Poor Frank Raw

I find the colours to be primary, overdone and unsubtle. You may notice I'm not a fan 😀

It may be an unpopular opinion. He is apparently England's Greatest Living Artist™. OTOH perhaps the emperor's clothes are transparent...

His whole iPad thing reduces his bad work to bad digital work and ends up looking like a child did it in MS Paint in 1992.

I can't comment on the others but this dissing is justified IMHO. Hockney went through his Ravilious-esque period a few years ago but they were flat, awful things with no appreciation of perspective in landscape, yet he is lauded as "England's greatest living artist". Jesus, no.

Tipped with garlic, obvs.

David Hockney review – a 90-metre vision of nature that only looks great on your phone The artist has stitched together 100 iPad paintings into a vast digital frieze – but the results risk undermining the pleasure in simple beauty which was his great gift to British art

Controversial view (possibly): David Hockney's work has been flat, lifeless, shite with no sense of perspective since 1975: www.theguardian.com/artanddesign...

Unplug it and bury it at the crossroads.

Fancy.

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Came back and there was this freshly turned soil. Maybe someone called in and generously did some gardening for us. How kind.

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Ai generated St Patrick's day banner with lots of tweeness and unbelievable surroundings around the main logo.

Saw this horror of AI in the Dun Laoghaire shopping Center today…. (zoom in around the arc of “letters” around the main greeting)

A problem with social media is the paradox of connection, where connections are abundant but ultimately not very deep. In order to know someone well you need to spend time with them often, ideally the old-fashioned way, by turning them into an animal familiar cursed to accompany you for all eternity

The bastards don't deserve it. That's if there were any bastards under that soil. Three of them. I'm saying nuthin and you can't make me.

A soil area 16 x 4 ft in lawn beside a pond. Big enough for quite a few burials.

I apologise for the lack of letter carving recently, but we are in the awful process of moving house. Fortunately the current garden is big enough to lose a few bodies. I can neither confirm nor deny a viewer, estate agent or surveyor visited before this freshly dug plot appeared next to the pond.

And that's why we've got your back 👍

Friends don't let friends drink absinthe.

"A real war with real death and real suffering being treated like it’s a video game — it’s sickening."
-Cardinal Blase J. Cupich, archbishop of Chicago
www.archchicago.org/statement/-/...

I didn't finish it but I believe I did cane it a bit.

Drink it lying down. Clear your diary for a couple of days afterwards.

Wuss.

Only had it a couple of times and I am fully in favour if it being made illegal again. The headaches from that (same goes for tequila) are memorable, and not in a good way.

And I love it.

Nice raw in a salad with orange segments, pine nuts, white wine vinegar and olive oil.

It *is* a worry. Though at the slow-food speed of service in France the pastis would have mellowed before the starter arrived.

Posh version of sitting on the washing machine I guess.

Fennel?

No. Hideous things.

Both. Obvs. Pastis while perusing the menu, a P Fumé with the starter and a red Santenay with the rabbit. In years gone by I might have ended the evening with Bas Armagnac and a cigar but these days either would be deleterious to my wellbeing. Having both would be 💀