Imperial Walkies

Right then, I’ve neglected this bastard for too long now. Like a ginger-haired stepchild it has been left to rot in the non-existent attic that resides in our non-existent pitched roof.

I’d like to say I’ve been travelling, harvesting inspiration and generally living the life of the well-paid writer and gadabout town, financially freed from the shackles that bind and able to write whatever the hell I want.

I’d like to say all of that but I can’t. And if I did, I’d be lying.

A wintry day in Stratford

You may have heard of Bill Shakespeare, commonly known as the Bard. He wrote a few overrated plays 400-or-so years ago, did very little in the intervening years, then appeared on Doctor Who in 2007.

Last Friday we paid a wintry visit to Stratford-Upon-Avon, the Bard’s birthplace, and here be a few of the photos. The delay in posting isn’t because I’m still using film and had to get the photographs developed. No, I originally wrote several paragraphs of nonsense to frame them, but then realised I had very little to say. So here they be, minus the nonsense.

A few notes. The shop all lit up like a dog’s dinner, with the abandoned pushchair containing the shouty daughter outside, is the Nutcracker Christmas Shop. Step inside and with one breath of the cinnamon-scented air you’ll think it’s Christmas all year round. Which it is. In this shop anyways.

Hammond Organ Dance Party

Four words that could bring even the strongest-willed man to his knees. Hammond. Organ. Dance. Party.

hammond organ dance party

Big Jim “H” certainly knew what he was doing when he set foot in the studio to lay this beast down.

Where Do I Sign Up?

Whilst searching for a suitable Conquest of the Planet of the Apes image to illustrate Saturday’s post regarding cult cinema, I came across this beauty. Possibly the coolest movie poster I’ve never seen.

planet of the apes recruitment poster