WEE RED WILLY.

Hi there again.

Niether wee nor red but discovered at The Wee Red Bar , ECA.

We know we know we know. It has just been far too long since the last post. But Cocks and Baws don't grow on trees you know. We rely on the serendipity of keen artists and keen cock'n'baw photojournalists being at the same place but at different times. These rules were handed to us by a flaming bush at Mount Sinai or Ben Nevis. Being at those dizzy heights really does affect your memory.

It has been a while since one of the co-founders of this here blog has come across an image for himself. We have just been looking in all the wrong places. On a night out, enjoying some fine music by some of Edinburgh's and the Universes hottest talent at the hub of creativity, Edinburgh's College of Art, I came across the following image. Between acts I had to answer natures call, so off I popped. While in the cubicle I felt an imaginary tap on my shoulder, I glanced right and hey ho there it was. I quickly finished my business and called in the help of some Cock'n'ball ground troops as I don't have one of those phone with a camera gadget on it and I also wanted to see the excitement on their faces.

Those kids at the art college are such a talented lot, making this and that out of this and that, and hoping to keep us guessing as to what the f**k they are trying say with their pieces. A load load of cock and balls? Maybe, maybe not. But in the end they just can't help going back to basics; a pen, a toilet wall, and their filthy imaginations.

So here it is. This is gonna make you Purr man.

COCOCOCKS

You know, I sometimes wonder why we must be constantly bombarded with advertising. Just looking around me now as I sit here at C&B headquarters I could probably count a hundred bits of blatant commercialism without leaving my little red chair. Yes that's right a little red Beech bentwood chair.  It squeaks a bit and it's no one of those swively fancy computer types. I dropped that bit of furniture info in there so you can get an idea of our surroundings.

Anyway I have drifted far too far away from the reason that you have all nestled comfortably into this blog for. I just had a wee email dropped into the cock box from a good friend of ours (Nalyd). One of the great bastions of the waiting game, bus stops, are always plastered with advertising. So you waiting for your bus, waiting...waiting...waiting...and not even a bus tracker to look at. And what do find as the cold weather forces a wee hand pocket acquaintance but a Sharpy.

A COCK IN HAND (AND ONE BEHIND YOUR HEAD) IS WORTH TWO IN THE JUNGLE.

COCK ON A ROCK

According to Wikipedia the oldest cave art in the world is found somewhere in France.We are not sure where exactly but who really cares. What is important though is that homosapiens have been adorning there favourite bits of rock with drawings for aaaaaaaages.

So it is with great pleasure that we get to reveal yet another historically and culturally significant piece of grafitti. A glacier probably took a bloody long time to smooth, sculpt and deposit this rock so delicatley into the countryside somewhere in Scotland ( our research department didn't really look into too much detail). But in a few seconds and an indelible marker it is now just a notice board for "Besty's" phallic facinations.

This has come in from our man at the east coast watch. Thanks East Coast Cock Watch!

"a (online) friend who was out cycling, stopped for a scenic pic overlooking a rock focused camera then his eyes caught the rock and he was like WTF! so he took a pic of the rock instead!"

We lichen this cock!

QUANDARY QUANDARY COCKFITTI OR NOT?

The CaBs has been in astate of flux ever since our last bit of cock. We have dried up a little and have been short of cock. But recently an avid follower of a cock and ball story found this charming birthday card. Not often we get a tripler. but here goes.

NO COCK NO BALL

Hae a squint at this. Not.grafitti but none the less look at our new secondary page that is hiding behind this one. We just learned about these mysterious hidy pages.

COCK N'BOATS

 Boats' Coffee Break. Or should I say cocky break!

Snow caused all sorts of crazy disruption to Edinburgh earlier this winter.The M8 came to a stand still on several occasions and apparently pipes were bursting all over the place. Indeed for those with weather almanacs you could look way back and find no such similar event for a hundred years. The damage and loss to property was indeed horrendous. But as our friend, Neil Boats, discovered even graffiti Cock and Balls were at the mercy of the winter weather. "The conditions" have so harshly treated this C& B that it is just a mere ghost of it's former self.



If only this blog had CUM sooner!

COCK IN THE FOREST

Hi you C & B fanatics. Our Edinburgh owl has been in the forest this week (that is the Forest Cafe). His Eagle eyes were  attracted to this multi medium phallace. We think the the penned cock was out there on the wall by itself initially.But somebody packing a pocket full of blue tack noticed an absence of baw sack.

The B boy realized the blue balls could be sculptured and reformed at will and he giggled all the way back to his nest. So get yoursel down to the Forest Cafe cause we think this one could have legs!

WHATS THAT? ITS 8 O'COCK

Enthusiastic contributer to A Cocks and Ball Story, Tommy, has been trawling below the navel line for comic phallaces recently and look what he has unearthed.

Sure, some people like to apend their comic graffiti appendages to buildings. With the cocks and balls flowing from his mind at an incredible rate this man simply didn't have the patience to get down to the local B&Q to pick up his equipment (i.e paint cans), so he went old school with pen and paper. We like to think of it as urgent C & B release.

It takes a couple of runs through to fully appreciate the skill of this mans animation because initially we just wanted to dance to his euro pop.



 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NCAd0FHoVg