A blog about things -- not necessarily beautiful -- that at least jolted me out of my tram-lined train of thought. They may be funny, poignant, disgusting or beautiful, but they will be personal. You, dear reader, may not give a damn about an image of a crisp packet at the edge of a river but I might think it so delightful that I cry with gratitude. And a few poems. A a book plug or two.
Monday, 11 February 2013
The Owl and the Pussycat
This is one from the Story Museum in Oxford. The telephone box has a diorama inside, and the words of the poem in TXTSPK on the outside.