Gilbert and George’s chairs.
Six o’clock: the kitchen bulbs which blister
Your dark, your housewives starting to nose
Out each other’s day, the claustrophobia
Of your back gardens varicose
With shrubs, make an ugly sister
Of you suburbia.
The love is real here
Tom Hingston for Wallpaper.
Pleased as punch to have been doing this one.
Back in Yorkshire. Here’s my Ma looking for toads to save them from being squashed. Only a couple lastnight but hopefully tonight’s the night.
“It was a particularly good evening to begin a book”
The March Of The Toads has annoyingly turned into April thanks to the cold and snow. Try again next week! Here’s my endlessly patient Ma.
Entertaining drive back south that…..
Making it through this project. Basically standing out in the cold wishing it would warm up and listening for the chirping of toads.
One more blackbird without and place to land
One more blackbird without a place to be