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Saturday, October 04, 2008

VERY Interesting Person

Blond Hair Alert

But only in a few pictures, and NO other sightings, I promise.

Nearly a python sighting.


I only left this one in because when he got up from kneeling down,
HE HAD DIRT ON HIS KNEE!
Don't they clean the floor on these sets? Poor Bobby's nice suit!


Hi, honey, I'm back!


"Oh, my, look at this detective's groin!"


You can see his lashes from 10 paces!


Hottest ever shades pic?


Had to unfocus the thumb, it's too sensational for sensitive ladies' eyes.


If you need a caption for this picture, YOU ARE NOT BREATHING!


Poor unhappy Bobby needs me to cuddle him. Now.


Action Man.
Can I have one in my Christmas stocking, please?


Unh!


Did he ever look more perfect than this?


Just look at that manly chiselled chin.


The perfect profile.


Give me a tranquilliser now!


He's not fooled.


Ooh, snarl at me, Bobby!


Or you could smile at me...


...or even just look at me. The effect would be the same.
Molten Val.

"OK, I give up, Val, take me."
"


Friday, October 03, 2008

Food for thought

A thought occurred to me when I was thinking about the latest Great Skanky interview. She said they were to get married, she walked away twice, he begged her to return. Then he dumped her.

Could it be that she was toying with him, he had enough, and decided to protect himself for the future? In which case, she has only herself to blame, but she cannot "take it" and is trying to place the blame with him.

Fuzzytweetie has been to one of the message boards and discovered what we have all had to undergo before - they only want to slag Vincent off for everything from his weight to the price of bread. Bit like GS really.

She also has an interesting take on the DNA problems we were left with at the end of Frame.

You can find her blog here: http://wildaboutvinny.blogspot.com/

Even when he's not trying...

...he can't help but be sexy as hell.
An ankle covered with a sock is SEXY?
It is when it belongs to Bobby.

"Your boobs aren't nearly as big as Val's."


You must ARM yourself against our obsession, Detective.


Just SHOULDER the responsibilty for our uncontrolled passions.


One little close-up, so many examples of beauty.


"Yeah, this hooker, her boobs were only this big, so I told her..."


I HEART Bobby - Bobby TONGUES me!


Mmm...groin...


...or butt?


From shoulder via arm to hand - hunky!


He's looking like this at that VET? Oh, but get a load of those curls...


Bobby giving the thumbs up. Yes please, Bobby!


What, you expect captions for EVERY picture? Even one like this (slurp)?


Can you see where he wrote my phone number on his hand?



Thursday, October 02, 2008

Short Rations

I still haven't capped Graansha. I really don't like the episode. I have no idea why.

So I've pinched a few of Eliza's finest. Thank you, sweetheart, for your ever-open V-door.

Over here, look at me, Bobby, yoohoo!


Blogger has posted these pictures so close together, and will not let me make spaces for the captions! So let's be sensible for a change. Number 2 - doesn't he look lovely talking to the little girl? Number 3 - well, how about you decide? Suggestions please.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Current Affairs

Sixteen months ago I did a post about the Cutty Sark, a beautiful old 19th century tea clipper (the only one left), catching fire in her dry dock in Greenwich. She was undergoing a multi-million pound renovation. Fortunately this meant that a large amount of her was not on site.

The Cutty Sark in dry dock.

The fire in May 2007.

The burnt-out shell.


Earlier this week the findings of the enquiry into the fire were released. Not drunks or hoodies throwing lighted material in. A vacuum cleaner left on over the weekend that overheated and caught light. It had already been left on overnight "by accident" once.

Then there were the security guards who weren't guarding. They would have smelt a rat - or an overheating vacuum - not to mention heard it, if they'd actually been doing their rounds.

The renovation will cost an extra £10 million. The trustees "might" sue the contractors and the security firm.

They'd damn well better. Not only did a large part of my childhood and the national heritage go up in smoke, so did some of my money, as I have contributed to the restoration fund.

On a more personal note, I have had a couple of aggravations today that you won't believe.

Firstly, I took two pairs of shoes back to the shop to change them for a bigger size. They only had one pair, so I handed over my debit card for the part refund. Next thing I knew, the assistant didn't have it. Another member of staff stuck her nose in, asking in a rather patronising tone if I was sure I'd handed it over. Even though I told her not to talk to me like an idiot, she reported to her manager (a girl of about 12, apparently) that I had called HER an idiot. The manager of course is conversant with the customer always being right, and had a go at me. Meanwhile, my card was found ON THE FLOOR BEHIND THE CASH REGISTERS WHERE THEY HAD DROPPED IT.

I obtained a full refund and bought elsewhere. I have complained to the company.

I also received a much belated reply to a complaint to my bank and related credit card company. This was concerning a letter I received from them approving my consent to payments from my account relating to another person's account - a complete stranger whose account details they sent me. I immediately phoned to get the whole thing cancelled, and of course this cost me the price of a phone call. I wanted a small sum to reimburse me for a call I was forced to make because of their mistake. Just a pound or two would have sufficed. It was the principle.

The reply told me they would not reimburse me. Their reasoning? I had received a £12 good faith payment from them, so I was not out of pocket. The fact that this was the return of £12 they had taken from me because an online payment took 10 days instead of 2, laying me open to a late payment charge, seems to have escaped them. So I have to pay for one of their mistakes because they had to pay for the other one?

I have written to the Ombudsman.

I can but hope this person is one of those who loses their job in the bank takeover occasioned by those who sought to profit from the "credit crunch". Find a new line of work, darling.

Blinking Missing

This is another episode where my pictures are not where they should be. In the early days, I hadn't discovered how to rename my pictures, and I didn't know I could direct them into tolders of my own choosing. So I have a lot of pictures named as the default PDVD (short for PowerDVD) plus a number, and pictures in odd folders I didn't know had even been selected.

Anyway, here's a selection of those that are in the Blink folder.

Can I lick your fingers for you, Bobby? Or suck your tongue...


Just because he's so handsome.


Ah - I could lick your neck as well.


Is he perfect or what?


Oh just LOOK at those arms!


Don't worry Bobby, I love you for yourself.


I wonder if he knows how many pairs of eyes are watching his groin
when he goes for a stroll like this?


"Oh, please, Eames, can't we just have one go of
'walking round the garden like a teddy bear'?"



Tuesday, September 30, 2008

MWAAAAH!

It's been a while since I watched Endgame. It was on Hallmark last night and I BAWLED! I wanted to hug my poor unhappy Bobby and tell him everything was all right.

Which it isn't. Still. ONE TORTURING YEAR ON.

I'm sorry all the pictures are sad, but that's the mood the episode put me into. Let's face it, there are not many laughs in Endgame.









































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