Author Archives: sam
Sources say he has an eye on our balloons.
Release the ravens.
The ghost of election past.
Parliament Square? In these shoes?
I was discussing my mouth organ with Elton John the other day and he said sing us a song, you’re the piano brain. It was sad and sweet and I knew it complete… but you know, I miss the earth, rocket man. All this science I don’t understand.
Stills from the BBC documentary Queen: One’s Long Strange Trip
Tower of babble
Tl;dr: Nixon was warped, and you can yell at the screen if you want to
Whoa there, can’t you read, buddy?
In the interests of maintaining interfaith harmony, let me state for the record that I did not walk into the room with my shoes on. In fact I did not go in at all. Nor did I have crisps, a device used for illustrative purposes only.
This piece by Susan Rothenberg is called ‘United States’. “The evocative title may refer to the two sides of the composition. The way in which the canvas – and the horse itself – are divided is reminiscent of abstract painting, and emphasises the interrelationship of representation and abstraction in Rothenberg’s work.” I would’ve just called it Horsey #1, assuming it was my first go at the thing. That’s why I’m not hung in the Tate.
I don’t even have to read the
placard label. This is the cross section of a very big safe, probably holding gold
Westminster (image googlegrab like the most of the rest + beaucoup graininess)
The Overseas Oval Office Club
What, you don’t remember President Yoda?
None of the Above
Illustration not specifically made for the story, but what the hell.