Strolled to an urban centre for some regional culture and regional gins.


“21st century humanity feels adrift in a sea of lies, deception and falsity.”


Seems Scrabble is the answer. 

I always knew it.

The excellent #nickwarbuton @norwichartscentr.

There was also mustard seeds in a frame…

I know!

And a celebrity breath auction.

I know!


The regional gins were lovely.


Martin x

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Quantum Physics says I can be in two places at the same time.
Kennel’s in Norfolk/gallery in the Alps.
Google it.


So we went to this gallery.
In the Alps.
Here is some of the art:

What’s all that about?
Human condition innit.

Endlessly changing.

The stones are sort of a zen garden and sort of about erosion.

So the man gave us a rock and told us to engrave love or something on it.
We used a biro.
And anyway eroding love seemed a bit sad so we chose something that was kind of sad in the passing but also optimistic as changing into something new.

We then had to put the stone in a stream and the artist is going to make a map on social media or something.



Martin x

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gerund or present participle: pottering
occupy oneself in a desultory but pleasant way.

“I’m quite happy just to potter about by myself here”


But it’s not without its hazards round these parts.

You might stumble into a cream tea, catch crabs or fall head first into a community lifeboat museum.


He was quite a guy Henry Blogg.

Particularly good at taming the Devil’s Throat.

Come again?

That’s Cromer. Treacherous waters and hundreds of rescue missions from “the greatest of all lifeboatmen.”

“He was awarded the gold medal of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution three times and the silver medal four times, the George Cross, the British Empire Medal, and a series of other awards.”

But he was also beautifully modest.

He wouldn’t have, for example, written a blog.

I’m sorry.

Maybe his dog??


Martin x

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You’ve had a cup of tea, entertained the baby, watched Andrew Marr…What’s a boy to do with a head full of dreams…
That’s right!
A raft race!!
London Schmondon.


Trouble was. It was too good.
“I was hoping for a few bruises,” bemoaned the tannoy man.
No boats disintegrated and only one rather half hearted overboard.
Oh well… a local publican in a Hawaiian skirt beats another 2 hours of wingeing to the telly about Brexit.


Coming up in the Sheringham Carnival…

“Buxom beasties on the steam train.”

Once your tired of L…

Shut up Samuel Johnson.


Martin xx

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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!

“I like to think of him whizzing around the Pyrenees on a motorbike.”

And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

“He was in that film with Charlton Heston. For a second.”

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,

“He was a master of the invective form… okay, sometimes a bit cantankerous.”

When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

“He was a Marxist and I a Tory. We had some great debates. But always friendly.”

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark.

“I’m his sister. I didn’t know him. But I remember funny poems when I was 9 or 10.”

And may there be no sadness or farewell,
When I embark;

“He was just a really good companion. A companion, that’s it.”

“For tho’ from out bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

It was very sad because I had to leave him.”


When you got to these little places they usually have a lovely museum to understand more about the place.


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We fell in love with our new home all over again.

There were all these jumpers that the fishermen wore called ganseys which were also popular in Holland.

We’re an 8th Dutch.

The hands…


Or you could just go for a nice walk.

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Or both.


Martin xx

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“They lived in squares and loved in triangles.”


Like me with the local Norfolk bitches.


#queerbritishart @tate.




“Erlands firm grip on the guns barrel seems suggestive.”


Perhaps he was just worried it might ‘go off.’




“He wrestled with the competing impulses of figuration and abstraction.”


I wrestle with whether to poop inside or outside.




“References to death and it’s peace can be disrupted by undercurrents of desire.”


We’ve all been there.




“He gravitated to London where he began the visceral exploration of the human figure.”


But now we’ve moved to the seaside.


3 Colin Stars,




Martin x


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Your baby is puking, your dog is pulling, the clouds are emptying…

What do you want your husband to say at that point… to ease the pain…

“Can we got to the shell gallery?”

But then it kind of does. Ease the pain. With a little slice of loveliness.
The Peter Coke Shell Gallery. Sheringham.

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Martin xx

PS Oh, and its free.

PPS You just have to travel to the loveliest town in the world.

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#tillmans @Tate.

Some words: meat, flies, privates, necks, moss, drains, the reemergence of activism, the ocean, draughts, shrewd observations about contemporary world views, hair, weapons of mass destruction, photocopiers and a toucan.

That’s about the gist of it.

3 Colin Stars,


Martin xx

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Had to queue up with the plebs it was so busy.

Blooming joke.

They should have put a sign up.

A lady was becoming flustered.

#Hockney @tate.


Some of it I liked. Some of it I didn’t.

Some words: Splash, bottoms, parents, iPads, Yorkshire.

I liked the ones where he coloured them properly in but not the ones where he coloured them in too much.

Thats the tension inherent in Modern Art.

3 Colin Stars,


Martin x

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