this could be the social isolation from the previous post. My guess for the forthcoming FTF would be: The knock-ons on the near side of the e-type don't appear to be left hand threaded.
I was wondering whether we might be able to use this space (in Ashley's absence) to discuss the proliferation of poly-tunnels in the countryside, the associated re-routing of rural footpaths and the ease with which Linda Snell has been fobbed of by Brian's offer of a bit of waste ground for her dogs to pooh on.
And while I`m on this 1967 trip,the lyrics to Cream`s World of Pain seem to have a strong resonance with Mr A`s problem with the tree outside his window.
I am a designer, writer and photographer who spends all his time looking at England, particularly buildings and the countryside. But I have a leaning towards the slightly odd and neglected, the unsung elements that make England such an interesting place to live in. I am the author and photographer of over 25 books, in particular Unmitigated England (Adelphi 2006), More from Unmitigated England (Adelphi 2007), Cross Country (Wiley 2011), The Cigarette Papers (Frances Lincoln 2012), Preposterous Erections (Frances Lincoln 2012) and English Allsorts (Adelphi 2015)
"Open this book with reverence. It is a hymn to England". Clive Aslet
Preposterous Erections
"Enchanting...delightful". The Bookseller "Cheekily named" We Love This Book
The Cigarette Papers
"Unexpectedly pleasing and engrossing...beautifully illustrated". The Bookseller
Cross Country
"Until the happy advent of Peter Ashley's Cross Country it has, ironically, been foreigners who have been best at celebrating Englishness". Christina Hardyment / The Independent
More from Unmitigated England
"Give this book to someone you know- if not everyone you know." Simon Heffer, Country Life. "When it comes to spotting the small but telling details of Englishness, Peter Ashley has no equal." Michael Prodger, Sunday Telegraph
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Perhaps sunspots? Good luck with that! Thank you, dutiful daughter!
(Enjoy the peace as though it's 1970-something... when technology was simpler.)
May your band soon be broad once more. But meanwhile, try to enjoy the splendid isolation.
this could be the social isolation from the previous post. My guess for the forthcoming FTF would be: The knock-ons on the near side of the e-type don't appear to be left hand threaded.
The back wheel only has half the spokes, and, the vicar is wearing a Bishop's mitre.
That's my guess for as and when the situation is normalised.
The stripes are the wrong way round and there's no exhaust-pipe. And don't get me started on the shade of carmine!
I was wondering whether we might be able to use this space (in Ashley's absence) to discuss the proliferation of poly-tunnels in the countryside, the associated re-routing of rural footpaths and the ease with which Linda Snell has been fobbed of by Brian's offer of a bit of waste ground for her dogs to pooh on.
The picture has a moustache and the rainbow has a beard.
And while I`m on this 1967 trip,the lyrics to Cream`s World of Pain seem to have a strong resonance with Mr A`s problem with the tree outside his window.
Too much,Maaan !
Yes,that`s quite enough.(Ed).
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