Shoe

Free shampoo, free notepad and pencil, free soap, all these pale into insignificance when you enter a hotel room and find a shoe mitt. Shoe mitts are the holy grail of hotel freebies, forget the emergency sewing kit, put aside the complimentary shower cap, shoe mitts are probably the most useful of all the non essential fluff you going to get.

For a start they clean shoes. I know that is obvious but they really are good at doing just that, you even get to slip your hand in the mitt so you can give them a good rub. They really come into their own though when you use them for jobs they were not designed for.

Got a smartphone or PDA? Yes? Shoe mitts make excellent screen cleaners and in some cases are large enough for you to slip your hardware inside to give you a free handy dust cover.

Don't want to lose jewellery in your suitcase? Pop your items in the shoe mitt pouch and not only will it keep them safe it will also buff them up a little too.

They make excellent finger dusters for those hard to reach places such as the top of door frames and awkward light fittings.

Cut a lemon in half, pop it inside the mitt and squeeze. Voila, instant lemon juice minus all the pips.

Got a cold? Use a shoe mitt as an emergency handkerchief, they are soft enough to soothe your nose and tough enough to take the punishment of a good sneeze.

They make excellent sleeping bags for mice and with the addition of a shoelace handle they can also transform into a makeshift shopping bag for cats.

In a culinary emergency assert your authority with the shoe mitts instant chefs hat. Ideal for that f*!?! Gordon Ramsey moment.

During Summer (in the UK I'm referring to the 3rd July, between 1:45pm and 2:12pm, other places may experience a different Summer) use the mitt to apply sun cream without getting your hands all sticky.

In Winter a pair of mitts make excellent mittens, double them up for extra warmth.

Got loads of shoe mitts? Wear them all at the same time to give you a free oven glove.

New potatoes can be safely carried in this miniature potato sack.

Staple one to your favourite armchair to give a pocket for your favourite remote control ensuring you never lose it again.

Attach one to your belt for a wallet scabbard. Bystanders will be amazed as you whip out your wallet just like a sword to pay for that mocha latte frappé double chocolatte large coffee with cream.

Save them for Halloween and hand them out filled with sweets to trick or treaters, after the contents have been scoffed the mitt will ensure they never have dirty shoes again, it's the gift that keeps on giving.

Shoe mitts make excellent shark repellents, I wear mine constantly at home and have never been bitten by a shark yet.

So the next time you are in a hotel room cherish the shoe mitt, save them, use them, you never know when you will need one.

*Shine - All shoe mitt suggestions should only be carried out by a shoe mitt expert grade one, purple belt. Amateur shoe mitt devotees should just stick to shoe mitt recommended duties for safety reasons. Shoe mitts are not designed to replace boats, edible items and/or people no matter how many eyes you draw on them. Shoe mitts come in various sizes, always choose your shoe mitt carefully to avoid disappointment. Never use shoe mitts to apply makeup or to feed lions. Never leave a shoe mitt unattended after midnight and never EVER feed them popcorn.

This blog has been sponsored by the Save-a-Mitt Foundation, your donation of £6152 a day could save a starving family of Shoe Mitts from a fate worse than buffing. For details of sponsoring a shoe mitt family call 08912-MITTSAVENOW-9861 and ready your credit card.

Bargain Corner

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I'm Wearing Pantaloons

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great ball,

All the kings horses and all the kings men,

Started to call him Odd Ball again.

 

Mary had a little lamb,

She also had some pies,

What was in them was probably horse,

And the packaging was all lies.

 

Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.

Bugger me, a talking sheep!

 

Hickory dickory dock,

The mouse ran up the clock,

The clock struck one,

And a pitched battle ensued that saw the demise of an entire generation.

 

Old Mother Hubbard,

Went to the cupboard,

To get her poor doggie a bone,

When she got there,

The cupboard was bare,

So the poor little doggie had and absolute fit and in a piqué of anger devoured Old Mother Hubbard.

 

Mary Mary quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockle shells,

It's a right mess, seaside in a garden? I don't think so.

Moanday

Monday's are notorious for being one of the worst days of the week, the weekend is behind you and five long days stretch out to almost infinity, here are five facts about Monday to make you feel better.

1) Monday's used to be called Moandays in victorian times named after the collective moans of workers being awoken all at the same time by knocker uppers, gentlemen with large sticks that used to bang on a workers bedroom window to awaken them with a startle at 3am in the morning. A typical working day started at 3:02am prompt and employees were expected to work a full twenty three hours straight seven days a week leaving them just an hour to sleep, eat, get married, have children and any other activity deemed pleasurable. Workers were paid two pieces of coal a week (worth around 1/2p today) and in the case of chimney sweeps had to be able to dance and scissor kick on rooftops.

2) If I said you had a face for Monday's it would not mean you were a happy soul, no, it would mean you are a sour old trout with a penchant for winning gurning competitions without even trying. For you see a Monday Face is another term for a miserable bugger you miserable bugger.

3) The best Monday in history occurred on March 3rd in 1984 when Kate Curlywhirly managed to record her favourite song off the radio and managed to stop the cassette recorder just in time befor the DJ spoke. Result!

4) The worse Monday in history was today when readers of this blog had to explain to younger readers what a cassette recorder was from the previous fact.

5) Every day has the word day as part of its wording and many combinations of word-day was tried before we came up with Monday, Tuesday etc. Other days considered but eventually dropped by the Weekday Naming Society in 93BC included Hadawayday, Twaddlerwaddlerhiphappyhooday and the short and snappy Today which we still use to describe any day we have forgotten the name for. Tomorrow didn't come into general use until the invention of the clock, up until then every day was today and there was no nighttime either. We still don't know how the inventor of the clock knew what time to set his clock by, it is supposed he did it by looking at the sun but no matter how hard we look scientists have never seen the suns numbers to confirm that indeed our clocks are set at the right time.

6) Just realised there is only supposed to be five facts so ignore this one even though it's probably the most interesting of the lot. Did you know if you rearrange the letters in Monday you can make the word Donyam, the rudest word ever uttered by man that translated actually means 'small prunes and a baby carrot' absolute filth.

 

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Springty

Bunnyopolis is just getting over winter and starting to be a little more spring like. Aaran, Jura and Iona have started to spend more and more time outdoors as the little buds start to appear on the apple trees and small shoots of fresh grass appear and gets nibbled away rather quickly. As the nights get a little lighter this pattern will continue and tea time for the buns starts to shift away from 2:30pm to around 4:30pm as their natural body clock adjusts to the new year.

It also marks a change for both of us too, the conservatory adds an extension to the studio allowing us to work in full natural light and to open up a much larger working space. This gets further extended when it gets warmer as the doors are flung open to give us all the benefits of the decked area. Jayne is working along side me on her own artwork assembling all her hand made ceramics whilst I plough on with Knickerbockergloria, that way we both get to enjoy watching our three Bunnyopolis occupants enjoy the garden throughout the day.

And so our days continue, interspersed with strange and weird events that occur all too frequently. The chances of another unsual occurance increases this weekend with our appearance at Castle Galleries, York on Saturday 7th between 1-4pm. As usual everyone is welcome to come along on the day to join in the Impossimal fun, maybe this time I won't be chased by a swan or indeed be accosted and followed by a lively gentleman that told me he 'enjoyed my trousers immensely'. Oh no, that's bought back memories of running down ten flights of stairs in Southampton dressed only in my undergarments after a drunken reveller hit the fire alarm button at 1am only to be greeted by a gaggle of other hotel revellers at the bottom asking me where I got my underpants from. Come to think of it the same thing happened at the same chain of hotels in Cambridge, I wonder if there is a connection or indeed they just like my choice of underwear?

All in all a rather mundane blog today, sorry about that, I'm sure I'll think of some fresh tat for tomorrow so until then have a great Wineday Eve!

 

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K9P

Oh no, what happened? I was promised tours to the moon, moving sidewalks, domed cities underneath the sea and even promised a faithful robotic sidekick just like K9 from Dr Who when I grew up. I was eight years old when a teacher decided to predict the future and fill my mind with mystery and misery. As I sat cross legged with my fellow pupils I listened with open mouth at the marvels that we were to behold. This was before home computers, before mobile phones, before CD's and MP3's, even at home we had not long upgraded to a colour television and coloured disco lighting, the most complex thing I had used was an abacus and none of my friends wore branded clothes or owned anything more complex in their bedrooms other than maybe a radio or if you were lucky a cassette player.

So as I sat and listened my mind wandered, wow, I would be REALLY old in 2015, absolutely ancient in fact but on the plus side I would eat a pill for a meal and live to be 200, this teacher really knew their stuff I thought.

Imagine my dismay this 2015 when I got out of bed this morning and ate a pill, not for a complete meal but to make up for the lack of vitamins in most flaccid food items available today, found out that the closest I'm going to get to the moon is looking at it in a puddle and opened my iPad to find this... (yes, something did come true with smartpads although the the teacher described it as a personal data assistant and medical aid which could also add 2+2 and spell 53I8008 should you wish to turn it upside down)

Pizza scissors.

I'll let that sink in a little, scissors for pizza.

Forty years waiting for dreams to come true and I get a foot long tool to cut fast food.

I may hasten to add that the same teacher also made grim predictions that added to my neurotic young brain, first that all fuel will run out by 2000 but it wouldn't matter as nuclear destruction would destroy all life in 1999 anyway, secondly robots would put us all out of jobs in the 90's no matter what education you receive and finally the most dreaded information possible that I could receive; that I would be playing an Indian squaw in the school play.

I did indeed play the squaw, pigtails and all. That unfortunately did come true.

But what happened to my robotic canine assistant? Well, that kinda sucked too as he popped up on my Facebook newsfeed last night. History has not been kind to K9...

Poor K9, reduced to a franking machine, how the mighty have fallen. Chin up, at least you didn't have to strip down to your pants, wear a black wig and dance around a tissue paper camp fire with a rubber tomahawk like I did.

Last night.

Oh my.

 

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Busy B's

Since the launch of five new Impossimal pieces at the beginning of February Impossimal HQ has been a hive of activity. Launches always bring with them a heavy workload but this year we had the additional task of managing two unique events.

The first is the special Impossimal night at the Michelin starred Pipe & Glass with the release of a commission piece, full details can be found on our website and secondly is our GoGoDragon, a six foot high sculpture called Knickerbockergloria which will grace the streets of Norwich for three months later this year.

The Pipe and Glass Impossimal painting is finished so the next few weeks will be trying to finish this last project, the picture above shows the small heart shaped alcove that will be painted onto our Dragon allowing you to peep inside at all the goodies. I'm expecting to take a week to paint both sides before we finally attach Jayne's 500 ceramic snowflakes to the wings. If all goes well by the middle of the month she will be complete and another project is finished.

Then the hard work really starts.

Ten stories, twelve oil sketches, six paintings, four sculptures, a 2016 calendar and a new range of greeting cards all to be shoe horned into four months. A tall order indeed so in way of a much needed rest from the hectic pace we have decided to include appearances too!

So if you wish to meet two ragged, overworked artists who are a bit saggy and loose at the seams then get yourself along to Castle Galleries in York this Saturday 7th March between 1-4pm and we will both be there for a chat, a few stories, some japes and of course to have a bit of a rest. Oh, we may also tell you about our little secret...

What is it? You will have to come along to find out!

See you Saturday :)

Shirley Not

Mental and possibly unstable our intrepid Impossimal pair face the unexplained on the Magical Mystery Walk...

The walk started quietly when we approached the first gate, we read the sign ominously and a single shot rang out in the distance. Just as we were about to turn back disturbed by the sound a strange eerie twang of mystical music caught our attention from the bushes. We couldn't believe our eyes when from out of the gloom materialised Paul, Ringo, George and John accompanied by the tune of Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds. Follow the girl with kaleidoscope eyes whispered Paul, eat the mystic mushrooms for a journey with the walrus said John, you will find them down't road. I wish I could drum said Ringo and with that they rose into the air, sang When I'm 64 and exploded in a shower of sausages and flowers. It's going to be one of those days I said turning to Jayne. It was just then I noticed a strange sparkly glow somewhere down the path so we investigated.

There, just like John had said was the ghostly mystical mushrooms in full view looking enticingly delicious, they had even been cooked as steam rose from them readily. Being hungry for adventure we tucked in.

Nothing happened. We waited and still nothing happened so we strode on puzzled. As we approached the first style we heard the unmistakeable sound of electric feedback and a small pother of smoke rose from behind a stone wall. Twang! Twang Twang TWANG! it was the unmistakable sound of a riff.

Suddenly from behind the wall out leaped Jimi Hendrix blasting out Voodoo Child at 120 decibels, he was really working himself up into a lather, his guitar smouldered from the localised bush fire he had started. Jimi was herding sheep with his wah-wah pedal and guiding sheepdogs with a lightening version of All Along The Watchtower. After smashing up the stone wall Jimi wandered off down the hill tootling out Purple Haze after asking us if we were experienced whatever that means and with that Jimi was gone. Far out I said to Jayne, that was some groovy sh*t.

Further on down the muddy fields we came across the tracks of a large mysterious creature. It looked like the tracks of a big cat wearing platform heels but on closer inspection it was two tracks walking side by side. Platform heels in the countryside, what on earth could that be.

In a blinding flash and a burst of Children Of The Revolution out leaped a white tiger from the bushes carrying no less than glam rocker and pouting pop diva Marc Bolan. 'Cool dudes' said Marc riding side saddle, 'Take the love bus brothers, it comes your way, any way, no way. Get It On 20th Century Boy find the one they call Belvis and mind the mud, it's un-cool man' Marc rode off on his white feline stallion leaving us facing the possibility of wading through mud'

The band was already waiting and taking cue from seeing Marcs feline transport started to sing their favourite hit, 'Tiger Feet'

There was no way we could stop them, Mud wouldn't let us pass until they got to the chorus. Their Tiger Feet frenzy started to gain pace and enthusiastically they danced closer and closer. 'This is a bad trip man' said Jayne, 'We need the Love Bus' I replied.

Then, from out of the bushes as if by magic the Love Bus arrived hitting Mud squarely in the rhythm box just before the chorus. One of them tried to run for it but the number 21 from Cricklewood ploughed him down into the hedgerow before returning to pick us up. The bus conductor leaned out, 'Get On' he said, it was no other than pint sized golf ball haired Leo Sayer. 'Top deck disco train' he announced, 'Next stop Cliffs Ladders' which mysteriously was exactly what our next destination was we had on our map. Spooky.

The bus stopped to the tune of Disco Inferno and we bid farewell to Leo, he hadn't had chance to sing but he had a pained expression on him that told me his pants were too tight. Cliffs Ladder was at the end of a large field, we just had to turn right when we reached Cliff and Cilla's Bathtub and climb to the stars.

The other side of the ladder took us back down to where we started hours earlier, our final destination was Belvis Books, the worlds smallest bookstore and home to the worlds smallest Elvis which we found at the end of the street with little problem.

The bookstore beckoned, Belvis peeked out beckoned us in, as we approached he leaped out of the door, thrust his hips so hard he almost broke his back and burst into song with a heart wrenching rendition of 'Old Shep'. We were in tears before the final chorus.

Entering the bookstore we were quite surprised to find ourselves back at home slumped on the sofa. Three bottles of wine lay scattered on the rug, a smashed glass lay on the table and our mouths felt like they had been carpeted. A pounding in our heads made us realise that it had been a bad trip, bought on by those pesky Beatles boys and their wicked druggie ways, we vowed never to take advice from mop top bush dwellers ever again on a hike.

To celebrate our new found revelation we opened another bottle.

But that's another story!

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Car Park Picnics

Oh no! The car park picnics are back next week!

On Saturday 7th March we will be appearing at Castle Galleries, York between 1-4pm for dedications, stories and numerous other things for an exciting Impossimal day for all the family. Come along for a chat, a coffee, a drink or a bit of food along with some fine artwork, all welcome no ticket necessary, hats optional, horse drawn carriages preferable.

Hopefully it will exclude previous appearance experiences like being licked from ear to head, having a large quantity of broken glass fall on me and of course three naked men in a toilet so it should be a pretty safe day. It does however herald the return of the car park picnic where we both dress up in our finest and find the dingiest car park in England to eat food, often surrounded by other bemused car park users that try and figure out just what and why we are doing it. We reply by raising our steaming mugs of thermos flask coffee and mouthing the word cheers back to them.

Unfortunately this does have side effects as witnessed in Cardiff when I mouthed word 'Cheers' and raised a cup of coffee to a nosy passer-by which unfortunately coincided with his opinions on a crucial Wales V England match that was occurring that day and it was mistranslated as 'Big Ears' to which the polite gentleman tried to extract me from the car through the ventilation system by means of my nostrils.

Other unfortunate incidents include the infamous 'FOX' found HERE , several spitting incidents and a full blown armed robbery. Sigh, at least it made for a blog entry even though I nearly turned myself inside out through my sphincter.

So if you are in YORK on SATURDAY the 7TH MARCH between 1-4PM then pop in to CASTLE GALLERIES, we would love to see you and have a chat. 

I may even lick your face if you ask nicely!

You'll Like This, Not A Lot

Welcome to the magic world of Shawl Daniels and his lovely assistant Peggie McGee, prepare to be bewildered and amazed in fun sized proportions with feats of mystery beyond compare!

I'm Shawl Daniels and I have some tricks that you are going to like, not a lot, but you will like them. Not a lot but you will like them in a not a lot kind of way but you will like them.

Think of a card, any card between A and Z. Hold that thought whilst I bring on my assistant...with your CARD!!!!

Is this your card? Are you sure it's not? Ah well, sorry folks I'm just fooling around, you're going to like this, not a lot, but you will like this more than a little.

Is this your card? Of course it is! You have a birthday each year so at some point you will get a birthday card, now THAT'S MAGIC!!!

Watch carefully folks as I perform a trick that is one of the most dangerous ever devised. The see-saw circular saw sling shot, a trick that will see me catapult a working circular saw from one end of the see-saw to the other, I will then catch it in my mouth to rapturous applause!

Start the saw Peggie McGee my delightfully attractive human goat assistant.

Bzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!!!!!!!

Full throttle please, I want to hear to danger!

I'm ready, launch the saw!

Screeeeeeeeeeee!

Schlop.

Tis but a scratch! Nothing can stop me!

Groan, pass me my hand Peggie, it's over there next to my head.

 

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Yellow Rages

Flop, plonk!

Another tome of dubious nature dropped on the doormat the other night and steadily released it's contents of rain water onto our floor. I mean, who delivers the Yellow Pages on a stormy Monday night in almost horizontal rain at 9pm? Sigh.

The YELLOW PAGES! The Yellow Pages! the yellow pages, yawn...

Really, how does it survive in these days of the Internet, it even pleads quite naively on the front cover 'Look Inside For Web Addresses It's Like Google From The Pound Shop' (I made that last bit up) Indeed it does give paying advertisers their web address just like it has always given phone numbers which leads me to think that maybe I could find them on the web anyway but then again, most businesses that advertise in the Yellow Pages seem to have some of the most obscure names.

'Hello Bago' was one selling furniture whilst Hair-B-Wigs was unfortunately lacking in originality if not spelling. No, the best thing about the Yellow Pages is playing it like a board game. It's really easy, simply choose a category and see how many times it redirects you, the more redirects the bigger the score! Simple!

Lets start with Book Shops (this is the Chester And Mansfield Edition should you wish to play along).

Here we are -BOOK SHOPS on Page 27 it says Turn To Books - Rare And Second Hand Page 27. Not a good start is it, swiftly I turn to the exact same page and read on...

Books - Rare And Second Hand - See Antique Dealers Page 16

Page 16 (And I'm Not Making This Up) Antique Dealers - Other Options Books - Rare And Second Hand Page 27 or Jewellers Page 141

See, already I have racked up a few points, I can now turn back to Rare And Second Hand Page 27 or try and find books at Jewellers Page 141

I go with Jewellers Page 141 and find to my surprise Other Options Antique Dealers Page 16 it's like Inception, its a book within a book within a book. Hope you are keeping up because my brain hurts.

But my overall best bit is right at the front on page 05 as they call it, a section called Looking Good, Feeling Great that contains handy tips like...

If you need treatment on your feet you need a CHIROPODIST who deals with feet. Who knew!

If you need beauty treatment then go to a BEAUTY SALON or HAIRDRESSERS. Ah! There's where I have been going wrong, I will no longer get my haircut at the butchers.

Then, quite randomly is a piece of information that offers me no quality insights at all, its a small circle on the page that simply says 'The worlds first celebrity hairdresser, who styled the tresses of the rich and famous in 17th century Paris'

WHO?

Which hairdresser?

Don't leave me hanging with this titbit of information what is it a bloody quiz? Have you hidden the answer under HAIRDRESSERS - 17TH CENTURY - Other Options Public Executioners Paris or Guillotine Operators 18th Century Page 817

I now know why its shortened to YELL.

Whilst we are at it, who remembers the little stick man they used to hide on the pages?

I bet he's hiding in shame.

Cobblerchat

I am Rajah The Great, the only soothsaying tiger on Blackpool sea front. What may I predict for you today?

Well, sometimes I think I'm a lion. I don't know if it's my hair or that I occasionally like to hunt gazelles in Tesco's. Anyway, I would like to know If I should approach my new neighbour. You see they are very gazelle like and I'm not sure if I could trust myself not to take a leg off in conversation.

I heard that! It's bad enough you're my neighbour with all your roaring at two in the morning and the party the other night when you were chasing zebras around your lawn was disgusting. I'm still picking up bits of mane, what on earth did you get up to?

Ahh yes, sorry 'bout that. I got carried away when our 'snacks' escaped and we had to round them up. It won't happen again, I have hired a professional chef for the next one, you may know him, it's foul mouthed Gordon Whimsy.

What the f@&! Do you f@!?£&/ mean? Are you f@&?!?! stupid? Who writes this thing?

Unfortunately dear blog readers we have had to sack today guest writer Peter Panda because quite frankly it is so random that I'm awfully confused and I can't even guess how confused you are on a Monday morning. Instead here's a few new words to be used at work today.

Mumblewhiff

You think you have heard somebody whisper but it's only when you turn around and open your mouth to ask that you inhale a rumblytumbly let loose by a colleague who then grins at you. 'You Mumblewhiff one more time and I'll shove a cork in it!'

Cobblerchat

Someone who talks endlessly about nothing in particular who you would quite happily silence with a chair leg.

Business Meating

Flaccid ham sandwiches at any work function.

Loocation

Time spent avoiding work whilst sat in a toilet cubicle reading the paper.

Asshat

Not only do they talk out of it but they have their head so far up it fits perfectly.

Normal'ish service will return tomorrow with a buffers guide on how to win an Oscar and trampolining for cats Pt VII - The triple backflip.

 

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Dragons & Flagons

Wondering why there is not many posts from our GoGoDragon Knickerbockergloria? Well Knickerbockergloria is having a fine time with many new adornments being added during this secretive stage. We want the reveal to be just that, a reveal so you will have to wait a little longer before you see her in her full glory.

Our inspiration comes from a place close to Knickerbockergloria's heart, Norfolk...

"The first time we visited Norfolk we made the discovery of a quaint old fashioned ice cream parlour in Blakeney that sold what seemed like the best ice cream in the world.

But what if the ice cream parlour deliciousness had a secret; why was it situated next to Blakeney's mysterious Mariners Hill and just what were those deep rumbling sounds heard by the locals?

Could it be the home of Knickerbockergloria the fabled guardian of the ice cream caverns?

Only Knickerbockergloria knows, see if you can unravel her delightful tale when you meet her on the streets of Norwich later this year.'

#GoGoDragons2015 #GGD15 @Sapphire1dragon

Don't forget you can join Knickerbockergloria and the rest of the Impossimals by visiting our website.

Sharing the studio day with our dragon is the special Lost Impossimal project in conjunction with Artmarket Gallery and the Michelin starred chef James MacKenzie. We now have more details about this great Impossimal event taking place in May that YOU can attend exclusively from Artmarket Gallery. Not only will there be new Impossimals but also a chance to get pieces dedicated by Peter, Jayne and top Michelin Star chef James Mackenzie!

"Attention all Peter & Jayne Smith fans! We have another amazing event happening this May at The Pipe and Glass Inn!

‘Artmarket’s Impossimal Evening At The Pipe And Glass’ will be on Thursday 21st May 2015.
For the past few weeks Peter Smith has been working on a piece of art this will be exclusive to the Artmarket Gallery. The piece will have two brand new Impossimals that are based on the owners of the Michelin-starred pub, The Pipe And Glass Inn, James and Kate Mackenzie. We have seen the maquette and preparatory sketches, and it looks amazing already!

This stunning piece will be unveiled on the night along with stories about the piece, in Peters unique story telling way! We will be doing a small boutique edition of limited edition prints from the original that will be on sale. These pieces will be highly collectable as they will not be available to buy from any other gallery, they will be signed (and dedicated if you wish) by both Peter Smith and James Mackenzie.

The evening will begin with a private view of Peter's work with drinks and canapés, and a chance to mingle with Peter and Jayne, and lots of like minded Peter Smith fans!

Michelin starred head chef and owner, James Mackenzie will then invite us to take our seats for the four course meal designed exclusively for the evening, with each course named after the titles of Peter’s paintings! Throughout the night there will be talks from Peter and James, a chance to chat with them both, a live sketch, charity auction and a few surprises along the way.

This is a going to be a super night with a difference! Throw in 5 star food and superb wine makes for a jolly good evening! This is set to be a fabulous night, we are all very excited! We have already has an overwhelming response to this event, so tickets are EXTREMELY limited, please do not delay if you would like tickets.
Tickets at £65 per person for the evening. We are putting on transport to and from our Cottingham gallery to South Dalton. There is also accommodation available from those coming from far and wide!

It would be fantastic to have you there! Any questions, or further information, please call Charlotte on 01482 876 003 or email Charlotte@artmarket.co.uk."

Two great Impossimal events to look forward to and we hope that you can join us in this special ten year celebration throughout the year. Don't forget that we are also making an appearance at York, Castle Galleries between 1-4pm on the 7th March so come along to get those special dedications or just to say hello, we would love to meet you!

Have a great weekend :)

How It Twerks

Brains. We all have them, they are pink and grey and look like bubble gum probably which is why zombies like them, but what do we really know about our brains. Luckily I have condensed all the details into one handy blog entry, 'Brains, do we really need them?'

The brain is an organ, not to be confused with a Hammond Organ although a brain allows you to play a Hammond Organ it's not an organ as in musical. It does like a bit of music too as long as its not a Hammond organ. With me so far? Good, we use our brain to control how you think, remember, feel and to make sure you keep everything in the toilet bowl using the 'aim' mechanism.

Section 'A' shown above controls the thought process when you want a cup of tea, the three layered tissue, called meninges, decides if you should have a biscuit with the tea or if you take sugar. People with blue eyes tend to have sugar whilst green eyed individuals prefer a biscuit. Biscuit preferring people are known in medical terms as Biscuitbrains whilst sugar people are called Sweetbrains, which one are you I wonder? Check your eyes in the mirror to find out. Brown eyed people prefer coffee, any other coloured eyes hint at a deep rooted problem with wine and vodka so be careful.

Take a close look at 'B', this area controls vision so whilst you have just looked at it you have used your 'B'. One interesting thing to note is that you have a zoom control, simply stick your right finger up your left nostril and twist. Clockwise will zoom in anticlockwise will zoom out, press your belly button to disable the ability to look up and down.

'C' helps you to make sense of the world, if for any reason this gets disabled such as a blow to the head from a cushion you will see the real world. Basically it's full of cloud unicorns, wooly pigs, eight foot high rocking horses, purple hills and everyone is naked and called Derek.

'D' controls your hand movements, it's this one that keeps your arm in check from smashing everyone that annoys you in the face, although this can be bypassed again with a glass of wine. To see how uncontrollable it is try this simple experiment and feel your arm raise and about to lash out. Simply stand against a wall and push your arm against it with as much pressure as you can, don't press your body against the wall just your arm. Do this for two minutes, then step away and relax your arms. This fools your brain into thinking you are being annoyed and your arm will magically raise all on its own. Caution, press for any longer than two minutes and your arm will become annoyed with you and will beat you senseless unless you sit on it for two minutes.

Finally 'E', controlling the nose it can distinguish subtle differences in smells such as the minute difference between the smell of a rose and horse manure. To understand how it works lets look at what happens when you smell something unpleasant such as entering a public convenience that has just been vacated by a thirty minute sitter who's failed to flush.

First 'E' registers a pong that it doesn't like, it then informs 'A' that maybe you don't need sugar or a biscuit and changes the command to wanting to wretch instead. 'A' informs 'B' to clean the smell away by causing your eyes to water which also tells 'C' that the smell is not of this world and is considered unholy, 'C' quickly sends a signal to 'D' which raises your hand to your mouth. Unfortunately it fails to inform 'F' the gag reflex and you blow chunks through your fingers.

Simple. Now you understand the intricacies of your brain, try this final experiment. Pull both of your ear lobes and stick out your tongue at the same time, it doesn't do anything to you but it triggers a reaction in other people's brains, try it today at that important meeting or at passing strangers in the street, the results can be quite startling.

I Am The Great Cornholio

Artists can be unpredictable moody people with a penchant for over flowery words and exaggerated dress sense but how do you know if you are an artist?

Recent scientific discoveries have allowed us to make a quick checklist, simply add up the statements you agree with to find out if you are indeed an insufferable artshole.

Take one point for each statement you agree with.

A) I am an artist.

B) I am not an artist.

 

How did you do?

1 or more - Sorry, you're an artist.

0 or less - Congratulations, you're not an artist.

 

Top Tips For Being An Artist

Do something arty.

 

Top Tips For Non-Artists

Do something non-arty.

 

Artist confidence test, on a scale of 1-10, 1 being the lowest, 10 the highest, how confident on a daily basis are you?

1-3 Sorry again, you are still an artist. It's perfectly natural to worry everyday and critique your own work to the point of self destruction. Your score may fluctuate on a daily basis sometimes reaching minus figures.

4-10 Congratulations you are not an artist but you may be an artshole (see 'Fartist' and 'Artyfarty')

 

How To Become An Artist

1) Don't.

2) If you really must then don't.

3) No, really, don't.

4) OK, In that case remember the old artist warning 'There are old artists and there are bold artists but there are no old bold long tailed lemurs that do excellent impressions of Mary Berry juggling her buns.'

 

Complete this arty sentance.

Artists ____ all day.

If you said paint, draw, create etc then congratulations you are not an artist, if you answered worry, cry, start again, tip over your easel, shout, throw work away, worry again then I'm sorry, you are still an artist.

If you are still not an artist then congratulations, please feel free to get on with your life. If you find you are still an artist then I'm deeply sorry and here's a pretty picture to keep you calm.

Cue the Bob Ross.

 

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