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Taking photos of the house before they fix it so they will be able to show off their before and after pictures.
Mister Wingéd Frog was made for me by my friend, the artist Jeremy Dennis (now Jeremy Day) back in 1999. He's a Natural History Museum shop frog with cardboard butterfly wings (possibly two sets glued together as the wings are patternd on the underside too). He's getting a bit old now, and I've had to make minor repairs to his wings with Blu-Tack, but he's still going strong...
For this performance the ‘Dinosaurs! Dinosaurs!’ song had different dinosaurs so that they could include stegosaurus.
Mister Wingéd Frog was made for me by my friend, the artist Jeremy Dennis (now Jeremy Day) back in 1999. He's a Natural History Museum shop frog with cardboard butterfly wings (possibly two sets glued together as the wings are patternd on the underside too). He's getting a bit old now, and I've had to make minor repairs to his wings with Blu-Tack, but he's still going strong...
After heroically chopping off a three-metre hunk of leylandii from our hedge, Jeremy attempts to drag it home from our neighbour’s garden.
A gaggle of avid gallery-goers goggle the comics of the Caption Comics Collective collection of comics at the Jam Factory café-cum-gallery.
Mark is looking at comics by D’Israeli.
Dan is reading an Iron Man script by Daniel Merlin Goodbrey. Enviously.
Photos from talks and panels at Caption 2010 – Mad Science Caption! Jeremy Day and Damian Cugley react to Melinda Gebbie's talk.
Tim persevered and managed a very neat rendition of the tricky Tracking Station origami model. Jeremy sets it off nicely with lovely fresh blue hair.
Debra supplied us with balloons for the MCR a couple of weekends ago, and somehow a couple ended up accompanying us to ATP. Jeremy discovered that one of them was very long, and blue.
Friday. Loch Morlich. Stomping along the path in a natural example of one-point perspective. Alex's rucksack is visible as the red dot at the intersection of the diagonals implied by the path and the distant mountains.
Down at the Honeypot pub one lunchtime. Jeremy is drinking Hoegaarden beer out of its traditional head-sized glass.
Our chalet (in an off-season Butlins) sleeps seven people, and has a separate lounge and kitchen nook. It turns out that chalet does not exist as a word in the T9 dictionary, so we had to call it a ‘bicket’ instead.
Jeremy is showing Debra her camera. Looks like its flash fired the same instant I took my photo.
Tearning weeds out of our new concrete expanse. In the background you can see our neighbour’s extension being built.
Jeremy arrives just too late to prevent Jonathan South from being frozen in mahoganite (the more ecologically sound alternative to carbonite).