Sometimes I see strange things in the world and take pictures of them. Perhaps you’ll like them too. If you don’t, tough, they’re here anyway and now you’re looking at them. Also, some people ask about my creepy puppet, so there’s a picture of that too.

Alas poor Yorrick, he was delicious, Horatio. (This is a chocolate skull. I haven’t been able to bring myself to eat it yet.)

Alas poor Yorrick, he was delicious, Horatio. (This is a chocolate skull. I haven’t been able to bring myself to eat it yet.)

This creepy puppet lives with me. I found him in a charity shop and felt compelled to buy him. Sometimes he whispers at night.

This creepy puppet lives with me. I found him in a charity shop and felt compelled to buy him. Sometimes he whispers at night.

I love dummies and things that seem eerily almost human, but not quite. I bought the bonnet when I was at Chawton House doing an event.

I love dummies and things that seem eerily almost human, but not quite. I bought the bonnet when I was at Chawton House doing an event.

A ladder for fairies , probably

A ladder for fairies , probably

This is a wig for a mummy, in a London museum. So curly. So unsettling.

This is a wig for a mummy, in a London museum. So curly. So unsettling.

I found these wings in Mexico City and briefly became an avenging angel.

I found these wings in Mexico City and briefly became an avenging angel.

These rats in my local park inspired the Dragon Masters in The Monster in the Lake. Feel a bit bad about making them evil though. They’re very sweet, I think, the park rats.

These rats in my local park inspired the Dragon Masters in The Monster in the Lake. Feel a bit bad about making them evil though. They’re very sweet, I think, the park rats.

I end up with a lot of dead technology knocking around my house, so I decided to make scupltures out of them. A shrine to the gods of technology that is dead and gone.  Including my landline.

I end up with a lot of dead technology knocking around my house, so I decided to make scupltures out of them. A shrine to the gods of technology that is dead and gone. Including my landline.