Friday Morning Wood

Wednesday Window

Another one from Phil and Dawn's Guest Photographer Session.

Spiffy, huh?

WTF Monday - When The Mile High Club Goes Bad

This is what happens when a couple of cute vintage Gloster Meteors listen to Barry White, drink too much wine and then don't remember a thing in the morning. Except one of them set a camera up to take a selfie and this is the result.
Never … ever … set up a camera to take a selfie.

Stained Glass Sunday - Storyboard

Mediæval stained glass wasn't just decorative; it had a purpose to serve. Back then, if you didn't speak Latin you wouldn't know what the hell the service was all about, so the church provided pictures.

Not sure which part of the scriptures this one's supposed to depict, but reading from top to bottom I'd guess something along the lines of:

And the big guy saith "Dude! Check it out, man; I'm sitting here with all these giant red peaches an' shit."
And the lady in the nightie saith "Whatever. I mean you should have seen it! Like, it was THIS big!"
And the man with the bloody sword spake thus: "Endangered species, my ass! I can get at least a dozen designer handbags outta your hide."

If you're in church today, check out the stained glass and see what tales it has to tell.

Guest Photographer Time

You may or may not have noticed that I'm going through another one of those "really can't be arsed to switch on the bloody computer, let alone post stuff on my blog" phases.
So until somebody hands me a big bag of motivation I'm passing the baton to Phil and Dawn, who've been playing with their cameras up in the desolate wastes of the North.
To kick off: here's a photo of an arcade of gothic arches at Fountain's Abbey … done in grass.

You Lookin' At Me?

WTF Monday - Hanging Chad

Well, that pretty much sums it up for the state that gave us Jeb Bush, hanging chads, voter registration fraud on an industrial scale, and of course, these:
Florida cooking,
Florida take-out,
Florida sex,
and Florida sporting achievements.
The Guardian last week printed a picture of the USA showing all the major rivers.
Pretty cool, until you realise there are no major rivers in southern Florida.
Er …
Cock.

Stormy Saturday

Well actually, it was stormy Friday out of the office window, but we're due pretty much the same thing today.
We've got no real mountains closer than Poland so we don't see proper mammatus clouds here like Ms.M has up in the Rockies. This is the closest we get; kind of fried egg boobs bubbling under the thunderclouds.

It's way over thirty degrees here (that's up around a hundred for the Colonials, with about the same percentage humidity … blech) as I write this and we've not had rain so much as warm sweat falling in great, splatty torrents out of the clouds. Some boffo lightning, though I'm too slow to get photos of it so you'll just have to imagine it.
Happy weekend, one and all.

Friday Morning Wood

Car Porn Thursday - Trippy Trailer