#666

As many dear readers will know, I am president, founder, chief executive, member #0001 of long-running organisation “The Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society”.  In this role, I am honoured to have as esteemed member number 666 Mr Dave Bennett from Wilton in Wiltshire.  Dave is a tub-thumping archaeologist collector of images of tall things.  He is also a very fine artist and cartoonist.  And when, from our many emailic conversations, he found out about another of my whimsical wastes of time “The Welsh Space Agency (W.A.S.A.) it seemed to strike something of a chord and he sent me the two artworks you see below – the second as a Christmas present.  Dave, or course, also kindly gave us page 36 in my award-winning* book T.P.A.F.B. (Key Stages 1-4).  For the second image, Dave valiantly approached his son Ben’s mate Griff’s mum for her version of the Welsh caption.  He also then condensed this with a version from Google translate and it is near enough for me to tell you that it says “Oh my God look!  Signs of civilisation”.  And with this one cartoon, Dave neatly captures two of my obsessions, Wales in Space and of course telegraph poles.  Due to it not fitting fully on my scanner, I’ve alas cut off his trademark “Benny” signature from the WASA image.  Thanks Dave, I am indebted to you.

*  Largest pile of unsold books stored in a pantry, 2017.

Probably less likely to make my daughter Hâf’s toes curl if the caption read “Fy Nhuw! Drychwch! Arwydd o fywyd!”

Heart beat

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A short experimental film-poem about a short section of the Heart of Wales railway.

World premiere in a 2 person horse box cinema on a sloping field during Knucklas17.  I’m trying not to let it go to my head.

Diarrhoea Diorama

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Damn clever horses in these parts. Here is a highly creditable 3D model of Ailsa Craig made by a 3 year old gelding called Rheidol Bomber.
And for reference, here’s a pile of horse shit.

Farewell Juliet Tango

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Off to the aeroplane hospital you go. Hopefully to emerge transmogrified in time for Ludlow Fringe Festival. Courtesy of Matt Smart Sculptor.