No really, Boo was in the February Ensign:

Squawk.

I hope the baby takes after Andy. That way he’ll be handsome, smart, and have a proper nose.

Darth Vader:

Princess Leia:

We kept seeing bits and pieces of Banksy’s stuff along the Canal, only some idiot, identified by a pathetic tag (”TEAM ROBBO!”), kept wrecking Banksy’s stuff with pointless text.

Westminister Abbey. After watching Welsh MPs rag on about issues no one cares about:

Maida Vale/Little Venice:

By the canal in Islington:

Respectable raclette from Camden:

Tyson getting his canal on:

I had a dream last night wherein I was a seal. I was hoisted onto one of those factory-conveyor-belt-thingies made of metal rollers and pushed really hard. I went whizzing around this oily factory for a while before landing on a beach and having to push something with another seal or two. Come to think of it, I might have been more walrus than seal. It was pretty weird.

I doubt anyone would bother refuting the fact that Vivaldi’s Four Seasons are prime pieces of music. There’s not a movement I’ve met that I didn’t like in there. I haven’t played any of them in a long time (although a while back I purchased a good edition of ‘Autumn’ with admirable intentions that were never fulfilled because we also got Mario Galaxy around the same time). If Vivaldi were still mortal, he’d be 332 today. It was a toss up between posting a youtube of Alexi Liaho and some unknown guy in a baseball cap both playing excerpts from ‘Summer’ but in the end I went with this clip. The trackings off.
Happy Birthday, Vivaldi.

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