February 8, 2010 – 1:07 pm
A dirty dub disco mix to help you groove around the garden shed on a Sunday afternoon. You may be mending the lawnmower or planting some seed trays. Or just getting away from your husband. Sheds aren’t just for men you know…
Apologies for the occasional crackle. An unknown broken wire somewhere in the loop….
(This may [...]
January 21, 2010 – 5:56 pm
This is a moochy, groovy, bouncy kind of thing. Nice for doing a spot of light housework to or maybe even taking a casual saunter across a windswept park. You might meet a stranger next to the water fountain, fall in love, have seven children and call one of them Egbert.
Or not – the choice [...]
January 12, 2010 – 8:06 pm
This tune has undergone vast changes recently. It transformed from a strange pixie waltz to a deranged calypso and finally settled as it is.
Currently a moochy, groovy thing. Formulated in Cubase again – with hints of Toni Braxton but not enough to upset anybody…
WARNING: Do NOT play on laptop speakers as the lack of bass [...]
January 1, 2009 – 11:18 am
…if commuting was more like this – I might get a real job.
More doodles can be found here.
I didn’t surf today.
December 8, 2008 – 8:21 pm
…actually it started with a certain Tango (grrr) leaving a comment at Papersurfer nearly one year ago. She thanked me for making her smile which made me smile. I drifted through her blog and flickr pages and smiled some more. A cheeky email later and we started to chat on messenger. A lot. It was [...]
November 7, 2008 – 2:26 pm
…I was doodling again and realised that this drawing may confuse some people who cannot fathom the hidden meaning behind this rather momentous piece of art.
I could regurgitate a montribal spew using words like juxtaposition, unrealised potential and dichotomous tension.
But in the end it’s just a naked man in a spotlight with a banana hanging [...]
October 22, 2008 – 4:12 pm
…blustery doesn’t quite cut it when trying to describe the last 24 hours on the west coast of Portugal. To be honest I wouldn’t be surprised to see a cow fly past the window.
Unfortunately this has turned the sea into a seething mass of white angriness reducing my wavecount for the week to single figures. [...]
October 2, 2008 – 8:53 pm
…is still visible if you know where to look for it.
Progress has been marching through western Iberia like a premenstrual Croatian federation wrestler on her way through the chocolate aisle at Asda (Sidcup branch). Tarmac and concrete seem to be enveloping the countryside – new roads bringing prefabricated apartment blocks, supermarkets and petrol stations that [...]
September 29, 2008 – 8:09 am
I was worried that Tango (grrr) would miss the dulcet tones of the Vancouver Fire Department blaring it’s way down West Broadway at ridiculous o’clock or the benign rantings of the local window-licker arguing Russian politics with a bus stop. A lifetime in the city is a powerful draw – midnight delicatessan runs, Malasian takeouts, [...]
September 25, 2008 – 8:14 am
…it was a strange dream. It ended with my Dad saying something terribly witty…
I didn’t surf today.
