Friday, May 29, 2015

jug # 10

jug # 10 was purchased as an afterthought. i wasn't too interested in it but at the last minute i said; what the hell, he looks like an honest and honorable man and pulled the trigger. a few days after sticking him on a shelf i happened to look into his eyes and thought to myself, good purchase. i don't know if you can see from the picture but the old beefeater has a mischievous look in eyes. there's something going on behind those eyes and i intend to keep talking to him until i decipher the riddle.

connect the dots......

i love you sons of bitches.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

jug # 9

i'm not too crazy about jug # 9 but it was dirt cheap so the buyer's remorse is minimal. it's another one of those "it seemed like a good idea at the time" deals. i can say the same thing about my marriage. so it goes.

it's called the falconer for obvious reasons. maybe if i keep staring into his eyes i'll make a connection.

the lovely mrs myshkin has returned from her odyssey and predictably doesn't share my love of character jugs. last night i mentioned that i might buy a few more and predictably i was given a wee lecture on common sense at which point i said, come and have a look a this. when she arrived at the computer screen i clicked on "buy it now" but a message came up stating, "transaction blocked. seller unable to receive funds" but i'm not worried, there's plenty more jugs out there.

i told her not to bother with the champagne but she still said no.

i love you sons of bitches.

Monday, May 25, 2015

jug # 8

i have a wee bit of buyer's remorse over jug # 8, the trapper. of the 12 jugs i purchased from the shop this was most expensive and all i can say is; "it seemed like a good idea at the time." in my misspent youth i spent time in the north and remember visiting the grave site of ALBERT JOHNSON, the mad trapper of rat river. he's a fascinating guy who really gave the cops a run for their money. i love the memory of albert johnson but staring into the eyes of trapper jug i just don't make a spiritual connection. so it goes.

this whole gimmick is leading up to jug #12 which i still hold in high esteem but on friday the mother of all jugs arrived and all other jugs on the planet pale in comparison this fucking beauty. it's so fucking beautiful and mesmerizing that i severely injured my back on saturday moving stuff around to create a suitable place of honor. this jug is no fucking gimmick!

no shit, my back is really fucked up. i can hardly walk and my right leg is numb. lower back injury compounded by sciatic nerve damage. i saw the doctor this morning and was given the the standard speech about being careful and told to get some physio. ain't life fucking grand.

albert flasher, albert johnson, close enough for me.

i love you sons of bitches.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

jug # 7

without further ado, may i present jug #7

yup, it's the guy with the fish in his ear. not to be confused with the guy with the snake on his face:

tomorrow is d day for poor old sad king billy.

Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow’s the day My bride’s gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair....

yes, the lovely mrs myshkin is scheduled to return and i'm so happy i could shit. so it goes.

i love you sons of bitches.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

number 6

jug number 6 dovetails with jug number 7. i don't know if there's an official connection at royal doulton but when i bought number 6 i decided to pick up number 7 even though it wasn't on my radar screen. so far i have no buyer's remorse for either jug.

this old dude is IZZAK WALTON and he is the author of the compleat angler published in 1653. of course the book is about fishing. have i ever mentioned that i enjoy fishing from time to time?

i'll bet the king is catching lots of fish in texas, great big fucking texas sized fish!

i love you sons of bitches.