Joy sent me a bunch of photos during the week so we could play a game of "Spot Dive". I've not included all of them because I seemed to turn up all over the place so there were far too many.
I could of course get my revenge by posting "Spot Joy" instead (she's rushing around in about sixty of my Festival photos) but I'm too much of a gentleman (HA!).
So …
Can you spot fat, baldy old Dive?
This one's just a practice. Yes, that's me hovering like a vulture ready to steal Jong's yummy food as soon as he's set up.
This one's a little harder, though I could easily spot Thom and Rosita.
Ha! Tricky … I'm behind the camera in this one. Don'tcha just love sugar-sweet, icky-cute little kids?No?
Nor me. Monsters, the lot of 'em.
Those are my bags under the table.
How not to walk elegantly.
More icky-cuteness.Never, EVER let kids have drums.
As soon as the salsa lessons were announced, Thom and I ran away and hid.
Ah, these kids I DO love. Martha, Mave and JM, the little Jonglets.Again, Dive is hidden behind the camera on this one.
This is my favourite of all of Joy's photos of me. It's my best side.
Yay for belly dancers with actual bellies! These were the owners of the henna hands on last weekend's Festival post.If you managed to Spot Dive successfully then I really think you should consider changing your lifestyle and doing something far more useful with your time on a Sunday afternoon.
So … Tomorrow I will be heading off to London to meet our lovely blogpals Madame et Monsieur Benaut from the land down under and making lots of jokes about the Australian Olympic Team getting trashed in the medals table by a bunch of whingeing poms.
Hee hee hee.
Don't worry, I'll take lots of photos.
20 comments:
You could have caught up with them today! Did you see the crowd in front of Buckingham Palace?
Wouldn't London be dead tomorrow? We did that 2 years ago - same bank holiday Monday and everything was closed! We were all poised to shop, as we showed a friend from the US around London.
Shame. It would have been great if you posted ALL the photos of you, especially the one where you really showed off your beige suit :D
Yes, but the so-called "party and free concert" there featured nobody I'd ever heard of; just a bunch of twatty "celebs" and kid-bands.
Ick!
Bank holidays are nice in London. Sure, the shops are shut but the parks are open and uncrowded, as are the museums and galleries.
And apart for a few speciality places I never shop in London. It's crap.
No way am I ever posting THAT photo, Joy! Because of that I have been wearing out my home gym and eating leaves.
And it is not a beige suit, just a pair of 'sand' Levi 501s and a wrinkly linen jacket. I only own one suit and that hangs up at work for meetings. It only comes home for weddings and funerals.
I don't have many clothes as I'm firmly of the opinion that dressing well would be (a) expensive and (b) make me no more attractive … Put a hat on a pig and you've got a pig with a hat on.
The galleries will be open? That's wonderful! I've just given up really. Why does everything have to be closed when people are actually free to go see places, eat at restaurants and shop to death? Not used yet to the 9 to 5 shopping.
I only attend concerts when there are seats I can reserve :D
And I disagree about the dressing bit. You looked really nice at the Festival! Good time to have collected a few phone numbers.
This is England, Joy. We're so full of history we behave like it's still the dark ages. Nightlife here consists of sleeping.
I remember in Portugal when it got toward midnight the nightlife started. Everyone dressed up in their finery and went out shopping, eating and drinking; whole families together. It was lovely.
Hey ho.
I looked fat at the Festival; there was only one phone number I wanted and I would never have the courage to pick up the bloody phone anyway.
sugar, the shirt made it easy to find you! the cinematopgrapher cheat - colour (that extra "u" was just for you!) xoxox
cinematographer
Hee hee. Thanks for the "u", Savannah.
xoxox
So tell me - if not the phone number, I could ask her if it's ok to give you her email addy :D Shall I ask?
By the way, you gotta thank Thom and Raimis for the photos. I didn't even get a second to myself until everyone went home at 715pm that Saturday.
Joy, the Luurve Coach sure doesn't give up as easily as I do. Hee hee.
If I haven't the courage to pick up the phone then an email address is going to have me sitting in front of my keyboard for hours, frozen in terror without typing a single word.
By all means broach the subject, but I acted like such a dork at the Festival that her answer will be short and not so sweet. Sigh.
And yay for Thom and Raimis! They were EVERYWHERE, snapping away all afternoon and doing a marvellous job. Plus, Thom is excellent company (as I'm sure you know).
Thanks Joy for providing the Dive photos! And you're a good sport Dive for posting them for us. It was fun playing "Where's Dive?" at the food festival. Your "suit" was a classy touch that made you very easy to pick out of the crowd. Even if you don't see the point of dressing up, believe me, women notice!
Have a nice Bank Holiday tomorrow with the Mme and M. Benaut!
Where's Waldo?
One thing I did notice is that you are always alone.
Dive,
You are at least brave enough to post your photo. I'm not, so I post as a rock. I spend my money on tubes of paint and canvas instead of clothes. I have no new clothes for the first day of school Wednesday. I could not find a single thing that i liked! Everything looks much better on the hanger than my middle aged body! I loved the bellied dancers. I feel better now.
I thought you looked quite dashing and dapper....
Thanks Dive! You know I love current photos of the blogger on the move! Some people are slightly harder to picture in action than others and you are one of them so every photo helps. teehee. Make sure you get group shots with the Benauts as well. YEAH!!! I can't wait to see you guys together!! I saw Lynn's posts this morning so I know the visiting has begun. Fun times. They might be a little tired so careful not to walk their legs off. :)
Oh and you should email that lady. That way she won't see all the stammering. (Boy I'm bossy today) I just watched a great British movie called The girl in the cafe. Boy did Bill Nighy do some awesome awkward get-to-know-you exchanges in that one. Heeheehee! I love that guy.
I am really looking forward to those pictures, Dive, and to hearing all about your visit.
Katie: I deliberately didn't post the worst one. My excuse is that the camera caught me at just the wrong angle … but it still got me running to the gym and dieting. Hey ho; the vanity of an old man.
Rich: Yup; the story of my life.
Sigh …
Hee hee, Neetzy. Yes, the belly dancers' bellies made a lot of people feel better that day. All the women were saying "Well; perhaps I don't look so bad after all" and signing up for belly dancing lessons.
Your rock is cute.
Maria: Hahahahahahaha!
Thank you. I needed that.
Hey, Shan.
Nobody who comes to meet Old Dive in London gets away with their legs and feet intact. I walk everywhere; tubes and taxis are for wimps. By the time I've finished with Madame and Monsieur they will be a foot shorter. Hee hee.
I like Bill Nighy, too. He does the embarrassed and crap Englishman very well.
T: I'll probably be back home too late to post any tonight and I'll be at work tomorrow so you may have to wait until Wednesday. We'll see.
What a fun game—I believe I spotted Dive in each one except when the rotten, little kids were around.
In that first shot, I believe the guy behind you is checking out your bum.
I spotted Dive wearing a belly dancing costume.
Robyn: I have an irresistibly cute ass, as well you know!
Katherine: Eek! My cover's been blown!
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