Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 21 March 2015
24 million pixies
This was the first test-shot I made with the 24 Mega Pixel camera he lent me, so rather than waste all those pixels, I thought I would use it as the header to this post. No other reason than that.
He looks like an old, American author doesn't he? If you squint a little, it looks as though the Stars and Stripes are hanging just behind his left shoulder too.
His step-mother used to sing to him and his brother whilst accompanying herself on the piano, and she was so bad at both that they would beg her to give them a tune every time they visited. Every now and then, she would send them a home-made recording of herself singing and playing, and I heard one of them once. It was truly unforgettable, but I cannot remember a note of it.
H.I. has a friend in Texas who fancied herself as an opera singer, and she too would occasionally send whole tapes of her latest recordings. Because her husband was in the oil business, her tapes were of better quality, but the singing wasn't.
Husband made an unspeakable amount of money simply by designing one valve which became widely used in the industry and he eventually drank himself to death. They found him lying on the bonnet of his huge car one morning, having had one over the odds.
It might have been that car in which H.I. was either saved by God, or targeted by God and saved by the Devil. I've already told you that story - it is the one which involves the rattle-snake crawling under her seat and the car bursting into flames in rural Texas. Remember?
I sometimes wonder how many times the Grim Reaper has crept up behind me unnoticed, but been thwarted by agencies also unnoticed by me. I would have bumbled on unaware, like Mr Magoo.
I heard the other day that Benjamin Netanyahu's Likud party put out a political broadcast on T.V. in the run-up to the elections, and it consisted of a scrolling list of his achievements with a man painting a large mural in the background. Apparently it lasted for three hours. Three hours.
I would like to ask Yael if she knows of anyone who watched it from beginning to end. The person describing it here said that it wasn't like watching paint dry, it was literally watching paint dry.
Here's a picture of yesterday's eclipse at its maximum, if you're not already eclipsed-out: