One of those days

[Stonehead]

for some reason, all those middle-management workers in near identical suits struck me as just plain weird.

Perhaps because it is weird? The whole identikit look and mindset combined with narrow-minded blinkeredness makes me think of a sort of self-imposed soft fascism. The corporate hand in the designer glove exercising the will of the consumer majority. Shudder.

That just spoiled my lunch...

[Martin]

it's the "dead eyes" that get me, lurking in the pasty prison pallor faces - not a flicker, not a sparkle, no sign of life whatsoever - the shambling, living dead!
If I ever have to venture into the mouth of Hades (a shopping mall), I take savage delight in wearing my muddiest wellies and tatty old Barbour! - best of all, I avoid towns like the plague! In this house, even genteel old Eastbourne is referred to as "Babylon"

[Stonehead]

That just spoiled my lunch...

But I quickly found my cure...



And yes, those are sheep in the field behind the pigs.

[Martin]

"to rest my eyes in shades of green"
(Small Faces - Itchycoo Park)

[Stonehead]

"to rest my eyes in shades of green"
(Small Faces - Itchycoo Park)

I like to sit on the pile of boulders (roughly in the centre of the photo) and just chill out. Oops, no, actually I'm watching the pigs fill out and the grass grow - it's very hard work!