Unthinking

Just my right up my cup of tea street.

Les Coleman’s cocked hat is a pistol of uncommon sense levelled at those treacherous concepts which infiltrate our neat mental suburbs crowing like cocks and so on…

Repair man to our tired thoughts, Les gets our sentences up on to his bench, tinkers about with them and puts them back together — just off, out of sync, skew-whiff.

Humour and Truth having a ‘quickie’ in some Holy Place.

Unthinking flips the silver spoon from memory’s mouth.

I think there is nothing wrong with his pictures.