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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
Over the course of the past two years I’ve become somewhat knowledgeable on the subject of the house rabbit.
If there’s one thing you can’t say to them, it’s “No running in the house please.”
Taking a keen interest in a hair straightener. No, you don’t need that for your ears.
The back of that shelf has a plexiglass barrier bolted to it in what turned out to be a vain attempt at denying access to a place where appliances and various chargers are frequently plugged in. A minute or so after this picture was taken, he made the leap. It may not look too difficult, but note that it’s going from one slippery surface to another, at an awkward angle. We now keep these curtains closed if he’s in a scampy mood and we can’t directly supervise him.
Rabbits like to chew. They need to chew. Chewing is their specialist subject. Naturally, we provide objects specifically made to meet this need, such as this wood panel, which he occasionally deigns to nibble.
The bag his litter comes in is also on the approved list.
Then there’s his collection of cardboard tubes.
Furniture is on the unapproved list (as are cords to Venetian blinds),
though the slats holding the mattress are OK, as long as they maintain structural integrity.
Moulding was a big worry before he arrived. To our relief, he’s satisfied himself with just a few nibbles here and there.
And he’s left the coffee table alone!
Likewise the wing chair he’s grooming underneath in the first picture.
Probably his very favourite targets, aside from my wife’s slippers, are drapes.
Those hung unmolested for a dozen years. Oh well.
Who knows what he makes of my CD collection.
I couldn’t find a picture of J Hales, so BBC Director-General T Hall will have to do as representative of The Dark Side.
Since I can’t legally watch the queen this afternoon, as law abiding subjects have been doing for generations,
if I need a fix of Liz I’ll either catch her on The Crown, or splice something together in my head.
Lilibet, Leia, and Winnie in happy times
Alas the corgi bounded straight into a sarlacc, Winnie’s “silly game” with the chains was already turning deadly serious, and the young queen was advised to flee by her trusted advisor and Twi’lek Tommy, just out of shot, to avoid a diplomatic incident on Tatooine. Needless to say all quite noncanonical and not a little confusing, but it was a long time ago.…