Little Minx. Poppity Goblet. Sausage. Boo-boo. Pussycat.

Fastidious. Minor weakness for bananas and berries. Intrigued by her own nasal cavities. Likes a wander. Bossy boots. Considerate to soft toys. Enjoys a good lick of the coe-woe before bedtime. Furtive ice cube thief. Says Chinese words. With an English accent. Snores (gently). Lacks canines. A bloody genius.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

You can take the girl out of the beach...


5 August 2007 On one of the nine sunny days that we had in London last year, we found ourselves in Kensington Gardens rolling in the grass, sunbathing and eating copious amounts of ice cream. Here you see Saffron leading by fine example.

Spot Saffron


5 August 2007 Can you spot Saffron?

Here's a little clue.

Give up?

Boo!

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Ask and you shall be given


12 April 2008 Here you go, Aunty Val. (Surely this must be worth at least 6 pairs of black skinny OGEs?). Snapped at Harlem between Powerplates and brunch, Saffron busies herself while awaiting her Pancakes-with-Pecans-and-too-much-syrup fix.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Gallery Minx reopens, minutes from the National Portrait Gallery


7 April 2008 Part of the polyptych of female heroines created by The Artist. Here you see Princess Fiona (from Shrek) flanked by the Powerpuff Girls, Minnie Mouse and Mrs Incredible. Viewed in its entirety, the other panels include Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Snow White, Ariel and Princess Jasmine. Quite possibly one of the most complete contemplations of female heroism (albeit Disney/Pixar ones) in modern times.

I once read that having pets around in an office creates a relaxing and therefore more conducive and productive work environment. In an attempt to mitigate the stress levels in my office, I thought it would be nice to bring Saffron in for a day. As it turns out, it did have a positive and chill-out effect on the rest of the office. Which unfortunately had a directly inverse relation to my sanity and composure.

When she wasn't playing hide and seek with the secretaries in the corridors and meeting rooms, Saffron was either sneaking downstairs to overfeed the mutant koi fish in our indoor pond, with crumbs of stale bread supplied by her co-conspirators, their illicit stash smuggled past the guards in innocent looking envelopes; or offering to draw brutally honest portraits of my colleagues.

I finally lured her into my room with the promise of reams of recycled paper and coloured markers and shut the door firmly behind us. These drawings are the result of Saffron's incarceration. She even went to the trouble of cleaning out our entire stock of Blutack and on her own initiative, put up all her drawings on my wall. (On the back of this drawing alone, I found 19 little balls of blutack). The result of which is this inspiring, completely gender-biased, study of cartoon heroines. All displayed at waist-level of course.

Visitors in the vicinity of Trafalgar Square are most welcome to view the polyptych. By appointment only. Some squatting and kneeling may be required.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Banksy meets Jamie Oliver


30 March 2008 Here's what I found on the back of my work diary as I was flipping through the pages on Monday morning, not quite the happiest camper, pencilling in work engagements for the next few months. It made me giggle to see the little drawing that Saffron had left me and I got to wondering what the Princess was dreaming about. My guess was that it must be a juicy burger from Lucky Seven (our all-time favourite burger joint in Notting Hill). Turns out I was way off the mark, as a quick check with the Artist clarified that the Princess is - in fact - dreaming of a sandwich. A "foie gras, honey, butter, salami, salmon and tuna" sandwich. All of her favourite things at once. Sounds good to me. Be sure to look out for it at your nearest EAT/Pret...