Aromat the Farten hound is a story for rude kids. Siarhei Haurylik (illustrator) is currently creating images and I thought that an accompanying Childrens coloring in book would be a fun thing to have. .An introduction to Aromat can be found here.
The story behind this image can be found here Aromat and the Sausage factory .
I’ve not completely lost the plot.
some ‘plots’ are getting harder
us older blokes lose plots a lot.
and find we’re lacking ardour.
Long legged girl with sexy ass
Don’t bother me no more
But Early Mustangs driving past
Find me sneak peeking out my door.
Where are the old time traffic cops? Not that I was ever a big drinker and it has been well over 40 years since I have been guilty of even the slightest form of drink driving.
I recall one evening back in the 1970’s when I was pulled over by a traffic cop for driving along Railway Avenue Mt Isa in my 1959 Ford Fairlane. (similar to photo right)
I loved that car. It had a huge Canadian V8.
The Cop asked me why I was driving on the Highway at only 10 miles an hour?. I explained to him that “I was drunk and did not want to run anybody over“. That I was nearly home as I lived in the B.S.D barracks (a few hundred yards up the road)
I recall the Policeman severely shaking his head. He then escorted me home following me in the Police car. When when arrived the barracks the cop gave me the biggest bollocking I ever had and threatened to drive me five miles out of town and make me walk home if was ever caught drunk at the wheel again.
Back in those days I was earning good money. I could happily pay whatever fine that he could impose. But The thought of walking five miles home drunk was scary enough to keep me driving sober for the next 40 years.
I have told this story many times, hoping nobody ever followed it up by locating the cop concerned. I am guessing that by now he has safely retired. . So I can Blog about it without worrying about causing this Old Time Cop any repercussions.
As a teenager I remember having the vision of an early box brownie camera. I could see most things in reasonable focus. Basically I had a fairly simple black and white vision of the world
I am starting to suspect I could be evolving in parallel with the camera. I am realizing that today I am more aligned to a flying camera drone .
I recently saw a photo taken of surfers on a beach. I had never seen an image that so simply demonstrated that a single individual could cast so long a shadow.
The photo was taken as the sun was going down. I think this is very nice. The view from a modern camera drone matched my current thinking . Better still my sunset is still a fair way away.
Elegance Grace and silliness
Three of my favorite things. This painting by Sherrie smith hangs on the wall behind where I sit. The Artwork supplies the Grace and Elegance. I supply the Silliness
( Poem Below)
I read somewhere the Queen owns every British swan
probably to stop the English eating every one
Swans are graceful elegant, quite tasty it would seem
but if you get caught eating one you will feel the wrath of Queen
For recipes for cooking Swan you must refer to Geese.
Don’t do it. Less your head gets chopped off (just above the knees)
Dogs are very very honest you never see pretence.
You rarely see Chihuahuas leap a 10 foot fence
You always find Dalmatians that wear a spotty coat
never ever seen one looking like an elephant or goat.
A poodle never ever dress up to look like a great Dane
For poodle love that poodle look, so poodles look the same.
Dogs are true and faithful and never tell you lies
If they have plans to bite you – they tell you with their eyes
If doggy wants to love you, it tells you with it’s tail
They never care just who you are, or rich, poor, strong or frail.
I still remain quite handsome, although I’ve lost my teeth.
My head remains most elegant, to my personal relief
my hair remains a golden dowdy, though, refreshingly brief.
I’m best described athletic, slim and tall, gyrate
with an agile, bouncy, if not slightly hobbled gait.
With a coloring of eyes that make a blue sky look quite wrong.
I smile just like a sunrise, that lasts the whole day long.
With intelligence and an IQ that double figures match
and Wittiness so lightning fast that few can ever catch
My integrity’s unquestioned my honesty’s intact
I can’t be bought without hard cash, and that’s a well known fact.
I smell like fresh spring flowers, I’m simply a wonderful surprise.
You never ever catch me exaggerating, telling fibs, or lies.