I've been ejected from the golf course management degree (even though I never hit a golf ball). It wasn't only the constant fear of being hit by a ball, it was all the fertilizer I inhaled from the greens. I'm now studying 'Pataphysics, the science of the particular, the science of 'laws governing exceptions'. I've swapped golf holes (green holes) for Black holes.
Showing posts with label Bench Cuisine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bench Cuisine. Show all posts
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Saturday, 16 July 2011
Bench Cuisine
Known this bench for 22 years, and in all that time I’ve never seen anyone eating on the bench or, the bench eating anything sitting on it. Yet now, just as I’m about to leave London to go and live in Brighton, I keep coming across ‘bench cuisine’.
To be continued…
It started off quite innocently - like all good bench meals – with bread. But the foods soon turned much darker (and I don’t mean toast). It was as if the bench knew I was leaving and had decided to try and keep me in London, and as every park bench knows: the way to a man’s heart is through his seat.
In his book, Teach Us To Sit Still (2011), Tim Parks - no relation to the bench – does some research on the Aneros anal massage and sex toy: ‘God knows why the male G spot was put up the arse but there we go, if its done correctly along with stimulation of the penis the orgasm is out of this world! Try it!’
Sandwiched between the two bread images (in bread with?) - the first made in January, the latest yesterday - was a bench cuisine menu so bizarre that, I just had to keep going back for more.
To be continued…
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