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It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.


It's been a week since I last posted a photo of 10 Murray, and I thought "that just won't do", and went with this one. I particularly like the little ladders on the extreme left. I've long speculated that this is for harried DHHS staff, who've hastily decided to end it all with a swan dive down to Parliament's car park, but changed their mind (or indeed, while on the ledge, decided to 'get more height').

Here's a poem:
Larry

Larry's got it
going
on going on going on
Larry's got to get
going going gone
down south
left at the side of Larry's
got it going on down south.
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Roddy said…
Perhaps I turned around, but the ladders appear to be on my right. Maybe you reversed the negative. Digital camera isn't it? Sorry!
29 June 2009 at 17:00
KL said…
What are those ladders used for? At least, in the picture, those ladders give nice decorations to the building.
29 June 2009 at 18:28
yamini said…
Buildings like these make me feel depressed.
Remember the time we were talking of loss of individuality? It reminds me of that.
29 June 2009 at 19:31
Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,
What a nice photograph!
and quote!
Take care!
DeeDee;-D
30 June 2009 at 04:44
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, if you're pondering jumping, they're on your left.
3 July 2009 at 18:04
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, everything is the same. Even those things that are different.

Especially those things.
3 July 2009 at 18:10
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