well, ya got your architectraul.bleahhh..wore me yowt, Good Luck. Snowbunny.

Just in time!

I got out today and did my first proper attempt at a drawing in 30yrs, people were walking past an'all! Went down to Waterloo where there's still some old housing (so old they have a preservation order on them) mixed with characterless 60ish square shaped stuff. Ended up drawing the Oxo building in the clear blue sky above the chimneyed topped terracing. Ellis'll know where I mean!

Apologies for my self indulgence but I had to tell someone, besides, it was coming here that gave me a good kicking off my lazy self indulgent arse. Thanks!

cool, Frank! Are you gonna post it somewhere?

I've been quietly enjoying your blog(s) for a very long time, Sir, spraying my monitor with many a cup of coffee in response to your witticisms. THIS POST, however, has finally drawn me out to say a resounding AMEN. I have, 3 blocks south of my home, a similar vista -- hallowed condominium erection, halted midway (condominiumus interruptus due to an abrupt adios of the project's funding). My Dad and I have been kvetching about this eyesore by my house and a similar one across the street from his for some months now ... you captured it with one perfect title and one helluva sketch.

Afraid I don't do rocket science Wally! It's crap anyway, not that that matters of course, at least I loosened up the old digits a bit. Maybe one day..

Btw, that should be chimney, not chimneyed. Not the first time I've wished there was an editing facility, nor I doubt the last!

Oh and it's known as the Oxo Tower..

http://srv-londonimages-2.londontown.com/2006/March/CH486455_429long.jpg

Maybe some of it will be left as condo porches. I have been reading some Henry James for reasons that no one would wish to know. In his "Small Boy" autobiography, as a child in Manhatten, a Kentucky family moved into the neighborhood. They had two slaves, Davy and his mother. Everything was produced on their large, welcoming porch. On the porch, they continually made sausages from whole hogs, and molasses, and all were asked to partake and everyone was very happy with the porch feasting. Henry especially admired Davy, a boy of his very same age, who could do everything, and they were good playmates. All was bliss. Then one night Davy and his mother ran away, in this free state.
After a few weeks, the Kentucky family moved away secretly, back to Kentucky.
All youse artists should know about the relationship between Henry, the novelist, and his brother William, a year older (later the begatter of psychology and a philosopher of first order). William fervently wished to be a PAINTER. William had a secret life, aside from Henry. The times when Henry did spot William, it would be from behind, where William would be bent under the lamp, drawing, drawing, drawing. Henry wrote plays, but wanted to draw, too.Trying to introduce some comraderie between them, Henry made overtures. William, said, "No, because my friends sweat and curse." Henry knew he had not acomplished this, nor had his friends..
Henry's new plan was that in his playwriting, he would fold the paper into quarters. The first three pages would be entrances, exits, introducing of characters, the business (which rarely arrived) of plays. On the fourth page, was to be the SCENE. But, he could not DRAW. And, he would again spot William's back, drawing, drawing.

what an eye catching title, and even more interesting content. hmmm, couldnt say been there done that.

i like your blog. it is so honest.

-lorie