Bait
It is a sad sign of the economically gloomy times in which we live when you can't even leave old people on the bench while you're out shopping without the risk of some desperate or just plain nasty person nicking them and selling them on for food, drink, or drugs. The West Sussex police force in Chichester, at least, are trying to stamp down on the high levels of "geriatric-nabbing" by using bait pensioners. Each pensioner is fitted with a tracking device worn under the second cardigan beneath the vest below the third shirt level of clothing; this makes it difficult – and quite gruesome – to locate. Additionally, the pensioner can be controlled remotely to pee itself, swing its walking sticks threateningly, and ramble on about young people, bloody foreigners, and a confusing array of wars in which it fought. West Sussex police are using bait pensioners. Thieves beware! You have been warned. For #StreetSaturday , and for #StreetPhotography curated by +Tatiana Parmeeva +Thorsten von Eyb +Maria Roco Google+: View post on...
Behind The Glass
It was cold outside. Through the glass, though, you could see the warmth on every surface. There was no bitter wind soaking deep into the bones in there. The glass kept the cold out; it kept me out. The glass enticed with promises of comfort. It tempted me. But I'm naturally suspicious. Something… something was wrong with the scene. I shivered and stared, left to right, back to front and back again. The door at the side of the building was open. I watched as people approached from the street and entered. They entered just like people would. They bought things; some then left, some stayed and ate. It looked safe. It couldn't be more normal but I had that itch at the back of my skull. I didn't dare go in. I let the cold and my paranoia consume me and eventually I walked on by leaving everything inviting behind the glass. Can I say for sure what was it I feared? No, not for certain. But it was probably the couple in the seats by the window playing the harmonicas badly. I don't like harmonica music. For #WindowWednesday curated by +Jules Falk Hunter +Simon Davis-Oakley +Cheryl Cooper +Jason Kowing +J.J. Bentley +Catherine Furet Google+: View post on...
The City Zoo
They can serve a useful purpose especially where endangered species are concerned and there's a successful mating programme in operation but zoos are tainted with sadness. Do you ever see truly happy-looking inhabitants? No, you're far more likely to see an exhibition of depression, the beasts trapped behind iron or glass, locked into repeating the same motions day in, day out. Google+: View post on...
Showing Pink
"Excuse me ladies!" I shouted, causing the pair of them to turn around. "You're showing pink!" I helpfully added, pointing just below their midriff areas with a smile on my face. They looked embarrassed which hadn't been my intention. As a keen follower of style I feel it's my duty to impart any advice wherever and whenever I think it's required and right then I felt that these two were in need of a handy heads-up about their joint fashion faux pas. The embarrassment, however, was followed by some flustered checking of one another's nether regions, synchronised confusion, and then anger. I too was getting the first tingling sensation of confusion at this point. What was it they weren't understanding? The ladies approached me swiftly. They're after some clarification or are going to thank me, I thought, more out of hope than any real expectation that this was going to take place in the very near future. I was beaten to a bloody pulp and left for dead. One of them stubbed her cigarette out on my forehead. #StreetPhotography curated by +Tatiana Parmeeva +Thorsten von Eyb +Maria Roco Google+: View post on...
The Bishop's New Fountain
Times are good for the bishop of Chichester as he's forked out for a new fountain in the pond in his garden. Google+: View post on...
Abuse Of Power
On our return from the states our bags were over the weight allowance of the airline; luckily the airline wasn't overly bothered by this flagrant disregarding of travel rules and didn't insist on us paying for the privilege of importing cheap vodka and indulging in a Yankee Candle shopping spree. One of the gifts brought back for myself was the Force (which, admittedly, doesn't affect the weight of suitcases overly) and it had been my intention to only use it for good. However, with today being my first day out with my camera in a long (for me) time, and with today also being grey and dull and not particularly interesting, and with a couple of passersby scoffing at my assertion that the power of the new battle station in orbit paled into insignificance next to the power of the Force, well, one thing led to another and I ended up strangling them from a distance with the power of my mind. But I did get a picture. Google+: View post on...
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