Pointing is rude...

...but who in their right mind would object to being pointed at by Bobby? Or indeed Vincent himself?

Signs of Life

I just go this off ebay. Vincent's so young and lovely in this movie. To echo what people have been saying about penguins and puffins, I WANT ONE!

Now sit up straight and fold your arms

I finally managed to post some photos of Bobby with his arms folded. I wish we could see his shoulders from behind when he's folded those chunky arms.

He is so expressive, every gesture is oozing with meaning. I'd love to read that body language in person.

Rubbish

My internet service provider has just been taken over by a mobile phone company and it is now providing a seriously rubbish service. It can't find this blog even when I'm already on it, so I haven't been able to publish the pictures I wanted to, because half-way through loading them it searches for the open "post" page and fails to find it. So no photos - Vincent with his arms folded will have to wait for another day.

I know how you feel

What a day! First day of jury service, and I wasn't required for any jury - but not dismissed from court till 2.30pm. Went to the supermarket on the way home, then after putting the shopping away decided to go and get a few signatures for my letter/petition about the plans to ruin my street. But everyone is so wired up about it that I ended up spending over an hour talking to various people. Those worst affected (whose houses will be overlooked by the new development) are having meetings, unaware that the rest of the street is also up in arms. Someone else, who discovered only a small number of people received the letter from the council, has duplicated it and plans to deliver it to the whole street. It's always been a good community here, but this is really making us gel as a group, so something positive has resulted from this threat.

Tough Choice

Vincent or the car? Hmm. No contest. Ferraris are nothing compared to the luscious Mr D'Onofrio.

Shock! Horror! Meerkat Reveals All

The sun burst through the clouds, and suddenly the meerkats decided to sunbathe. This male took the opportunity to flash us and expose his equipment.

After the masturbating macaque, this was pretty mild. It was a sexy day at the zoo, though.

Wish Vincent had been there...

My House (2)

I only had my Rover car for a couple of years (I kept my previous car for 12) but I loved it so much that on the morning I traded it in I took this photo of it outside my house. The house is a Victorian terrace (row house) built in 1901. Imagine tearing down one of these to build an access road.

I like myself...

A rare opportunity to fully appreciate that parrots, and other birds that have eyes on either side of their heads, really do see different things out of each eye.

I no longer have this mirror. The parrots used it as a chew toy. Not to worry - I found it in the toilet of a flat I once rented (ie. 30 years ago) and it wasn't up to much even then. I think it was born to be a parrot toy.

My House

If only! This house actually belongs to friends of mine. It's the most beautiful house I've ever been in (aside from a few Stately Homes owned by The National Trust or English Heritage) with absolutely glorious gardens.

The first time I went there, just after they'd bought it, I couldn't believe I knew people who owned a house like this.

The owners open the gardens for charity several times every summer.

Stretch!

As if the gorgeous boy were not tall enough for all our requirements, they have to go and show him flaunting himself and reaching up where no man can usually go.

I can think of a few places he could go, and he wouldn't have to stretch.

Thank you

Dandy would like to thank everyone for their good wishes. He is currently enjoying life being a naughty boy just like cats should.

A Nightmare in My Street

We all had letters yesterday informing us of a planning request to demolish the house opposite me to create an access road for some new houses they want to build behind the remaining houses.

The land in question used to be allotments, but haven't been used for growing in the 29 years I've lived here. They belonged to the Rail company, and there is a railway line running alongside. I assume the people who bought the house managed to get the land as well. It is currently only accessible from a gate in the garden of the house they want to tear down, and over the years it has become a piece of urban woodland. It's a wildlife site, with foxes, squirrels and birds finding a haven there, including house sparrows, a species which is declining in numbers elsewhere.

The demolition will leave the house it's attached to with a road for a neighbour instead of a quiet garden. The noise, dirt and disruption will make life a misery for the rest of us. The road is narrow and stuffed full of the cars of people who want to use the nearby stations and shopping centre. When some people had to move house temporarily the other day for repairs to be done to their home, the removal van couldn't park, so no-one could get through.

Into this fragile mix in a Victorian street they want to add a buiding site and heavy plant.

Shame on them.

We'd better win the case.

Turn On Don't Switch Off

This is my current wallpaper, so it's a turn-on to turn my computer on, and a struggle to switch off.

He's solving the horse vet murder tonight. One thing's for sure - he wouldn't need any of that fertility drug the murderer gives her husband. He's so obviously all man. And as there's a lot of him, there's a lot of man.

I'm rambling. Looking at this picture does that to me.

Puffins

There's a great picture of baby penguins over on DNYER. Because Penguin Books had (still have?) a children's arm called Puffin Books, it seems some confusion has arisen and some people think a puffin is a baby penguin. So here are some pictures of puffins for you to amuse yourselves with. They're like adorable little clowns.

Good News

Dandy's tumour was benign. It was a reactive lymph gland, no apparent reason why it sould have gone haywire, but no cancer or other ongoing problems. Phew!

Not a Puma

This is my friend Susanna's Abyssinian, Amal. I know that when Vincent was with Carin he had a couple of Abys, but I don't know who got custody. They are beautiful cats.

Happy Accidents

How could she not just lean forward and kiss that arm, barcode and all?

Vincent really is an unhairy man, isn't he? There's a little chest hair visible here, but his armpits look fairly clear, and his arms and legs are practically hairless. But then there's that stubbly face and the groin from Guy. Ooh, lovely thoughts.

Happy BIrthday

I hope Julie doesn't mind my publishing this photo of her 40th birthday in 2004. She still looks exactly the same, so I think you can see what I mean about her being 42 and looking 25. The right age for Vincent, and someone you couldn't resent if she actually caught him. Damn!