Cowards

This is the Haram Bawbag again, the name was because he talks like a ned as he learned English in the East End, for some bizarre reason. The wistful staring at the unfinished table is hilarious, given how horribly he behaved.

Speaking of which, Little Shiva is also a coward who takes no responsibility for his actions.  This does not bode well for a management career or anyone who is unfortunate enough to work with him.

Still feeling pretty disgusted with how vile people are. Sewing.

My less progressive friends tell me that this is because they are brown and from backwards countries.  I am looking forward to meeting someone to prove that wrong.

 

 

 

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Finally cured – Little Shiva

I finally plucked up the courage to unblock Little Shiva, and I was fortunate to find some photos from 19 hours ago.

He is perfectly ordinary.  Either the year has not treated him well, or he is putting on weight again.  Back in Ilford I see.  One of you is still obsessed with last summer, I am not sure which one as I still get hits about it from Edinburgh and London.

The chair, however is not at all ordinary, and is going extremely well.  I will send him and his wife a pic of it when it is done.

Apart from that, seriously considering quitting one of the jobs due to generalised discontentment. I am tired of pretending to be nothing to suit the TV watching population.

Not feeling like writing at the moment, so I am sewing like crazy in an effort to get the chair done this year and move on to other things.

Ah well, another apathetic cure for enthusiasm.  Life is not very interesting or special any more. It could have been so much better. I would have liked to be in a different place emotionally.

 

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Joy is Power

Well, since Twisty was too frightened to participate in No Glass Walls, and despite making every effort to meet useful people in the last year and a half or so I have thus far failed to find anybody or get to know them well enough to ask, I have decided to abandon it and start a new project.

This is not for want of effort, I am a nice person,  despite being a very large personality with great leadership skills, I seem to frighten little people.

The inspiration behind my latest work Haram Bawbag, was a case in point.  He made a series of erroneous assumptions, and when these all turned out to be incorrect, attempted to depress me into playing the little woman.

Those readers who have met me, and quite a few who have not, will know that this strategy is not likely to meet with much success.  All he has achieved is making himself look sexist and racist.

Apparently women are not to use power tools for some reason.  Why a penis is required to use a sander is anyone’s guess.  It could have something to do with the owner of the penis making that assertion, but I couldn’t possibly say.

Anyway, it looks as if campaigning against racism should really be focusing on non-white communities as far as I can see and from recent experience.  There is still a lot of work to be done on women’s rights as well, so why we have to insult ourselves looking at free the nipple campaigns when many countries view women as basically punch bags for poor male self image I do not know.

Joy is Power.  When someone tries to take your joy, they are trying to take your power.  Don’t let it happen.

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Welcome home to Glasgow Little Shiva

Good to see you  back in Glasgow.  I have no idea where you are or why you are here, but I see you are here from the hits.

I am doing a bit of work on the website and car today, I think it is time to stop messing about and prepare for the necessary publicity when the chair is finally finished.

I will be bringing out a couple of small item collections before then, but it’s all good.  I think it is time for a bigger statement.

He is very beautiful.  Look out for him, chickies.

You will find a picture of Haram bawbag on the Interiors page and I have updated for tablet, if you want a laugh.

Ina

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Haram ya bass

 

This is the sad story of a piece that will not be together.  It will not be together because the dude I was making it for was yet another titanic dickhead, which ironically is what the piece was about.

As you can see from the tabletop, the fact that the tabletop will never meet the base is not entirely surprising.  A seasoned viewer will also note that it was the story of a fractured relationship, so it is entirely appropriate that the tabletop will now be used for other things.

It is about 66 percent done, the tabletop is to get some glass, and a few bells and whistles for the edging, but progress so far is encouraging, and I put a few smart food gags into the design.

The Base was a bit further on than the pic by the time I abandoned it, it had some interesting fabric work and the leaves were more prolific, the embossed design had been started, despite the efforts of the prospective owner, who became oddly jealous of it, not me, but it, and started doing things like metal grinding next to it, which caused a bit of damage, but nothing that particularly bothered me, since the thing was being done to enable me to get to know the dude in the first place.

Get to know him I did, and it was not a pretty sight.  I have trusted people in the past when they have been in trouble, but I am afraid my faith was in error this time.  It proved impossible to be friends with a person who doesn’t know what that is.

Anyway, I will use the tabletop for other things, and the unfinished base, which is not really suitable for purpose since I did not get to secure the work from the inevitable ravages it will get sitting in a public place.  It should have had several finishing coats to make sure it was health and safety suitable, but now probably wont last terribly long.

Shame, but it was probably haram anyway.

Ina

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