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2006

Tuesday 2nd January, 2007

In assorted images…

Patrick Wolf, Union Chapel, 19th December

Thursday 21st December, 2006

“Ben, this is going to be one of the most superb gigs in the history of music. You will enjoy because it’s impossible not to…”

All pictures taken from the magic position of the front row.

Video footage here

Amazing what you find looking for spinach muffins

Sunday 10th December, 2006

If you look very closely, you can just see the little dribble of wee running down her leg as she tries to stay calm.

Thank you, Beth.

Dragon fruit

Saturday 2nd December, 2006

Isn’t it wonderful?! So plump and bright and jolly and garishly alien!

I should eat this for breakfast more often.

Domestica

Thursday 9th November, 2006

“We don’t talk anymore.”
“It’s not you, it’s me.”

“Er… morning. What was your name again?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“You answer the phone.”
“No, it’s your turn to get up.”

“How many times have I told you kids?”

“What if someone hears us?”

“He’s never worked late before.”

I Want One

Saturday 4th November, 2006

There is no joy sweeter than making baby Katie smile.

Scary Dinosaurs

Friday 3rd November, 2006

Scary dinosaurs. Scary dinosaurs.

What kind of pussy gets scared by dinosaurs that look like these?

I’ve seen more scary things growing on a butternut squash.

Florence

Monday 30th October, 2006
Images from the most disastrous holiday in recent history are now available for public perusal:

We laugh about it now.

A slow day in the M&S advertising department

Wednesday 25th October, 2006
“Just say what you see.”

The Last Rosé of Summer

Monday 25th September, 2006

As the Summer of 2006 dribbles into what is now becoming known as Big September, and The Crap is forever consigned to the bottomless pit of Ben’s miscellaneous technology drawer, we are left with these few images of the past few months…









Wolf

Sunday 10th September, 2006

Addendum:

Dear Mr Wolf, imagine my surprise when I today discovered I could have easily obtained a job for one evening working your personal dressing room on the 1st of October at The Zodiac, Oxford, but am unable to attend because, yet again, I am on F***ING HOLIDAY…

Would anything else like to announce its taking place during this week? Perhaps Kirsty MacColl and Cass Elliot might like to come back from the dead for one night and put on an impromptu concert in my garden? Or perhaps Faber or Pengiun might like to offer record advances to anyone called Ben who’s writing a novel? Or why not go the whole hog and have a police box materialise in my living room with the keys left in the lock?

Bitter? Frustrated? Spoilt and throwing a temper tantrum? Goodness, no. What on Earth makes you think that?

Only a true Brit could complain about having to go on holiday.

And just before I hit the ground I hear you calling

Sunday 20th August, 2006

Snapshots of Summer

Wednesday 2nd August, 2006