Tat For Sale

Posted By Mark on Sep 18, 2012

North Laine area, Brighton, Saturday "Get your load of old tat here! Load of old tat for sale! Really cheap! That's the prices, not the tat, although it is the tat too now I come to think of it. Don't like tat? Look under the tat and we've got some crummy stuff for all you crummy stuff aficionados. That's right! I've got an old weathered face selling old tat but I still know how to say aficionados. You've just heard it twice. Hark at me! Talking up my vocabulary when I've got all this load of old tat to sell. Plastic tat for sale; both kinds! Opaque plastic tat and transparent plastic tat. Stereophonic tat, tat that blends things, tat that boils water to within an inch of its life. You want tat? I've got tat! Get your load of old tat here!" #StreetPics #StreetPhotography   Google+: View post on...

Pawn Takes Queen

Posted By Mark on Sep 13, 2012

Something a little colourful for a change to celebrate the return of FriendFeed after the best part of half a day down. The accompanying swarm across to Facebook to worry about its return was a sign of just how far people were prepared to go to fret. Us FriendFeeders do so fret when our favourite social network is unavailable. But it's back now! Huzzah! That's the sort of good news that makes me think: ooh! Split-toning! Do something split-toning! My mind is a strange thing. Google+: View post on...

Staying Sane

Posted By Mark on Sep 11, 2012

People say I'm mad because I'll take the time to print up some leaflets and posters, and produce a fake radio advertisement all promoting Mexican Day in Chichester – "Wear a sombrero! Don a poncho! Busk mariachi-style! Drink tequila and tell people you don't need no stinking badges!" – but it's all worth it(*) when just one sucker falls for the charade. For #StreetPics curated by +Arnold Goodway +Pablo Luis Gonzalez +Monika Pia +urszula masilela +Dragos Ioneanu  (*) Technically I'm £430 out of pocket. Google+: View post on...

American Hotels And Motels

Posted By Mark on Sep 9, 2012

I’ve shared some of the fantastic postcards of Jordan Smith before – American Motels – and the urge came over me to do so again. No, I don’t know why but that’s all the explanation you’re getting for what you’re about to read. It’s the Alvyn Hotel describing itself as the friendliest lobby in town. Certainly, if wood gives you wood then you’ll be smiling too but even if you’re not some sexual deviant turned on by the smell of pine there’s a lot to recommend at the Alvyn Hotel; for starters: they have a rocking chair! And if you’re the sort of person that likes to listen to the TV but not watch it then where else are you going to find a chair conveniently located with its back to a supporting pillar facing away from the set in the room? Nowhere but the Alvyn Hotel, that’s where! This is the William Hilton Inn, Hilton Head, South Carolina and if you’re a fan of hotels with no troublemakers in them then this is the place for you as every guest is subject to police background checks and an interrogation by two federal agents before their bags are checked in. Since this policy was put in place the murder rate of guests at the William Hilton Inn has fallen to a record low. If you’ve ever wondered what it must be like to be behind the counter in the lobby of the Weatherford Hotel in Flagstaff, Arizona then this postcard should give you all the help you need. Should you pick up your book on the counter top? But what if someone comes in? Would they think you’re smart because you’re reading or would they be offended that you’re not staring at the doors waiting for them? Who can know the minds of people who would stay in this hotel? And what’s your favourite chair? Is it the blue one that you found down the street? Why would someone throw out a good chair like that? It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t match anything else! It doesn’t! Or do you like the chair with the head on it? That has got to be a good talking point to guests, hasn’t it? What else could you talk about? The weather? It’s Arizona! It’s hot! Why is there a head on a chair? Maybe you’ll pick your book up. Maybe you won’t think about the head on the chair any more. This is the Tropics Motor Hotel, Seattle, Washington and you’ll want to stay here; it’s got a kidney bean-shaped pool. Oh, other motels have kidney bean-shaped pools? Well, this kidney...

Paralympics

Posted By Mark on Sep 6, 2012

Curse Of The Weretroll

Posted By Mark on Sep 5, 2012

Ever since I had unprotected sex with a lady troll in my youth I've been afflicted by occasional bouts of trollism that come upon me suddenly when the sun is out and the humidity is high. A transformation takes place turning my body into that of a below-bridge-dweller. Fortunately, I already have the build of a below-bridge-dweller so ripped clothes are a rarity and one irritating post-transformation expenditure is ruled out. But what's it like being a weretroll? I hear you ask (super-sensitive hearing is one of the bonus side-effects). Well, bridges become suddenly fascinating; it's partly the shade, partly the sudden appreciation for the wonders of concrete, and partly the great acoustics that accompany singing of which there is a lot. Luckily, it's below the audible register of humans or Simon Cowell would be bothering our kind all the time. The colour receptors in the eyes deactivate during periods of being a troll but eyesight is augmented with a chemical texture awareness; it's difficult to explain, you'd really need to be a weretroll to understand it, and I'm afraid I don't know your sexual history well enough to sleep with you. And I don't want to know either. Finally, you do get an unquenchable craving for cyclists. It might be a lycra thing or maybe just the tickling sensation of the spokes at the back of the throat. Yum. Strangely, though, when I'm back in human form I don't like cyclists at all. Google+: View post on...