Over at Mustard Plaster, Miss Hathorn has posted a portrait of her hen, sensibly named after everybody’s favourite plucky infant adventuress. In a less vapid world, Emma Watts would be a shoo-in for the Turner Prize rather than one of those Hoxton chancers.
I commend this splendid work…
I am a life time fan of all things chicken and this work, I feel, has innate ‘chickeness’…
Another thought occurs to me…
I have read that, in times gone by, musicains in search of a suitable title for their beat group would turn to Mr W.S. Burroughs’ befuddled tome ‘Naked Lunch’ for inspiration…
I suggest that aspiring popsters look no further than Hooting Yard for appropriate nomenclature…
I quiver in anticipation of the new waxing by the Hoxton Chancers…
O.S.M
(Vril. Where are they now..?)
OSM : This is an excellent idea. I tried to convince my son Ed to call his band The Mezzotintists, but he was having none of it.