Whilst out for a brief constitutional meander along the prom, my attention was captured by this pile of rocks:
I'm assuming that it was constructed by the hand of a man/woman/child as the sea is never, usually, that clever.
Saturday, 10 April 2010
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Maybe not the sea but the sea has such influence. It can cause man/women/child to compose. So it does.
When I come across something such as this it makes my mustache stick straight out because deep down I know it's for me and I don't know what it means.
I once spent two hours at an after gig party discussing the metaphor of the sea in my song lyrics with an English professor from York University.
All the other members of the band were getting drunk and picking up girls.
I'm to polite for my own good sometimes.
The little enclave of Snook's Corner I live in is shot through with arty types but the only person I know that might have constructed this piece is away on holiday.
There must be an interloper about.
Is that a rock-hard phallus or what?
regards
Canard du jour
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