The nightmarish things before Christmas
Now here’s a thing; my parents have been gearing up for the Chrimbo celebrations and, to supplement the existing tree decorations, bought a box full of little wooden thingamajigs from a pound shop. I presume these were all manufactured in a horrible Vietnamese sweatshop, and most of them look quite passable, except for this one which is bloody hideous:
(actual size about 3cm tall)
Pretty scary, huh? What’s it meant to be - presumably a Nativity scene gone a bit wrong. It reminds me of a scene from The Omen IV (which is possibly the worst horror sequel ever).
And here’s something else I snapped on Tuesday, at Holborn Underground station:
Extraordinary. The first must see film… of 1994, I believe. I can remember people talking about Shallow Grave when I was still in school and all the cool kids were boasting that they'd got into the cinema to watch it! Shows how often some tube stations get a good clean!
On a similar note, I did recently get approached by a company who promote artists work by reproducing it on bill posters and sticking them up in vacant advertising spaces on the Underground for a couple of weeks, together with the artist's email address. It sounded tempting, but at about two to three hundred quid a time, it sounds like an ego trip I really can't afford - plus they'd probably put my poster up somewhere crap and I'd have no say in the matter, so that idea's gone in the bin.
(actual size about 3cm tall)
Pretty scary, huh? What’s it meant to be - presumably a Nativity scene gone a bit wrong. It reminds me of a scene from The Omen IV (which is possibly the worst horror sequel ever).
And here’s something else I snapped on Tuesday, at Holborn Underground station:
Extraordinary. The first must see film… of 1994, I believe. I can remember people talking about Shallow Grave when I was still in school and all the cool kids were boasting that they'd got into the cinema to watch it! Shows how often some tube stations get a good clean!
On a similar note, I did recently get approached by a company who promote artists work by reproducing it on bill posters and sticking them up in vacant advertising spaces on the Underground for a couple of weeks, together with the artist's email address. It sounded tempting, but at about two to three hundred quid a time, it sounds like an ego trip I really can't afford - plus they'd probably put my poster up somewhere crap and I'd have no say in the matter, so that idea's gone in the bin.