All I found was cigarettes and alcohol - It doesn't seem that many years ago when vending machines like these were a common sight on walls outside of newsagents and corner shops. This old Senior Service cigarette vending machine is in Deal, Kent. The most impressive vending machine that I can remember was at Canterbury swimming pool in the early 1970s. You inserted some coins and after a short wait a portion of hot salted chips was dispensed. Discovering this machine after living on the edge of a cliff in Cornwall was like being promoted from The Flintstones to The Jetsons.
Into the misty morning sun - Young seagull on the end of the jetty in Broadstairs.
Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg - Both Lin and myself have had colds all over Christmas, but today mine has taken a turn for the worse and developed into the deadly Man Flu virus (no, I'm not exaggerating, it is deadly!). So all week, fresh lemons and root ginger have been our best friends, and probably because I've also been adding raw garlic to the mixture they have been our only friends.
Shining in the sun, covering up the shore - Ornate shell.
A ragged cup, a twisted mop - Close up detail of a bench in the Sailor's Church, The Royal Harbour, Ramsgate.
Bird bird bird, the bird is the word - I listen to nearly all my music either directly from my computer or with my iPod. At home my computer is connected to my hi-fi and if I'm out walking I use the iPod, even in the van the iPod connects to the van's radio. I do still buy vinyl, both new and second hand, but don't get around to listening to it very often. I recently bought this box set by The Cramps, it contains ten 7" 45s all pressed on nice thick vinyl. When I played them it was a revelation, almost like hearing the songs for the first time again. It's really worth the effort to get up every three minutes and flip the record over. I really hope vinyl will be here for a few more decades yet.
But when that certain look comes on her face - It's official, if you like sprouts with your Christmas lunch you no long have to worry about the consequences, well not too much anyway. Sainsbury's have published a list of the worst (or maybe that should be the best) vegetables for making you fart. The humble Brussel sprout only makes it to third spot. Second is parsnip and top of the pops are these little beauties the Jerusalem artichoke. Perhaps this is why they are widely known as fartichokes!
