Santa sighting

A blog is rather like a baby. ‘Feed me!’ it demands. Sometimes one doesn’t feel like it. Still… unlike a baby it won’t die of starvation. Or perhaps it will. To make amends and, quite against my usual principle of ignoring Christmas until it is imminent, I present a shot taken this weekend of Santa on his sleigh launching skyward from a garage roof in Nunhead. Look closely and you’ll see that Santa is wearing ill-fitting glasses. 

Evergreen

Derelict yet dignified, this old phone box is a reminder of a time when making a phone call was a bit of an occasion. But who needs public telephones nowadays when everyone has a mobile into which they intone: ‘I’m on the train’ or ‘They’ve only got the low-fat one’ or ‘Love you’? It’s good to talk, I guess, but we appear to have become insanely fond of disembodied chatter, much of it inane. 

A mad, mad, mad world

SIX BILLION dollars was spent on the US election campaign… to achieve political status quo. There’s got to be a better use for the money. But, hooray, Obama is back. A man who can dance has to be a better bet than a man who can’t.