the blog of navarone

helloo. yes this is just some of the stuff we bought today. there was more even.

caramel nibbles- like cadburys buttons but with caramel in the button.

stencils at playscheme

pinecones

ribbon

bells

wool for knitting

the odd couple (cos kenny still has my other copy an i wanna watch it now dammit!)

6 baby moisturising cream. kuv wanted six in fear that it was being discontinued cos it was reduced from 1.63 to 42 pence.

2 smoothies with knitted woolen hats???? pretty cool.

 

 

also im including this picture of liz lemon because when we paused the machine she looked orgasmic so i thought i should post it. the bar is very low now for this blog. this is the kind of stuff that will make it.

BUT...

me and kuv did go to see a french film called 'a prophet' at the gft. and if you get a chance, go see it. its very good.

howdy. found two great books recently. cost me 60p  for le caneton vagabond: a little french book about another self obsessed duckling from 1949. older than my dad.

look at the cocky wee bugger. waddlin about like he owns that farm. swaggering even. what is it with young ducklings and ego? hmmm? i have read the book in murdered french and am uploading to vimeo right this instant! so if i can figure out how to embed it you can find out what happens to the wee chap. le caneton vagabond means the wandering duckling. apologies to anyone french. apologies to anyone who speaks french, has ever been to france, speaks any other language or eats french fancies.

 

and....

buffalo bill wild west annual which cost me a pound. its from 1951. it is a bit battered and has great drawings. like this....

 

 

this one is about how the american indian is cooked by god just right so he comes out a perfect brown colour. black people are burnt supposedly and whities like me are undercooked. kav is brown of course so she will be glad to hear she has had the correct cooking time. she is in dumfries this weekend so i have the house to masel. woohoo.

 

 

it also has these colour plates which read a bit like the j peterman catalogue. really feels like theyre trying to sell you a pair of cowboy boots or somethin.

 

 

 

also last weekend i went to my dads. i dont know why i dont go more often. so peaceful there. BUT while walking in the woods above his house i did find a dead deer. it had been killed and gutted and the meat taken, so alll that was left was the guts and the head. it was very weird and very fresh. maybe just killed that morning . dont know if it was a legal kill, a cull, or an illegal kill. my dad gets them in his garden all the time. they eat the heads of all the flowers and just leave you with these green stalks.

I;ll understand if you ditch me from your neighbourhood for putting these up. not exactly what u want to see on a relaxing saturday night. heres the head. looks kinda peaceful actually.

 

if you zoom in you can actually see large lice on its head. near the horn bumps. no joke. the eye hasnt clouded over yet. theres other pictures of the guts in my photo library but i wont put them up actually. its a bit much.

 

my dads house is down near the water where those brown pines are at the left hand side. he looks out onto the clyde every day. submarines go up and down there, they have to go down unsubmerged after they pulled down a fishing boat, which kinda defeats the purpose of a sub. and plenty of fishing boats and ferries and the waverley.

 

clearly there are plenty of christmas tress so if you want one just say.

 

i thought id put one of me up cos i dont really ever put photos of me up here. i didnt kill that fuckin deer by the way in case your suspectin. wisnae me.

 

when on winter vacation. the wicked witch of the west stays here. ground floor. glasgow west end.

this is how dark it is here at 7pm now. bah humbug.