Fentimans Furtling Beer Mat

There are but three things worth employing one's right hand for, according to Fentimans. One would be the 'partaking' of a Fentimans brew, and the other would be furtling. Furtling was a form of entertainment enjoyed by the Victorian upper classes that I have been informed was: 

"a wondrous erotic journey into the human hand's secret folds and furrows, one that delivers pleasure most vitalizing, lifts melancholy from the desponding mind, and restores wounded spirits. "

Confused? Let these pictures help clear things up a bit. You place your hand behind a picture in a certain way that it mimics the arse. It certainly beats drawing a moustache on your hand. Hats off to the Victorians for their brilliant sense of humour - I wonder if you can somehow make your arse look like a hand? 

 

Hang on, I thought there were three things 'worth employing one's right hand for.' I'm not sure what the third is but I'll leave that up to you and this suggestive beer mat to decide. Right, I'm off for a good furtle. And in case your Olympic lottery bid was unsuccessful you always have the  furtling world championship to look forward to.

Things I've seen (that are more inspiring than this title)

I took my new prime lens out on to the bright lights of the curry mile and tried this crafty photography trick out. Using nothing more than a heart shaped cut-out lens hood made from black card and my camera set at low aperture I got this pretty amazing effect. I'll try experimenting with some other shapes in the future.

 

Ninjas are well known for camouflaging themselves in to their surroundings, and those in Manchester are no exception:

 French artist Invader takes on Manchester city centre:

 The other week I saw The Iron Lady. (Some strong performances but overall I felt the story line lacked coherence)... Thought I'd do this quick caricature of Maggie using some letraset marker pen:

This is a poem by Lemn Sissay painted on to the side of this building. I used to pass it on the way to university everyday. 'When the rain falls they talk of Manchester but when the triumphant rain falls we think of rainbows in the Mancunian sky.'

Well, isn't that nice.

And finally, this door knocker made me happy: