Once you start looking...

...you see the trouser tempter everywhere.

Hands, groin and boomps-a-daisy.

The Vincent D'Onofrio Group

I have started a Yahoo group to try and fill any gap left by the slowing down and seizing up of molly.com/vdo. I think I've invited everyone whose email address I have , but for my other faithful V-friends, I believe this link should send you to the sign-up page.

Click to join vincentdonofriogroupies

Eliza put a rocket in the post...

...and Rocketman arrived at supersonic speed.

Of course I acted on Lisa's information first. I was so intent on getting all the best shots, some of the frames may be duplicates. BUT HEY - WHO CARES?!

94 &95 seem to be the happiest accidents :)

Eyes Down

With thanks to TheReel, the cameraman, and the owner of that delightful package. I THINK IT'S THE BEST ONE YET!

Hallmark's at it again!

Once again Hallmark dares to mess with LOCI fans. It has scheduled 2 episodes this weekend, both on Saturday night this time, but they appear to be planning to miss out 2 of the finest episodes ever - Chinoiserie and Malignant.

I feel a complaint coming on. Not that they take any notice, or even reply.

Two very different favourites

I've always loved Errol Flynn in swashbuckling mode. He seemed to be the ultimate male. Of course, now that mantle has been passed to you-know-who...

Max Miller was a rather risque comedian of the 30s, 40s and 50s. He was known for these bright, flowery plus-fours suits, and a brand of humour that was sometimes banned by the BBC (radio of course, he was not relaly of the TV era, but mostly a music hall star). My favourite joke of his (heard long after his death in 1963, when I was just 10, is this:
I was walking along a narrow mountain path, too narrow for two people to pass, and this beautiful young woman comes towards me, stark naked she was. Well I didn't know whether to block her passage ot toss meself off.

They don't write them like that any more.

From Faith to The Faithful

The Goren Show.

The Goren Groin Show.

False Faith

Well I suppose it's better to invent a sick shild than to make an actual child sick.

Poor Bobby has a split lip! Let Val kiss it better.

Me and my big mouth...

At last night's area forum, I wrote out a lot of stuff on local problems I thought needed looking into. I discussed it all with my local councillor, and she promised to follow up on it all - most of it was stuff we discussed just before and just after her election, so there were no surprises there.

But as a special needs teacher in the Borough, I am concerned about the Council's plans for reform in that education sector. I told her about the consultation document I had filled in, and how I have done most of the things that there are now, and most of the things that they are proposing. Suddenly I was on the spot to provide the information to the councillors, and of course I hadn't kept a photocopy. So when I've finished posting here, I've got to go and recreate it in an email for them.

I also found out that the local police use their sirens at dead of night because they think they are exempt from the rules governing the sounding of horns at night. I tried telling them that their lights performed the nighttime function that their sirens perform in the daytime, but the officer insisted he was right. I insisted he check and let me know. I'm sure he wouldn't lie...

For Julie

Julie asked for what Julie always asks for - a groin shot :)
She spotted this one from Magnificat.

More Faith

The perp over-thought the event - and Bobby doesn't realise till Deakins points it out. He's too busy analysing the crime.

I love the way he pretends to be studying the noticeboard while the professor helps Eames play with the building blocks of life.

The subject matter amy be yucky, but there are some great shots of Bobby in this one.

Remember the old bumper stickers?

They used to say things like "Wind-surfers do it standing up". My favourite was "Carpenters are tongue-and-groove men".

Here's a tongue I wouldn't mind in my groove...

Earthquake!

Yesterday morning, at about 8.15, there was an earthquake in the southern English county of Kent measuring 4.3 on the Richter Scale. It happened under the English Channel off Folkestone, where there was apparently some shift in the plates. As you can see from the news pictures, the damage was slight, though some buildings have been deemed too dangerous to return to.

My cousin June and her husband Mick were having a cup of tea in bed, and each thought the other had made the bed move.

So there they were in bed when the earth moved, and all they were doing was drinking tea!

Faith - Hands and Eyes

There were lots of shots of Vincent's eyes and hands looking edible when I capped this earlier today. Sadly, when you go on to the slideshow-making facility at Photobucket, the pictures are too small to see details like eyelashes, so it gets a bit hit-and-miss. Still, they're all of Bobby, and that's what counts.

Can't miss the hands, though...