Still on the hunt

Another disappointing flick through the 'Come and Get Me I'm Desperate' pages in Figurines (not Dolls!) Monthly.

Boxer rebllious contender almighty!

A blooming disgrace to the world of tailoring is what I would say about it if I were talking and not blogging it all over your screen.

It's not easy to come by a specially-tailored boxing robe, and even more so when one has special requirements logo-wise.

So it's a right miffing of me when it turns up without the emblazoning on the back of my nom-d'amour 'The Anglo-Irish Love-Garden Moisturiser'.

You can surely imagine the scene if I had been properly attired. Look at how I even managed to prance and dance in the inadequately-be-logo'd garment that was so shoddily issued to me. All the grace and beauty of a granite butterfly, I think you'd agree.

Having worn it, I am now relinquishing it - in all it's sweat-soaked glory - to a Martin, as an act of charity, of which I am always silent about completely.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

A supermodel, posing.

It has finally come to the point where I must own myself up that it is possible for such a thing as a glamorous granny to exist.

But it's a right old sad day, ain't innit?

In The Pink, Alright?

Roseate glow(er).

No! Nay! Please don't worry, any of you lot.

I know that many people have been fearing for the abnormally normal workload I have been victimised of by courtesy of the Boss Lady-Lord-Bless-Her-And-Her-Little-Cotton-SocksTM.

Can I say now that I am absolutely on top health form, despite this, and that my persistent grumpiness is merely my being quiet a bit.

Got that? Good.

Film Review 11 : Up The Road

Synopsis: Man goes up shops with kid. Gets a bit lost on the way back. DON'T TOUCH THAT TROLLEY! Moodies about.

Col's commentary: The laughs come thick and frequently in this marvellous remake of The Road To Moroccan, with Vigorous Mortifyingsen in the titular sour-faced-josher Bingo Crosby role. Three out of ten.

Derrig Towers - Refurbishment?

I am considering buying a life-size cut-out of 'Mr.Showmanship' to brighten up Derrig Towers after many years of tolerating the depressing gloom and borderline insanity of that Moonbat of Mopery, Morrissey, being on posters all over the walls of my adobe.

In fact, I think Lee would make an excellent companion for old miseryguts, sitting behind him and tinkling him up and away on his ivories.

Bracing

The Caledonian Road, heading south to Club Derrig.

Monstering

You will all know my penchant for coats, see for exempli gratficiatus the post here.

Well, what with being freezed up a tad, I have devoted some resources to an even hotter coat, known as a 'Parker'. Weighs a ton.

It is great for monstering up the laydeez.

As can be seen in action beneath (not a reconstruction).

Look out, girls, here I'm coming!

Unexplicatable

A chart, today.

The above graphic shows up an internet phonomenononon of how some people can become micro-celebrities in their own way throughout any efforts on their part in any way shape or format.

Just how JayDee's seasonal greetings video got 236 hits as of the day today, is and will always remain a mysterious.

Hogmananny

So there was me and Beattie up all night with our traditional egg-nog and our preferred nibbles (him a sausage surprise and me the Ginster's buffet bar) waiting for the appearance of the Scotland lad.

And nary a word or sight of him.

Is he not on as often these annual years now?

Or, to put it more sucinctly, has someone changed the frequency, Kenneth?

Still, at least we saw the old year out with a bang, as is our wont.