Stare long enough into a cooking-pot, and the pot looks back at you

If you add dried anchovies to a soup-base, their little heads all pop out of the liquid and stare up at you like stargazy pie...

On the road

My walk to the supermarket takes me by the motorway. It was Sunday morning: no surprise to be overtaken by many many motorbikes, they often have a Sunday run out to Alston or otherwhere.

The surprise this morning: fifty-odd bikes, each one double-laden with appropriately big burly blokes, each in their black leathers and helmets - and an awful lot of pink. Pink tabards, pink glittery-things, pink feather boas, pink fairy wings. I guess it was the gay bikers out for a run. I wanted to applaud...