now you see it now you don't

One of the reasons I like to collect pictures of graffiti is because the pieces might not be around for very long and therefore to capture a piece in a photo is to give it some longevity it may not get in its original form. And so it is with the graffiti that was on the lorry at the end of our road last night. A couple of grainy shots at dusk last night and this evening as I went to the gym I saw the pieces being cleaned from the lorry. The so-called artists deserve that. Fly-over pillars are one thing but someones property is out of order. Still, I'll flickr (pah! not a verb!) my shots irregardless (fuck it, if I can use flickr as a verb I can throw in an irregardless. My blog, my rules.)

What's in a name

The pressure was on today. Blue Boy, aka Sydney, aka Drumkeerin Lovers Friend needed to be given a name for the form that accompanies his registration microchip insertion. So, after considering Loco (Spanish for crazy), Rags (not allowed because of the association with sanitary towels says Sal), Bailey (we know a Maltese named Bailey. Also this is an unfair name as it is derived from Rumpole, not a name in its own right for a dog in his own right), Bacon (he will be liver coloured, liver and bacon, get it?), Carlos (more Spanish references for a spaniel), Dublin (the Irish thing), Spud (potato, Irish) and I am sure a few others we settled on Rowlf. I asked the gusy at work and one of them said Ralf and that got me athinking Rowlf the piano playing dog from the muppet show. And Rowlf it is.