Once again I have been savouring the wonderful world of shopping, it is at this time of year I have to admit to wistful thoughts about being gay, in my family I am totally outnumbered by the fairer sex.
Westwood Cross is undoubtedly a fantastic place, although the phantasy it engenders in me tend towards ingénues that suddenly develop long sharp teeth, or who play tunes that make all the sailors jump ship.
A relatively short time watching the great glass elevaror in Primark and I wandered off to survey the artist’s materials in Hobbycraft, with a view to a later online purchase.
One of the wonderful things about having children is that periodically one has no option but to visit MacDonald’s, this process, children coating themselves – internally and externally – with grease, inhaling balloon helium to produce the reciprocal of THE VOICE and so on takes about an hour.
I order burger and chips black coffee and the sachets of real milk they keep in fridge, for mediocre tea, grab a large amount of tissues and find a seat looking into the eatery.
I then eat the burger and chips leaving my hands coated in grease, spill some of the coffee on the table and use it and the tissues to remove the grease from my hands, add the milk to the rest and sketch the inside of the eatery while drinking the coffee. Their coffee is much better than one would expect keeps hot in the cardboard cup for ages, the only danger being using the UHT mil provided.
Meanwhile back at the ranch – on the other hand four fingers and a thumb – out in The Range you can buy original paintings, very well executed – presumably by oriental children, which while all being the same are also different.
I once thought I would always prefer having a picture on the wall that was a less good original, than a print of a masterwork, now I am not so sure.
It certainly gives rise in me to a few thoughts about what art may be, I would have said painted by hand on canvas with acrylic paint and looking reasonably attractive qualified up until today.
There may be added rambling later on.