Helen's a sculptor who specialises in green men, Shiela's a stained glass artist who also runs an evil software empire, and me? I tagged along and made the sandwiches.
Armed with binoculars and my sad-boy's 600mm penis compensating lens, we scoured the upper reaches of the church, and what did we find, way up high, out of sight of the naked eye?
Why, this cute little fella with his marvellous appendage.
I've not Photoshopped it, go there and check (take binoculars … and sandwiches).For hundreds of years, generations of God-fearing folk have worshipped under him, singing hymns, kneeling in pious prayer, blissfully unaware of the rather splendid boner and impressively chubby set of balls dangling over their heads.
His rock hard stiffy has blessed weddings, flashed funerals and appeared erect on BBC 1's Songs Of Praise. Drop to your knees and worship him. I didn't mean like that! Well alright … if you must …
Finished now? Sitting comfortably? Right, here's your homework:
Today's word you must use in your next telephone conversation: Akimbo.
Today's track to track down: Chicken Pussy by Bongwater. It's by Bongwater. It's called Chicken Pussy. What other excuse do you need?
Today's fact: Wood only floats when people are looking.
Additional reading assignment: Dive has been re-reading Robert Fisk's classic, Pity The Nation: Lebanon At War. Buy it, read it and weep … really.
In the meantime, skip on over to Reading While Falling (http://readingwhilefalling.blogspot.com/) to see what it's like there right now.
2 comments:
Wow...that is impressive!
Wow, you have been blogging meaningfully for a long time. I think I "met" you only from your rants, Dear Dive. I had no idea of your finer side. I'm so glad to meet its acquaintence.
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