
Some pics I snapped while roaming around London one warmish March day.
Much of the subject matter is green.
Sometimes green and hairy.
Sometimes green and mushy.
Both were a pleasure to come across.





Yes, Sidney knows! He knows everything! He can and will see (and possibly eat) your soul. I didn't even go close to Sidney, afraid that he would deliver a fortune card of my doom.
Here are a few pics I snapped when we spent the weekend down in
What's this guy doing to this baby? Whatever it is, he looks very guilty. >>
My favorite was Barnacle Bill. He's a sinisterly happy sailor that rocks back and forth while issuing a bone-chilling laugh that seems to go on forever. The best part is that he has a twin brother that operates in the


First Bigfoot and now this? Sweet.





Hooters employees from Green Bay, Wisconsin. This was inspired by a conversation with another
This guy wanted to sit next to me at the cafe a while back. He stormed into the place, loudly breathing and demanding "Two coffees! Extra, extra hot!" He carried with him a cloud of stink and moistness that can only experienced first-hand. But on the positive side, he was very friendly. Too bad that I "had to get going and he could have the table."
I've been having trouble sleeping lately. It's probably because of these stupid nocturnal monsters that keep waking me up.
Why wasn't I notified of this earlier?
This delightfully smashing couple was sitting next to us while we were having a drink (and using a web hookup) at a posh inn in the country. Very stiff upper lip Brits that would barely talk (or move) except for a few sentences peppered here and there. They made for perfect "still life" objects. The tomato juice conversation actually happened and I wrote it down in its entirety. I had a distinct feeling that the husband would have liked to be anywhere else in the world.

