A Fresh Start

There I was, waiting for my order, when in lumbered the Missing Link.
Five foot ten, build like a brick outhouse. He stared at the board showing the wide range of pizzas on offer.
“Yes?” asked the pleasant chap behind the counter.
Missing Link - his waistband somewhere around his knees but, thankfully, wearing a long football […]

Those emails welcoming me to various artophilic websites and newsgroups that I’d dismissed as spam.
The emails referring to chats with people I’ve never met.
The creep of my credit card towards its limit in spite of my not using it.
All became painfully clear when I returned home earlier than expected this afternoon.

Find your own pose!
More importantly, where can I find a seven foot tall woman to be my tree?
[via Daisy]

Considering the lighting within Norwich RC Cathedral, I don’t think I did too bad. If people just stayed a little stiller - I was shooting at down to 1/3s at one point, after all.

The first shot here is a change to my more usual Em3’s shadow - Em3’s reflection. I was composing the […]

‘Canadian barndance‘
by Anna Pickard.

I was there to collect ‘Mine‘ and a print of a drawing of a Kerr Stuart Wren loco I’d picked up at the Bure Valley Railway’s open day last October.
“Oh, you’ve brought more”, Speedy laughed.
“Yes. I’m clearly a glutton for punishment.”
“When do you need them for?”
“Let’s be realistic, shall we? […]

Just testing a plugin I’ve knocked up to replicate something I found something in the archives over at Mandarin Design (thanks to Lynne’s comment). It’s rather a nice effect, isn’t it? I wonder whether there’s a way to automate it so that the first letter of every post gets a dropped-cap effect. […]

Just testing I found something in the archives over at Mandarin Design (thanks to Daisy). It’s rather a nice effect, isn’t it? I wonder whether there’s a way to automate it so that the first letter of every post gets a dropped-cap effect. That may be going over the top, though.

Clearly believing that their priest can’t count to nine (or, possibly, having misled the Father about young Sam’s date of birth), Tall Andy and Kitten will be returning to Norwich’s RC Cathedral tomorrow for Sam’s christening.
“Would you like an official photographer?“, I joked.
“As a matter of fact, yes. I was going to ask but […]

This clog post has been written via the medium of my phone’s predictive text. It’s not doing too badly yet. I can’t use commas because that would involve not keeping its initial suggestion. Otherwise all is well … Until i start to talk about going good to have a neck of occasomi cheese.
I wonder how […]

Although it seems that Twiggy’s expressed a desire to clone (in a scientific way rather than a desire to have my babies, I assure you … at least, I hope I do) I am currently engaged on a secret project to render myself obsolete by automating everything I do (that last bit hidden so Tall […]

My loaf was mouldy, necessitating a trip to the local shop.
As I stood in line, a slim young lady was bending over the counter (signing a cheque, I think). I idly admired the view - on purely aesthetic grounds - as I waited.
The young lady completed her transaction and turned around. Bugger me, […]

As part of the recent suggest-o-thon, even-star proffered:
Maybe post one thing you learned from tv or the internet that day but wished you hadn’t
The mental image of a sweaty John Prescott MP getting jiggy wid it.
I need to lie down.

“Right, I’m off.”
“What about the four o’clock meeting?”
“I’ve cancelled it. Can’t be arsed with it all today, so I’ll see you tomorrow for the clean-up day.”
“That’s Friday.”
“Yes.”
“The clean up day’s on Friday.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Tomorrow’s Thursday.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, quite sure.”
“You mean it’s only Wednesday?”
“Yes, all day1.”
“In that case, this week’s been even worse than I’d […]

As I reached the checkout at the supermarket tonight a young lady (tall and blonde, if you’re interested) was having difficulties with the checkout operator (who appeared to be a hobbit).
The young lady had a couple of bottles of wine in her trolley yet had neglected to carry any form of age-confirming ID.
By the time […]

Stubby’s back from her hols, everybody!
After having two and a half weeks Em3-free, she may even have warmed to the idea of a date. Knowing my luck, however, she was swept off her feet by some evil1 lothario and is about to sell up and fly out to a new life in south-east Asia.
I’ll […]

I mean, £47.48 to put 49 litres of the stuff into the Em3mobile this evening. Sheesh!
Hang on - 49 litres? It’s only got a 50 litre tank. That’s what I call cutting it close … I reckon I within 8 miles of running it dry, so I wouldn’t have made it home […]

Oh, such fun.
We had a Defrost-the-Fridge party (removing a glacier to rival those I hope to see in Norway in ten weeks’ time). It’s amazing how, well, cooling the fridge now is.
We had a Chuck-Out-Of-Date-Stuff-Out-Of-The-Freezer party (earliest dated item: 1995).
Most importantly, though, we had a Half-Birthday party as dad was exactly 80½ today.

Happy 80½th, […]

I’m not here, of course, as by now I should be at my dad’s.
There’s no Misty to step in in my absence either and I’ve left it far to late to recruit a guest blogger.
Sorry, then, for the lack of content.
Em³ is away. In his absence this has been a prepared post for your (hopeful) […]