Whoops

Er … I kinda ran out of dumb photos for WTF Monday posts.

What with that and being crazy busy at work and getting home late and then sitting and watching Wimbledon while slurping noodles I never got around to posting yesterday.

This might (or might not; depending on how things go) be the norm for the next couple of weeks as I do enjoy watching those lithe and leggy gals bouncing around in short skirts.

Stained Glass Sunday

And the Lord saith:
"She was THIS fat!

I mean, what the fuck?

Her profile said 'average' body type.

How is that average?

What is this? America?

I'll never trust an online dating site again as long as I live.

Sheesh!"

Saturday Statuary - Happy Face

Norwich Cathedral again … This time it's a statue of a woman wondering how she managed to put on her shawl and trap her arm in it.

Friday Morning Wood - You're Never Too Old

Car Porn Thursday - Mascot

Rally drivers are not the most sophisticated of cultural æsthetes. When it comes to a lucky mascot, what do they choose?

Yup … Special Patrol Group: the homicidal hamster from The Young Ones. Ah, the eighties … what the hell was that all about?

Wednesday Window

Clock. Table. Teapot.

WTF Monday - Lard-Ass Britain

That's not a belt; that's an EQUATOR!

Glad to be bucking the fat fucker trend. I'm having to buy new belts for my new trousers as I kept having to poke new holes in my old fat belts. Yay for being a normal shape again thanks to Old Dive's Miracle Non-Diet™.

Stained Glass Sunday

Summer Bummer

Well, we're still waiting for spring to arrive here, but today we've by-passed it and gone straight from winter to the classic English Summer … a hailstorm from hell has just trashed my white lilac.
The picture was taken last week, but I just got home from Breakfast Club to find the corpse of the tree laying by the back door in an inch of ice.
Hey, fuckity ho. Here we go.