Who's Crazy

Not our Bobby. Just everyone he knows! (I just watched Frame, but no dvd or caps yet).

Don't stop at removing the jacket!


Don't think he likes Judge Rankin.


Concentrate on me like that and tap my keyboard, Bobby!


Waiting for inspiration.


The shrink wants Bobby to STOP looking at him? I want him to START.


Ooh look - a finger-shaped lollipop!


Charming the socks off a 6-year-old.


Look at his face, then ask yourself why you are dating the doctor, not the detective.


This has a picture of me on the back for BObby to look at.


Out-analyzing the Analyst.

Apocalyptic

The Third Horseman is War, so I presume they mean the villain's war against abortionists. Still seems a strange choice of allusion.

If it's not hand-to-mouth, it's hand-to-groin.


Looking defensive against the pontificating of Carver.


Woof!


That tie is trying to give us another redundant hint.


Hands up who'd like to be this close?


Sowing the seeds.


More being defensive, this time agaist Eames.


Are you pointing at me? Please?


Woof, WOOF!


Can't see this one too often...

More Enemy Within

I can get on Photobucket today, so I thought I'd add a few bonus pictures from this episode, in the size (!) to which we have become accustomed.

If you click on one and go to the album, you will see what a total mess the computer made of the order. I have no idea how it can have done that, just because I renamed the pictures.

The understandably amorous phone glues itself to Bobby's ear.


How can stupid Irene resist?


Look at the little duck's tail!


Those eyes melt me. As for the curls...


The chair is me, and Bobby's hands are where mine want to be :)


I wouldn't mind being that pill bottle either.


I love the expression, the stance - and the little hint of a tum to come.


Wag that finger at me and I'll - suck it!


Nearly there, perp. The look says it all.


Three families. That's how many Bobby said Zaner brought down. I can only make it two.Any suggestions?

The Little Blue Pill Episode

This is the first time I've capped Enemy Within. It cannot be the last. When I renamed the pictures, Windows completely randomized the order.

I managed to upload them to Photobucket, but it won't let me in to get at them, so here they are straight from my machine, so they will be smaller than usual.

Just look at those lovely brown eyes.

Not to mention those wonderful knees and thighs.
Ah, and the little blue pills, of course.
Then we have the arms, with the jacket stretched over the back.
Oh, and how the Big Boy dwarfs the little twit nurse.

Even his head looks massive in comparison.

The Good Detective vs The Bad Doctor

Handsomely perfect and perfectly handsome.


Bobby encounters the annoying shrink.


"That's very nice." You want naked, Bobby, you don't have to make do with a painting.


You could use those hands much more productively over here, Bobby.


The doctor consents to an examination of his apartment. Another Goren triumph.


Only Bobby could concentrate so hard on footage of DRAINS!


Ooh, yes, using his size again!


Clever Bobby gets the doctor on the stand.


Can I warm up your red nose, please? And anything else that needs warming up...

Urban Adventurer

A few days ago I noticed someone (a stranger) was wearing sandals that would just suit my needs. She told me where she found them, and I went online to see if I could order them without the tricky journey going to the shop would entail.

I found that they had a store near my childhood stomping ground, and I decided to combine a visit to the store with a little exploration.

I was too late in the summer to find the sandals. But I managed to pass one of the few bits left of the naval history of Deptford, which is on the Thames. These are the gates of the old Royal Naval Victualling Yard.

St Nicholas' Church is a really ugly late 19th Century brick building, but the old tower remains. The top was apparently destroyed by a gale in 1901 and rebuilt in 1903 (only the old base is visible in this picture).


The only other thing of note is this marble plaque in the churchyard. It's as close as I can get to my current literary hero. I couldn't help thinking that a quote from Dr Faustus was not necessarily very apt in a churchyard!

I couldn't find a way to get down to where the statue of Peter The Great of Russia is. So many streets are dead ends now, or the way to the river bank is blocked by building works. But the thing that upset me most was the fact that they are building new flats by what they are calling Greenwich Creek. IT'S DEPTFORD CREEK! Bad enough that part of Deptford got transferred across into Greenwich, but to rename this historic waterway (OK, so most of it is really yucky) so that it might sound more appealing to Yuppies is a step too far. I hope they all get stuck behind the opening of the swing bridge across the Creek every day of their lives.

Pardon my over-zealousness because...

...this was the watermark that came up too big, so:

Bobby's beautiful butt got covered up.


But we still have the shirtsleeves, vest and gun.


Empathy.


Here's my badge, little boy.


"Highlighting isn't stipulated in the warrant." Nor are hunky shoulders, Bobby.

Neither is that place on your neck that I HAVE to kiss before I die.


Astride the chair.


An expression to melt the eyeballs.