Tuesday, 2 August 2016

Ramblin' On.

This is one of those days when I want to write but for some odd reason cannot get started. So I am going to ramble on and see what develops.

Err.. Erm.. Umm..

There is a programme on TV tonight about a factory where they make crisps. I can't wait! By the way if you are in the U S of A crisps are what I believe you call potato chips. Chips here in England are what the Americans call French fries. I like potatoes but not too fond of crisps. Too fatty. Although I love chips (French fries) which are fried in fat. Weird eh?

I was supposed to be holding an art workshop tonight, but as no-one could confirm they would be coming I decided it would be quite pointless. Maybe people are staying home to watch a programme about crisp making? Blogger think I am spelling programme wrong. That's how we spell it here in Blighty. At least I think so. I know Americans spell it differently. I have mentioned Americans a few times already in this post. That is because the stats show mostly Americans read this blog. I am pleased to have you along. I like Americans.

I read somewhere recently that we Brits don't like Americans. That is nonsense. Most people I asked in my recent poll love Americans and America. It was quite an extensive poll comprised of a group of six American tourists. Four of them loved Americans

We also don't like the French. That too is nonsense. I haven't conducted a poll this time. But this is based on the feelings I used to get whenever I saw Bridgette Bardot.

Tricia has given me a pair of large, lined curtains (American call them blinds I believe). I am going to use them in my showman's wagon instead of doors. The doors take up too much space in here. I will need to cut the curtains up and do some sewing to make them the right size. I hope there will be enough to make some for the windows too. Here is a picture of the curtains. They are on the washing line behind the tractor. I don't know when I shall start cutting and sewing. Actually, I can see through the window that they (the curtains) are dragging on the ground. I am going out to lift them up a bit. Excuse me a moment....... That's sorted.

Here is another picture after I stopped the curtains dragging on the ground. No, it is not the same photo. Please note the small football on the ground near the tractor.

 The crisp programme has probably started. I wonder if I am missing any useful knowledge? The final of Child Genius is on at the same time. I am not much interested in watching little children driven to breaking point for the purposes of entertainment. Oh well, perhaps I shall just have a look to see who wins. A little girl called Rhea won. A little girl called Saffy was second.

Sapphire the crow is a big girl/boy now. If there is a way of telling the difference I don't know it. Sapphire is free to come and go as she pleases and has spent the occasional night away from home. Where she goes we know not but so far she/he always comes home. There is often a potential suitor in the trees nearby. Saying that makes me think Sapphire is a female. Not that I know anything about crow romances but presumably the male does the pursuing. Here is a picture of Sapphire, also known as Saffy, (By strange coincidence the same name as the Child Genius runner-up) outside my kitchen window. She likes toast.

Sapphire waiting for toast.

Last night I did some quick portrait drawings using photos from the internet. There are two of Jimi Hendrix, one of which I did without looking at the paper as I drew it. Can you guess which one? This has given me an idea for some abstract paintings. The other two are Paul McCartney and David Bowie.

This took a bit longer and lost some of it's spontaneity. Profiles are notoriously difficult.

I think I have rambled on for long enough. I expect you want to get off to bed.

Good night and whomever your God might be, may He bless you.


  1. I think that a lot of Brits like Americans and a lot of Americans like Brits. I believe the reason is that we still consider Great Britain to be our mother country. Even though we grew up and moved away there is still a familial tie. And that includes a lot of us who have little or no connection by ancestry. Your sketches are fantastic. You are so talented.

  2. As it happens, I am just getting ready to turn in and appreciate your goodnight blessing. I enjoyed your post very much!

  3. McCartney doesn't smile very often, mostly got a droopy mouth like this :( perhaps you can erase that bit :)

    1. Sometimes his mouth is wide open, like this :O

    2. And he always has that surprised look with his eyebrows like this ^^