Tate.....
Tate Modern, Yesterday
Who hell him?
- Delmonti
- Addlestone, Surrey, United Kingdom
- I remember once imagining what my life would be like, what I'd be like. I pictured having all these qualities, strong positive qualities that people could pick up on from across the room. But as time passed, few ever became any qualities that I actually had. And all the possibilities I faced and the sorts of people I could be, all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer. Until finally they got reduced to one, to who I am. And that's who I am.
Visits
and it's over to Tom for the Weather...
9 comments:
dude, what is this?? this is fucking awesome!
wow... at least I made someone's day...
and I am huge fan of photography, it looks great, at first I thought it was digitized...
It's the Tate Modern Gallery in London. Used to be an old power station. I'm working about 200 yards away from it and thought I'd take some pictures.
Glad you like it.... and glad you posted a comment, I think it's made my day ;-)
Mel, there's more on my Flickr account, go have a look and leave some comments or notes...
Tate modern is cool - but I can only cope with it for a couple of hours at a go. Surrealism starts to mess with my head and I no longer know who I am. Last time I was at a police station explaining my name and occupation as Brenda the full-time merkin stylist - what? obviously its a subliminal desire! (http://www.merkinworld.com/)
Bloody Hell -
Where do you find the time to do these things!
Too much time obviously!
Sun by: Grandpa Potts
Song: Posh!
Movie: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang!
This is livin', this is style, this is elegance by the mile
Oh the posh posh traveling life, the traveling life for me
First cabin and captain's table regal company
Whenever I'm bored I travel abroad but ever so properly
Port out, starboard home, posh with a capital P-O-S-H, posh
The hands that hold the scepters, every head that holds a crown
They'll always give their all for me they'll never let me down
I'm on my way to far away tah tah and toodle-oo
And fare thee well, and Bon Voyage arrivederci too
O the posh posh traveling life, the traveling life for me
First cabin and captain's table regal company
Pardon the dust of the upper crust--fetch us a cup of tea
Port out, starboard home, posh with a capital P-O-S-H, posh
In every foreign strand I land the royal trumpets toot me
The royal welcome mat is out
They 21 gun salute me
But monarchies are constantly commanding me to call
Last month I miffed (missed) the (a) Mufti but you can't oblige them all
Oh the posh posh traveling life, the traveling life for me
Oh rumpetly tumpety didy didy dee dee dee dee dee
Oh the posh posh traveling life, the traveling life for me
First cabin and captain's table regal company
When I'm at the helm the world's my realm and I do it stylishly
Port out, starboard home, posh with a capital P-O-S-H
P-O-S-H, P-O-S-H...
Posh
okay, i totally havent been to your blog or anyone else's since osmetime last week, i have a lot of catching up to do...
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