PUDGE'S SELF IMAGE

I think it is time I gave Marcel another talking to... Marcel has pointed out on occasion that Léon has special ears, hinting at aeronautical abilities akin to those of Dumbo the elephant - evil boy! I prefer to tell him he's special - after all he just isn't our Pudgeman without the ears.
When asked the other day at nursery to draw a self portrait however, he came home with this!

Marcel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MURAL

Léon and Anna's bedroom is finally finished
Originally uploaded by PhylB

As my flickr friends may have noticed, I have been working on a 360 degree dinosaur mural in the babies' room for the last few weeks.
I guess all in all there is no more than four or five days work involved but when you can only start it every day at 9pm once Léon is in bed, and you have to do it in 1 hour chunks so you can feed Anna, do homework with Charlotte and talk to Marcel, and you are generally in bed by 11pm, then a week's task suddenly stretches to an eternity. Anyway, my bit is now complete. So all I need is to convince Thomas to take some time off his gardening schedule to stick down the laminate and we can move in Léon's bed straight away, and ultimately Anna's cot much later.
I wish I had the time to do some more murals. I did them for all the kids in my old house too.

RIP DOUGAL

I can't help but notice that poor Dougal has finally died and his stuffed body is being used ornamentally outside Silverburn shopping centre - who on earth thought a stuffed Dougal was in any way aesthetically pleasing or a positive addition to the Pollock landscape? Who decides what is artistic and what isn't, I wonder?

BT BUILDING, GLASGOW

I don't think I am completely reactionary when it comes to architecture - sure I love old buildings like in Paris or the tenements in the West End in Glasgow, but I don't mind some modern stuff too (60s and 70s rough-cast monstrosities omitted, that goes without saying), however what on earth is this nonsense? I mean someone was probably paid more than my annual salary to design these 5 varyingly-coloured turds blocking the entrance to the BT telecom building in central Glasgow - come on - when did this become art?

THE SCREAMING HAS STOPPED

I see they finally found it - I'm glad :-)