sniggering through the snivelling

Angus

He who laughs last, laughs laughiest

I am sooooo excited, I'm over excited. I'm hysterical.  

I may have to slap my own face in a minute at this rate.

Honestly, what planet do these people live on?  

And why isn't it further away?

As she left the room I knew I should shut up.  

But you know when you should shut up because 

you really should just shut up . . . 

but you keep on and on anyway?  

Well, I had that.

What would I be doing walking the streets at night? 

As a stuffed olive gate-crashing cocktail parties?

All quotes from Louise Rennison (1951 - 2016)

obviously there's a god, now stop worrying

We cannot, of course, disprove God, just as we can't disprove Thor, fairies, leprechauns and the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

My eyes are constantly wide open to the extraordinary fact of existence. Not just human existence, but the existence of life and how this breathtakingly powerful process, which is natural selection, has managed to take the very simple facts of physics and chemistry and build them up to redwood trees and humans.

It's a horrible idea that God, this paragon of wisdom and knowledge, power, couldn't think of a better way to forgive us our sins than to come down to Earth in his alter ego as his son and have himself hideously tortured and executed so that he could forgive himself.

Let us try to teach generosity and altruism, because we are born selfish.

Isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?

By all means let's be open-minded, but not so open-minded that our brains drop out.

My thoughts, my beliefs, my feelings are all in my brain. My brain is going to rot.

The solution often turns out more beautiful than the puzzle.

All quotes from Richard Dawkins, all pictures from Woolston, taken over the past couple of days

Walked into some cold-bloodedness there

Here I come

Stomp your feet

Gotta get up

Listen to me

Bite the hand

Doctrina de homine

What the hell's this all about?

I didn't pull that trigger, I was just playing with some corner boy

Looking for the murder weapon

Doors open at nine, bro

You know me

 What skills you got that'll help you in the real world

You think your silence is worth something?

Good times, good times

The good times of today are the sad thoughts of tomorrow

Bob Marley

Unless you have bad times, you can't appreciate the good times.

Joe Torre

Life moves so fast, you gotta document the good times

Big Boi

Good times don't last so long sometimes

Levon Helm

 Who looks stupid now?

Lump Hudson

Continue straight for 3.2 miles

SatNav

Easiest thing in the world

Garth Pancake

And what, to flog a horse, that if not dead is at this point in mortal danger of expiring, does this little square represent?

Prof GH Dorr 

Madam, we must have waffles! We must all have waffles forthwith! We must all think, and we must all have waffles, and think each and every one of us to the very best of his ability...

Professor GH Dorr

Don't make me wanna go hippety hop!

Marva Munson

You used a subliminal . . .  a subliminal!

Columbo

This is a Christian house, boy. No hippity-hop language in here

Marva Munson

Waverley

“The education of our hero, Edward Waverley, was of a nature somewhat desultory. In infancy his health suffered, or was supposed to suffer (which is quite the same thing), by the air of London.” 

“Nothing perhaps increases by indulgence more than a desultory habit of reading, especially under such opportunities of gratifying it.” 

 “Once upon a time there lived an old woman, called Janet Gellatley, who was suspected to be a witch, on the infallible grounds that she was very old, very ugly, very poor, and had two sons, one of whom was a poet, and the other a fool, which visitation, all the neighbourhood agreed, had come upon her for the sin of witchcraft.” 

 “There is no better antidote against entertaining too high an opinion of others than having an excellent one of ourselves at the very same time.” 

“Here he produced two immense folded packets, which appeared each to contain a whole ream of closely written manuscript. They had been the labour of the worthy man's whole life; and never were labour and zeal more absurdly wasted.” 

“Besides, Rose Bradwardine, beautiful and amiable as we have described her, had not precisely the sort of beauty or merit which captivates a romantic imagination in early youth. She was too frank, too confiding, too kind; amiable qualities, undoubtedly, but destructive of the marvellous, with which a youth of imagination delights to dress the empress of his affections.” 

“Female forms of exquisite grace and beauty began to mingle in his mental adventures; nor was he long without looking abroad to compare the creatures of his own imagination with the females of actual life.” 

Waverley, Sir Walter Scott

We Make Our Own Future

 

I'm shopping around for something to do that no one will like

Jerry Garcia

 

 

Street art from Bristol.  Some from the Bearpit, some from Stokes Croft, some from Nelson Street.  There'll be quite a lot of this over the next few posts, from the big commissioned street art festival pieces to some less obvious but equally entertaining art.  Like this one found on a lampost :

 

 

 

Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again

Joseph Campbell

 

 

Friendship is the breathing rose

with sweets in every fold

Oliver Wendell Holmes

 

 

The criminal justice system, like any system designed by human beings, clearly has its flaws

Ben Wishaw

 

 

 After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager'

William S Burroughs

 

 

 Music is beautiful. All I have to do is play

 

you ask if I have fallen in love with you?

well, yes it  is true

 

Not that dress, it makes your ankles look like a drayhorses fetlocks

 'I want to see the manager'