This may have been taken with a very early Nikon digi around about the year 2000.

At the time I was very impressed with it.

The Lobster is behind the Diana mask, look carefully and you can see his eye.

I have absolutely no recollection of why there was a Diana mask. It looks like an early model though.

I took photos of all of them on a crappy compact camera & most had camera shake because there was no light and the lens was slooooow. Shame.

When I finally got round to photographing them again the Cutty Sark had gone…

And it has been gone for a very long time now.

I can’t believe this gorgeous evidence of pent-up sailors’ sexuality will be displayed as well in the new ‘Olympics 2012′ model. No sex please, we are British and we have corporate sponsors.

Homecoming queen?

Gotta laugh…

Gizmo lays into the US of A

Not a nice place to be but the lure of the chair sirened me inside – and the gate was open… The place has become a pigeon roost big time and hundreds of them were shuffling, cooing and shitting around me. I loathe these filthy creatures.

I couldn’t go inside, despite a tempting sofa photo opp. I would have become a victim of the resident overlords. Shudder.

Greets from the Loa of the dead and sexuality. I’m Baron Lakwa and I’ll be dealing with cemeteries, graves and sex from now on so just enjoy.

Remember – we all die.



Look out for me

Some of the trees looked like they had been tagged because of the contrasty shadows patterns. And yes, these have been PP’d a bit…

As usual in Oxleas we met a huge number of dogs, especially at the cafe, and Gizmo had a whale of a time. A lovely day

Interesting light and shadow on the Power Station Pier today

EAT ME! – the fab EGP cafe fairy cake. Lewis Carroll style. If only…

Is EGP a well kept secret or something? I’d heard of it but it isn’t exactly easy to stumble across (or spell for that matter) tucked away behind the Woolwich Road.

I am roaming further with The Dog because I am heartily sick of the petty dog politics and cliques and squabbles of Greenwich Park, particularly a (very) small group of sanctimonious dog owners (the spell checker replaced wankers with dog owners…). Though why I should let them spoil the park for me is something I need to sort out. Typical addiction mindset. Focus on the 0.1% negative, forget the 99.9% good.

Well, EGP is part of the 99.9%, definitely! It has an ace cafe that serves really good reasonably priced espresso and fairy cakes. These can be ordered and paid for from the door so no need to leave The Dog (I don’t anyway and would forgo the coffee if I had to do that). The staff are super friendly and chatty and best of all, The Dog gets to run around with normal dogs walked by normal people (ie like me… lol). This could all change of course, we’ve only gone there three times.

Slightly disturbing is the plaque near the exit/entrance informing us that just behind us are the buried remains of 3000 pensioner seamen… Don’t turn around, go directly to the exit! Brought The Amityville Horror to the forebrain.

Entrance, Woolwich Road, East Greenwich