When Art Imitates Life

So you might have seen that the blog has had a bit of a makeover. I felt strangely exposed doing this and hitting the ‘save’ button.

You know when you get a new haircut and you feel a little apprehensive about going into work or school the next morning? A bit like that. You’re fairly sure you look OK, pretty good even, but you can’t completely rule out the possibility that people might just clutch their sides and inadvertently do that laugh that makes tea squirt out of their nose.

But at least I won’t be able to see you do that.

So what’s new? It should now be much easier to subscribe. Just click the link in the sidebar. I’ve also added a list of other links: Twitter, Facebook, Flickr and the like. And I’ve changed the font.

I’m a real sucker for fonts. Especially ones that look like they are from a vintage typewriter, old romantic that I am.

Anyway, fresh from pork cheeks success I just wanted to post this (below). I was just giving the photo a little CS treatment when Abbey decided to watch. Intently.

The scene was too good not to capture. Life imitating art imitating life. And so on.