Sunday, April 15, 2007

Gone Fishing.

Well, I had a relapse and started smoking so have set my quit date for Tuesday which is when I shall be spending about ten hours in planes and trains so I won't have time to think about it too much. I've put a link to "Quitnet" on the right in the sidebar. The last time I tried this site I lasted 3 years without a demon smoke. So if anyone out there wants to join the virtual me in quitting smoking I will be glad to hear from you.

See you when I get back in a couple of weeks. Here's a link to guitarist NiƱo Josele.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Cool Dude Dog

It is bucketing rain here in Spain. Everything is soaked, the streets are flooded and the nasturciums have grown waist high.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Rain, rain, rain, rain.

It is still raining which makes a nice change from the howling winds.

I have actually organised the trip to the Lake District and because of the incredibly silly timetables flying in and out of Manchester I will not fly there but land in Liverpool and return via Luton. So from Liverpool airport I'll have to catch a bus and three trains. Every time I land in Britain there are no trains and I land up in a bus going via Bolton. I don't even know where that is.

I may be visiting Richard Bell, illustrator and author (if the trains exist) I thought I had better take a gift so bought an intriguing bottle of ink in the local Chinese shop. When I got home I discovered it is ink for stamp pads. Oops.

Saturday, April 07, 2007


Done in Artrage.
The town is full of tourists. Millions of them, and it's freezing. Oh, and it's very windy.
Happy Easter, anyway.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Cloud Surfer

This is Mad Beach Bob although he is surfing the clouds today.

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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

The Sea Today.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Le Moulin (Florian Thouret)

Sunday, April 01, 2007

New Hat.

It bucketed down with rain all night and I'm trying to book a flight to England which is a mammoth exercise in lateral thinking. It is more complicated to get the the Lake District than Brazil.

Well, I got through the pretend guitar exam on Thursday but it was nerve racking. My teacher says he always feels sick before a recital. Why? Are people that perform in public scared the audience is going to attack them? Is it a fear of making a fool of oneself? In a funny way the pretend exam upped my ability to relax a least at home, anyway...ha, ha.

The above is done in "Artrage", a really good value piece of software. I could get quite addicted to it.

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