An image that suggests something about ourselves, a hobby, an interest, incorporating the first initial of our name ..
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Get Well ..
One of my good friends' mum had an operation recently ... I made this as a get well card, though now it is a little belated - it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to colour it:
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Screaming Shrimp!
Over the Christmas my uncle told me a story...
One of his co-workers had recently been to visit their company in China ... After several days of being served traditional dishes and delicacies (one of which was comprised of three sparrows pinned to a board, feathers, beaks and eyes intact). He suggested to his host that perhaps, on their fourth night, they might eat something more 'western'. The host ordered a shrimp dish for him. When the meal arrived, a tureen was brought forth, filled, apparently, with dark blue-black liquid; and then, with mingled horror and amazement, the bowl emitted a high-pitched shriek.
It was, as promised, the shrimp dish. The liquid was a mixture of vodka and squid's ink - the shrimp were alive in the bowl, but slowly marinating from their insides out. Watching closer, the shrimp could been seen surfacing briefly. And the shrieking? - the shrimps' last breaths.
One of his co-workers had recently been to visit their company in China ... After several days of being served traditional dishes and delicacies (one of which was comprised of three sparrows pinned to a board, feathers, beaks and eyes intact). He suggested to his host that perhaps, on their fourth night, they might eat something more 'western'. The host ordered a shrimp dish for him. When the meal arrived, a tureen was brought forth, filled, apparently, with dark blue-black liquid; and then, with mingled horror and amazement, the bowl emitted a high-pitched shriek.
It was, as promised, the shrimp dish. The liquid was a mixture of vodka and squid's ink - the shrimp were alive in the bowl, but slowly marinating from their insides out. Watching closer, the shrimp could been seen surfacing briefly. And the shrieking? - the shrimps' last breaths.
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