Make A Joyful Noise, Etc …

Many thanks to Speedway for tracking down this awesome track.
Sing along now …

WTF Monday

Okay, so I've run out of WTF Monday photos of my own (months of crappy weather have kept my camera indoors), so instead let's start the week with the most tempting offer Jesus has ever had.

Urn

Okay, so this is me. Every few years I get the urge to play Lara Croft for a week. Would someone please be so kind as to point me in the direction of a life?

Saturday Statuary - Fruit of the Loom

When the freezing rain and howling northerly gale get together and try to tear your face off, who you gonna call?
The Yarnbombers! Yay!
A hearty thank you to Norwich's doughty yarn bombers for bringing a touch of colour to a drab weekend and cheering my life up just when I need it.

Friday …

Dead Horny

Understandably rejected by the herd, the buffalo mime wandered off to die alone in the desert.

Gentlemen, Don't Start Your Engines

So there I was, sitting here hating the snow and daydreaming of how nice it will be when Goodwood comes around, and lo and behold, into my inbox plopped this photo of the racetrack, taken yesterday.
Hey ho.
Verily, the weather gods do shit in mine hat and do squish it down upon mine head.

Sick of Snow

Architecture … It's a glamorous life. You get to drive a hundred miles in the snow, stand outside in a howling nor-easterly gale and look at a hole in the ground.
Then drive back again.
Whoop-di-doo.

WTF Monday - Land of the Free

It's The Fourth Sunday of Lent, So …

… it must be Mother's Day (at least in civilised countries). Smothering Sunday we call it.
This is not Mum, Phil and me, though I'm sure I have some trousers like that somewhere.
Happy Mother's Day, Mum! I'm now on my way over for lunch and to steal some of your sausage rolls (what are sons for if not to exploit your baking mercilessly)?
Yes, I know, I know … EVERY day is Mother's Day. Sheesh!