there's a gaggle of art students hanging around leatherlane sketching (in a strangely timeless way) market scenes. There was one lass in the cafe just now drawing us diners as we tucked in. When she went to pay i sneaked a look at her work it was really good, lots of detailed drawings of people's food so detailed it felt like the pies followed you round the room.
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what kind of artist was she; flaky or traditional?
I reckon she was flaky a s although she was quite suet she left her choux under the table...
aaaaaaarghhh - or however it is that groand are spelled
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The funny thing is (unlike my bad puns) both the poker story and artist in the cafe story are largely true I just can't resist a pun or indeed a bun (sadly)
And I still can't do typing on a stupid bloody touch screen thingy
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