This is going to be a very picture heavy post, so if you're on dial-up, all i can say is that i'm sorry ...

At any given day throughout the year, at one of the big exhibition halls, there is bound to be something interesting to go and to see

A few weeks ago i was sorely tempted to go and find myself a little .. ahem .. pussy... during the Pet Fair.

Next week it's the Games Fair and last week-end, it was the annual chocolate shindig where assorted affamished latchkey kids and sharp elbowed grannies dug out their boxing gloves from the loft and slug it out in the most unseemly (yet genteel) of fisticuffs to get to be the first to have top dibs on the freebies

Some of us though, just go there to be beholden by the odourous equivalent of heaven and it's seven angels of luxure

I bid ye then, ô worshipper of all that is akin to the devil and his dark arts, the first in a series of photos ... a whole cornucopia, if you wish, of orgasm inducing chocolate and it's unholy deviations and abominations, wantonly laid out before thine eyes (i'm reading Oscar & Lucinda again so, y'know, try to bear with me here ...) photos for the ... i dunno really ... the chocophiles amongst us *is that a real word or am i just making it up ?

A few stands then to whet your whistle :










Fashion student types often try their hand at showing us what they can do with a material as ephemere (??) as chocolate - i've gotta say here, which red blooded male amongst us could say 'no, really, not right now ' to a chick who knocks at the door wearing 100% cocoa butter chocolate underduds !?! ;@)





If you're a bit of a food technican, there are also workshops where you can watch, learn and perhaps take notes about 'how do do' stuff - d'you fancy learning to make dragons from sugar icing ? You should'a been there ...



Sometimes though, artistic endeavour takes precedent - "what can i do with all this stuff" - and various chefs, who usually work in world class kitchens, let their imaginations run wild ... a bit like a concert where your favorite group rushes headlong, and sometimes inadvisedly, into an unprecedented improvisation thing

Finally i came to my favorite standwhere my buddy, the devil, found work for idle hands to do