Train conversation

This is Ken. You may remember his eyes from a previous post. They are normal now, which allows me to talk to him on public transport.

So, here we are

Well, it's been a while. Since my last blog I've been hospitalised, been hit by a motorbike, had a massage from a naked man and got a proper job (I think I'm a journalist, but I'm not really sure). Most of the above happened in India. I went there because it looked nice in the pictures.

I'm back in London now. The summer seems to have disappeared, and Sunday morning has just slipped away... meaning a slow, inevitable decline into work-mode and shirt ironing.

Can we have a bank holiday in October please Mr Prime Minister man?

The photo is of Lighthouse Beach in Kovalam. On my first day of work, a week after I had got back from that there place, was a copy of Which? magazine on my desk - with an almost-identical image. It made me want to run away from the office.

Lippy

Things are much slower in summer. Only at a time like this could i create such a photograph. I'm at the bottom of my garden now, looking forward to a big dirty roast. I wonder what the lamb was doing this time last week?

A lesson learned

Don't look over groynes when the sea is rough. No no no. There's a sequel to this photo, and it's a bit of a washout.

Scientology scares me

So, there I was, innocently logging on to YouTube with the intention of watching some football bloopers. To my dismay, I noticed an advert for a video on the right hand side of my screen. It read "Scientology: The Facts". I destest and abhor this sickening cult/fantasy/business (call it what you will, but it ain't no religion) - so naturally, I didn't click on the link.

A few hours later, I changed my mind. I went back on t'Tube, searched for 'scientology the facts', and got bored trying to find it amidst all the video responses. I looked to where the advert had been earlier that day, and instantly felt a little bit of sick navigate its way up my throat. The Scientology advert had gone - replaced, shamelessly, by Tom Cruise's horrible little face. The advert this time was for a website - one that celebrated the 25 year career of the world's least favourite pint-sized actor.

A coincidence, maybe? I don't think so.

Scientology is an expensive hobby. The 'Church' have acquired lots of money by brainwashing lots of people in a relatively short space of time. Their financial clout is such that they now have the ability to advertise themselves on one of the world's most popular websites. This is very, very worrying.

And it doesn't stop there. How do you think a premium-space internet advert for a crappy Tom Cruise website was funded?

This scares me a lot.

Rant over.

One of my readers

This is Anna. I think she's one of two people who look at this website. I caught her in the act, so to speak. You can tell by her surprised face.

Charlie's Dead

Charlie's Dead - one of Spitalfields' new restaurants. It made me sad. I am Charlie and I am alive.

This will probably never happen again

Yep, i threw a dart right into the flight of the one i had thrown moments before. Such pinpoint accuracy, albeit a fluke, will probably not occur again in my lifetime.

Toilet humour courtesy of the Guardian

I read this in the Guardian's travel supplement, and it made me laugh heartily. The image of Peter Snow excreting is not pleasant, but his choice of words is... "has a beautiful lagoon, the perfect place to drop anchor."

I like summer

This is where i am right now. In a park in the sunshine. I'm going to sunbathe now, bye bye x

Thai eyes

This is my friend ken. He is from thailand. Their optometry isn't as advanced as ours.

A cemetery visit

I took an afternoon stroll in my local cemetery, and basked in the spring sunshine amidst lots of dead people. They didn't say much, but i took a nice photo.

My facial region projected on to the side of Tower Bridge.

There's a big door on the side of the bridge. If you go near it, your head appears on it. This kept me occupied for a matter of minutes.

This is what i do.

I burn incense sticks. They make nice smells which go in my nose and then in my brain. I have different fragrances for my different moods. My curtains smell of them. Uh oh!

Hello. This is my blog.

This is me going to sleep and thinking of happy thoughts.