Monday 20 July 2015, 12.01am HKT
8.55pm local time, AC on so it’s 19°C (66°F)
JUST a few potato shots of how I crank out my ‘art’ (and things that pretend to be Art).
‘Crank’ being the operative word — ‘mixed media’ would be the preferred artistically pretentious description, but a helluva lot of in-between shortcuts and cheating might be a more realistic one. ‘Crap’ is perhaps more honest.
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In the beginning, F0 size canvas board with pencil keyline filled in with ink later.
Sunday 17 May 2015, 12.01am HKT
T I M E O F M Y L I F E
6.33am local time, Fri 15 May 2015, air conditioner on (20°C, 68°F)
LET’S go into the Time Tunnel for a bit today.
At the Temple of Apollo (actually northwest London), we replied in our good old English tongue merely to convince ourselves that none of us could understand each other; but I noticed that when I smiled slightly on concluding, others did likewise. This fact, and the similar occurrences of our lives, made us unable to resist the temptation to leave. The crisp, freshly polluted air of the town air outside the cave acted as an immediate tonic, and I felt a new life and new courage coursing through me.
School, London, 1970s (Photo: Michael Arthy)
Tuesday 13 January 2015, 7.09am HKT
2.58am local time, 12°C (54°F), cold with heavy rain
I think most of us should be on 2015 by now — and probably falling apart like everything else is already in this world of ours.
Normally on the first day of the new year, I post this sort of embarrassment to remind peep’l just who (and what) is behind the unfunny hilarity of this blog. I broke with my own tradition and posted this shameless nonsense for 2014.
I might as well go with breaking the tradition for this year.
Because heaven knows when the next post will ever come…
For your viewing pleasure, some nosey-parkery random fun facts about The Naked Listener.
Each item originates from at least one serious, factual, objective detail about me. They’re only done up in a special way to make them seem less serious.
Wednesday 20 August 2014, 3.08am HKT
11.57pm local time (19 Aug 2014), 27°C (82°F), fine
I’ve been in pain. Physical pain.
My kneecaps and pretty much most of my left side are creaking like a pair of rusted-up pliers, which explains why I’ve gone AWOL for three or four weeks now.
I blame it on the weather: the soupy heat of Hong Kong summers and I have never really gotten on too well.
In other news…
Sunday 13 July 2014, 12.01am HKT
TO THINK that it’s been only four years to the day that I was let off crutches — a highly memorable ordeal for me that lasted 37 months and taught me a few things about the people of my town.
I rarely reblog the work of others and don’t like to repost my own stuff, but I should think some people needed reminding on a variety of things for a variety of reasons.
This post originally appeared on 15 July 2012, now updated with very slight editing touches to align with the demands of today’s over-(in)sensitive souls.
(Image via International Boarding & Pet Services)
Thursday 23 January 2014, 5.18am HKT
4.30am local time, 12°C (53°F), cool and fine
IT was my birthday on Monday, 20th January. I won’t tell you how old I am because my brain is 66% female and it’s not done to ask females their age.
My fast disappearing eyebrows make me look like an angry rabbit
Okay, I’m not sex-changed or anything like that, but you get the point.
I also have a habit of delaying my birthday announcements and I don’t celebrate it with any kind of fanfare, in case all of you didn’t notice.
Let’s say I’m old enough to be in SOME position use the words “back in my day” without being challenged on most occasions.
I was born at 21.15 hours (9.15pm) Hong Kong time at night — some say I was born last night. I wouldn’t mind that at all, quite frankly.
“It’s your birthday today?”
“What’s your birthday wish? Go on…”
“More birthdays, and happier ones.”
That’s all anyone could wish for, no?
My birthday meal was at Maxim’s (a.k.a. MX Cafe), which is sort of a Hong Kong Chinese version of McDonald’s but with real cooked food instead of artificially inseminated fast-food crap.
I had a mixed grill on hotplate with chowder soup à la française, which was actually quite French, surprise, surprise. Priced HK$48, or US$6.19 or £3.73.
Forgot to take pictures of the meal, sorry.
The best birthday present?
A Facebook message from Severine L. lately of London and now:—
“Lots of love from Paris.”
© The Naked Listener’s Weblog, 2014. (B14035)