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"The letter called up visions of heavy sport on the high seas, mano a mano with giant sailfish and world-record marlin... Reeling the bastards in, fighting off sharks with big gaffs, strapped into a soft white-Naugahyde fighting chair in the cockpit of a big power cruiser ... then back to the harbour at dusk for a brace of gin and tonics, tall drinks in the sunset, lounging around in cool deck chairs while the crew chops up bait and a strolling mariachi band roams on the pier, wailing mournful Olmec love songs..." #boating #regentscanal #bathtime #hst
I quite like being clean-shaven sometimes. #silly #cleanshaved #cheeks #nofilter
I used to climb trees a lot. Amongst other things it taught me that, if you can, you should interact with objects using all your senses. A bit like dogs do. Don't just look at it. Touch it, listen to it, climb on top of it, maybe even taste it, though don't taste the bit you might've pissed on. Trees feel and respond differently depending on what parts you climb, how high you go, how strong the wind is. You can hear and feel them creak in the breeze and the gusts. I don't think I've licked a tree, but I have kissed them in some kind of pagan ritual of appreciation - usually on the high branches which were often smooth, and which constantly saved me from falling. In the picture I'm 17 and on holiday somewhere - I had been feeling a bit lost until finding a familiar place amid the boughs. #trees #objects #nature #philosophy #senses #climbing
Back at the Crown with @toilingyu and the lads @erasmus_yu and @danieljamesbrown84 | Smoking Break | cheers Segar and Snuff down at Covent Garden Market . . . . #hair #smokey #mensstyle
It's a baby bolt! Awwww! The big and relatively modern bolt is there like "you're so old fashioned, baby bolt. You generation Xers or whoever think you're so smart and innovative but really you're just - at best - Disraeli Conservatives." And baby bolt is like "shut up Dad, just because you never made enough to clear the mortgage and because Mum left you for an engine mechanic in Bromley, doesn't mean I have to fuck my life up too. Social democracy, Dad, I mean - the very idea! Capitalism is the end of history, you'll have to accept it sooner or later!" And big bolt is like "Shut up you class traitor, even Fukuyama says that was a mistake you lazy shit!" Uh... #bolts #security #cute #politics
I am a caring and responsible oven operator. #cooking #ovens #vintage #truthhurts
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