Nick Stone

@typejunky.bsky.social

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Traffic island castaway. https://nckjstn.co.uk

A very large speaker.
A pair of fucking massive speakers. The one in the right is wearing its fishnets.
One of the oddest films ever made. Post war Nazis hiding on the moon. The sequel is even better/worse.
A group of three figures stand on the beach with one figure isolated to the right. I could write a book about this painting.
I haven’t done it justice, which is why owning a fragment of someone’s soul is a better way to see the world than looking at it on the internet.
A dead king and a tiger. I bought it because it made me think of Geoffrey Hill’s Mercian Hymns which I don’t understand but love, I also don’t understand Chloe’s paintings, how cheese was discovered and whether we all see colours the same way. This is exactly why you should buy things though, because you like them.
A far right wing cunt or two and ‘the establishment’.
Wilty cactus flowers. They lasted around 18 hours.
Still perky pink flars
A large (size of your head) cactus, covered in flowers.
Fully opened pink flowers.
Huge pink flowers x9.
This morning, marvellous waxy, tight, pink buds.
A cactus with nine buds. It’s nocturnal flowering pollinated by moths.
A Mammillaria spinosissima. Leaning over in a recumbent position, the tip has picked up and is pointing upward. It has three new growths visible on the shaft.
He used to pull this face if you tickled him, and do this weird purr/growl thing all teeth and eyes. We have three cats, his two siblings, he was the only one who liked being picked up and carried about like a massive baby. I’ll miss that especially.
A very beautiful and kooky little black cat, who I managed to get to sit still for long enough in good light to get one decent photo of rather than a blurry photograph of a black outline with eyes.
A cactus which you can’t actually see because the flower is so big.
More yellow flowers
A cactus with small ovate pads and large bright yellow flowers.
A sky full of bombers.
A Tronic bladeless Tower fan.
A preview from my ihone of a shielded call. Hi, this is Ruth from from out for sex accelerator.
The pyramid theory of dog poo bag rage
The pyramid theory of littering.
Birmingham hallmarks.
Some Nepenthes in hanging pots.
A screen shot of why I can’t be bothered much these days. I’m sure I wasn’t the first, I doubt I’ll be the last, that’s memes innit.
A sign saying brunch club porn cakes.
An abstract landscape in fucked silver paint.
Abstract landscape or seascape in the paint on a bonnet.
A ruined temple/Agora in trees against a blue sky.
A potato king. It’s a chip shop, or fries, or patates I guess.
Barn Swallow. In the station waiting room nesting in the light fittings.
A very pink bougainvillea, growing across a balcony.
An I forget what scale model of a water tower.
A rather damp ginger cat, glorying in the freshly watered and now knackered catmint I planted. Unfortunately there’s a golden oregano under her as well.
A red and orange pitcher against a green pot.
That right wing march in London from the air.
Screenshot about Bethia Hale getting a publishing deal with Phoenix books.
The vibrant red of a peanut cactus flower.
A Nepenthes pot from early last June. This one was around 25cms long. It’s purple and red and highly detailed around the lip with a heavily veined ran cap. These also drip nectar in a fairly unpleasant way that could turn most folk into a nun.
A peanut cactus nearly flowering.
A large very phallic cactus. Which I love.
gymnocalycium mihanovichii looking a bit alien behind a spicy wall of spikes. Have I expressed how much I love cacti? Well I do, gawd help me.
A cactus sitting in an orange pot.
An election map of Norwich which is largely green with a bit of yellow (the posh bit) and some death's head soup over there in the north east.
That what a stupid time to be alive meme.
A youthful looking me, about 26 being why. Wearing John Lennon spex with a very cute child on my shoulders, standing in the shade of some trees.
Two large pale pink cactus blooms.
A bearded gentleman writer, listening top other writers read from a book he's featured in, that you should all buy. I'm in it too. So double bubble.
A foot tall 35 year old cactus with flower spikes.
A very green, tubby, happy little group of vicious little bastards.
A huge Norman cathedral spire sits behind the rubble field of the former 1960s shopping centre and cinema. Magdalen street sits in the middle ground, and Gildengate House to the right; a former government building.
The top of a large green cactus against a white wall. It has a certain element of ‘good morning matron’ about it.
A sign on a lamppost which reads please post more shit
John Gielgud looking a bit stern.
Harry Secombr as Pepys