I'm not quite right at all...am I?

Gordon Bennett. Tony Hart. They had style. They had grace. Bernie Clifton and Peter Glaze.

So I came back from France and went back to work...and not a day goes by when I don't think of goblins. Must have been that Labyrinth DVD on freezeframe back in St Mandrier. That and Stephen Fry saying 'Yeeerrrs' and now I have Catherine Tate's 'How very dare you!' rattling around inside my swede, like a New York conversation.

A Picture of Britain at the Tate - ah - that's what being British is all about. David Dimbleby and rolling mountains. David Dimbleby rolling down mountains. Grand. Will Young in the pissing rain at Kenwood - moist pork pies and bits of grit caught up in my little scotch eggs. Britain Britain Britain.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The Sunday Times said 'Originality has gone for a Burton' (side-clutchingly funny) while The Observer found Charlie 'Dark and delicious'. It's Roald Dahl...it's Tim Burton...it's Johnny Depp - how could this be bad it any way, shape or chocolate frog? It wasn't. And to have Grandpa Joe played by Albert, the one-armed washer-upperer from Robin's Nest was a treat beyond all candy.

I've decided to take evening classes in early Netherlandish painting. Still crazy after all these years.

Hmmm

Dahlesque madness

The Merode triptych and all that symbolism's called Rezeptionsvorgaben

Chocolat 2