Guy's super-duper pictures: May 2005

After wandering (and wondering) for many days in the wilderness, I ended up in Oxford. Knowing Philip Pullman was controlling my movements, I ignored the philosophical difficulties and moved irresistably to the Botanic(al) Gardens. Only some memories remain, which happily ended up on a Sony MemoryDisk [tm] in my possession in JPEG format. What luck! The incident turned me into a joyful, happy-go-lucky hippy, so I share these pictures with all of you. Fly, my pretties, fly! ((c) 2005 All rights reserved).

"If flowers took over the world". Quite tempting, actually.

Looks like flowers, dear.

More bloody flowers?

Lots of flowers. Uncaring, carefree flowers.

Why do trees have a special effect on us? Why do I just want to walk up to one and hug it until I get hungry and go eat a burger? Is it for evolutionary reasons? Is it for creationist reasons? Maybe we'll never know... Maybe we'll never know anything. Goddamn.

A big flower. Or is it a zoom-in on a small flower? Or does it in fact not exist except as part of a Matrix marketing campaign? Maybe we'll never know... (except I assure you it does exist, for crying out loud).

See, it's in Oxford. I don't lie for fun, you know. Only for business.

Tiny little flowers (as opposed to tiny big ones).

As artistic as this photo is, the truth is that people don't look like this (as well as not looking like this).

This is the colour I would want my car to have. They should really join up with car manufacturers. I'm such an entrepreneurial spirit.

Goodness, a flower!

Another plant, but with different colours.

Whilst solving a crime as part of a sub-plot on the afterlife and how weird it is, I stumbled on tiny little insects that had nothing to do with God, so were probably excised from the published edition.

It appears to be a plant.

So apparently I was in Gregynog, Wales for a few days, and in between listening to pleasantly surprisingly interestingly interesting lectures on statistical matters of all sorts, I managed to take some pictures, and some of them appear below, even though they've already been posted. I'm sure I'm doing something wrong. Now that I think about it, I probably am. Oh well. Enjoy them anyway, if you can.

I didn't know if he was being welcoming or threatening, so I shook his hand anyway. [No, I don't know what the hell it is either. Beyond being a large, concrete hand, smart ass. Did you touch it? No, you didn't. So don't joke about it. Unless you really need to].