Blame the writers.

The next few blogs were inspired, if that’s the right word, by my evening with the Montpellier Writers Group. The theme was to do with senses for the evening and was testing, so I opted out in a way by just hoovering up little writer’s gems from the evening. The one above is my own view of probably what I’m like with these sort of things. Thanks to all those who made more sense of it than I did and apologies for recycling and here and there revamping any of your ideas. Continue reading Blame the writers.

Fuelfish and other creatures…

A day trip to London to see friends I was at college with back when everything was in black and white. Armed with my handy coach card all aboard the National Express to Victoria. Express? Well it would be if it was n’t for traffic, oodles of it jamming the last couple of miles. On the way back noticed this little thing on the side of a bus, I wonder if the media planners knew that the fuel tap would be in the middle of their lovely image of the fish in Thailand. And then there’s this enormous horses head … Continue reading Fuelfish and other creatures…