Monday, January 09, 2006
This is my mother. Not to be trifled with. She's the only person I've ever met to own a fly swat, a perforated spade designed to kill flies. Why? Discuss.
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From Left to Right Dad, Shaun, Rosie, Me and Susannah. That's Coq au Vin I think. To quote the famous food critic and writer, Elizabeth David, it was 'very tasty'.
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On Boxing Day, my Aunt's man taught me how to prune an apple tree. My apple tree. Which I planted from a pip when I was twelve. It now bears superb fruit each year. I'm going at it with a pruning saw (which John (left) gave me) snipping branches from the middle to give it more air and light. I'm also looking like a tramp fighting for the last can of Special Brew.
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I look like a hobo in this photo. Believe me, it's no trick of the light. I like this photo because I know my mother won't.
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My Father and I on a hill. We are discussing how surprised and delighted we are that a major family row hasn't erupted yet even though it's only just gone lunchtime.This time three years ago I'd reduced my sister to tears by getting drunk and pursuing a Radiohead vs. Toploader musical merit debate. My mother and I then had a fight about me fighting with my sister, and after that my father had a row with me about fighting with my mother. Then I had a cigarette and my mother ranted at me about not smoking etc etc.
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Pewsey Downs, Wiltshire. Go there. The field below, incidentally, is the field in which the crop circle on the Led Zep cover was found.
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Pewsey Downs, Wiltshire. The kind of cliched wallpaper shot which Microsoft go for, but with greyer clouds and grass of a colour which their marketing department would consider 'off brand'. But it works for me.
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