or dying up there?

What were the chances he'd put his hands up and say: Yes. I've committed bloody murder, you'd better come on up.

Man: Oh, no no. Nothing like that.

Police: Ha ha. Ok, but we will be back tomorrow.

The police, satisfied with their arrangement left him to it. Which I'm guessing was either go back to sleep or to begin rapidly burying a body in the back garden.

Monday, 13 October 2008

Abandoned station

After managing to squeeze myself into a North London jungle, I found this old station hiding amongst ivy and brambles. I hung about for a while, but it soon became overwhelmingly ghostly as announcements from the tube station beneath came floating up onto the empty platform.

Tuesday, 7 October 2008

Looking inside a tomb at Montmartre cemetery, this was the last thing I expected to be there. Wonder if it's ever been used?