Shopping shapes

A wet and windy Thursday, with the sky threatening, and often delivering, large volumes of rain.

I take refuge in Central Mall which as well as offering lunch, offers some interesting shapes, the strong lines of escalators set off against the curves of the building. Happily snapping away with my little camera until a guard comes and tells me I can’t. I resist the urge to throw him over the balcony on the grounds that there is probably a law against it (“No photography and no throwing guards over balconies”). So you have him to thank that there are only a few shots.

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2009-06-04 | Wenthworth says

Maybe he thought you were taking shots down girls tops?

2009-06-04 | genuine j says

Or worse!

2009-06-04 | Spike says

What could be worse….? Come on, amuse and outrage us!

2009-06-04 | genuine j says

Just bring your imagination into play.

2009-06-05 | Spike says

How perverted, how obscene. The constant moaning, the floor made slippy by the unholy mix of blood and baby oil. The farm animals knocking over stalls and defecating in KFC. The retch-inducing stench of disembowelled infants. And yet, worst of all, and someone mimimising this scene of devastation, the constant background drone of Kenny G.

genuine j, you are one sick man.

2009-06-05 | Pete, frogblogger says

Can’t follow that, but nice pics, and glad you didn’t follow your inclination or we would be being treated to a new blog from your residence courtesy of the Bangkok Hilton.

2009-06-05 | genuine j says

Not what I had in mind at all. My imagination is not in the same league as yours, I’m very glad to report.

2009-06-05 | Craig says

Helterskelter..now that was a song

2009-06-05 | Spike says

genuine j, but I bet yours included at least some baby oil.

Craig, Helterskelter, that was indeed a song. But escalator wasn’t.