Archive for August, 2014


Knee rug of champions

August 28, 2014

Yesterday was a good mail day. Firstly, no bills. And secondly, no bills (I am so pleased to not get bills I figured it was worth mentioning twice). But thirdly, even better than no bills, was a particularly lovely example of the many boxes that my parents are sending over to me with the things I couldn’t fit in a suitcase.

Now the box itself was not that lovely, it was just a box… what made this box particularly lovely was what it contained inside. Along with my stinky sneakers was, quite literally, the best knee rug ever made.

(For anyone following and wondering: yes, this is the parcel I was bitching about on facebook; yes, it contained my sneakers; no, it didn’t make everything smell like my feet, my mother had the foresight to wrap the shoes in plastic.)

The knee rug was made for me as a ‘leaving the country’ gift by a very dear friend. I know it took many hours to make and I am so flattered that someone thinks I am worth that amount of effort.

I can’t make any anatomical comparisons with this one of course, coronal rhymes with wool maybe… ok that is a stretch, but this is simply too good not to share!


Thank you to the wonderful person who gave me this incredible gift, I shall cherish it and our friendship forever!


PS: Jen – what’s another name for pirate treasure…? Miss you!


For friends and family – update on friends with pants

August 16, 2014

This is the first in what will be quite a few non-skull related posts here. My inability to keep up to date with one blog has eliminated any possibility of me keeping two (one personal and one skullinal) so I am just combining the two. If you are friend or family this post is for you. If I don’t know you but you want to read anyway, that is creepy, but I am the one posting this on the net – so ok. I’m not in a position to be knocking back friends so add yourself to that group (family is obviously a harder door list to get added to).

So today is my 42nd day in London. Six weeks would have been a more logical way to describe that, but anyway.

Thank you to everyone who has been in touch. Everyone who hasn’t is now officially a jerk. To ease your worried minds I am safe, housed, clothed, employed and have not yet become mentally or physically ill. So things are going pretty well.

A back home friend (hi Adamin!) recently asked me if I had made any friends over here… And while everyone has been incredibly welcoming and friendly, I am not really sure that I have. I have certainly found a number of people that I enjoy spending time with… but they are all of the variety that when they say, “would you like to go out and do X”, my answer would be “sure, let me go home and put on some make up and good pants.”

When really, I am more in the market for friends that I can respond with “let me go home and take off my make up and pants. I’ll leave the door open – I’ll be on the couch watching TV. Let yourself in.”

To be fair, I have probably only really made 2 or 3 of these friends in my lifetime. By that maths I can only really expect to make one every 10 or so years, so I shouldn’t hold my breath. But in a city the size of London, surely there are other lazy slobs to be found. A roadmap to them might be nice. Or a treasure map? Seeing as I have now established the requirement for pants as my litmus test for a good friendship, maybe I should just try my luck on the streets pantless? I’ll keep you all updated on my pantless friend progress anyway…

And lets round things out for today with a rainbow. This one is from out of my bedroom window and is ending in the BBC buildings around the corner. I might go look for the gold this afternoon. Possibly without pants.



Ecce Animal – Diddo

August 16, 2014

I am going to assume that you were not all totally asleep like I was and missed this one… or maybe it wasn’t reported in the Southern Hemisphere… but this skull is made out of cocaine!

While the sound of it does give me mental images of Dr Rockso (if you haven’t watched Metalocalypse please do, you are missing out) the skull itself is really much less vulgar than the rock’n’roll clown is making me picture.


Dr Rockso – he does cocaine.

In fact, it is really quite beautiful. The piece is really well proportioned considering it is made of an illegal substance. It has very well defined ramus of the mandible and angular zygomatic bones.

He sure is pretty (we’re calling it a him because of his wide, square jaw)!

The artist Diddo has it listed on his website as a commissioned piece so your chances of seeing it in person are pretty slim. We can only hope it has taken pride of place in someone’s collection and hasn’t accidentally been snorted.