Sunday, September 13, 2009

Shears? Really?

Garden shears aren't exactly the first thing that springs to mind in association with Priapus.



(A sickle is probably the second thing.)

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Thwarted ambition

This potato couldn't decide whether it wanted to be a duck, or a Henry Moore sculpture... but it ended up just a potato.



Still, so far it's avoided the pot. I can't make up my mind what manner of cooking would best honour its higher spuddity.

In which It Has Gone Too Far