Better Late Than Never

On my way back from the zoo (see post below) I realised - at 5.30, while waiting for the train - that I had a local meeting to attend at 6.30.

I did a flying visit home, then arrived at the meeting for refreshments :) But I didn't get back home for good till after 9.30. Tonight's post should be The Gift, but it's another episode I have not capped. The mother really annoys me, and I just want to give her a good slap. Bobby's too nice to her.

So as not to disappoint my public, I'll just nip across to Photobucket and choose some piccies to share.

And Tricia, if you want to get in touch with Snarkangel about getting a copy of Guy, I have ways of putting you in touch. Just leave a comment and I will let you in on my secret.

Ah, the irresistible Olee.


Not many actors of his generation could convince as football players.


Even fewer could pass for blind.


Fewer still could throw the furniture out of the window.


No others could tempt us with such a view.


Only he could offer such a cute butt view.


Who else has such a superb set of hands?


Only Vincent.


Don't sulk now, sweetheart. We love you very much.


We want to kiss your sweet little nose.


Don't laugh. It's true.


You are perfect.


Even from the back.


Yes, definitely from the back...


The torso we would die to embrace.


We love you Olee.

Good Day Sunshine

It was nearly 9 o'clock when I woke up this morning to find it was a glorious sunny day. "Oh goody," I thought, "I'll go to the zoo."

I have a few pictures I'll share tomorrow, but a couple of other things happened that I couldn't photograph.

Firstly, in the queue at the snack bar, I realised that the woman behind me looked familiar. I was sure she was an actress, but couldn't quite place her. We were chatting about the fact that the queue was slow, and the woman whose son took some drinking straws out of the dispenser was bonkers to think it appropriate to put them back in.

I told her I was having a repeat experience of when the actress mother whose son I used to teach came to a parents' evening, and mentioned the actress's name. The woman told me she was in Bluebell, and the penny dropped. It was a very good serialised story shown quite a few years ago about a girl who wanted to be a hoofer, and joined the Bluebell Girls. She has been in quite a lot of stuff in the years since then.

I was even able to remember her name, which I think pleased her.

Here's Carolyn Pickles, a very nice woman whose neighbour needed some TLC, so she took her to the zoo.

Meanwhile, back at the lion enclosure, the handsome beast had a few bouts of roaring audible across much of the zoo. Up close it was spine tingling, reaching down into the deepest reaches of ones being to the most primal levels of the soul.

Gemini's a Gem

Bobby astride me holding my head - yessss!


"Do you think Marilyn Monroe would have liked me?"


The profiler in profile.


"So I weighed them in my hands and jiggled them about a bit."


The shoulders or the hands - mmm, tough choice.


JUST HOW LONG CAN A FINGER BE!


"Shhh! I'm concentrating."


"I'm not TRYING to be gorgeous, just succeeding."


No, it's not fair, this time I have to suck that delicious digit.


The camera just loves Bobby striding. Etc.


See?


"Who, me?"


Those lips were made for kissing.


That thumb was made for sucking.

We all know Monty Python, so if we name THE Python "Monty", do you think we could get Vincent to do "The Full Monty"?

New Interview with Vincent D'Onofrio

After my fainting episode during the last interview, and the fading out of the interesting bit at the end, I have made another attempt to ask Mr D'Onofrio another revealing question or two.

Val: Vincent, you have been involved in quite a few kissing scenes in your filming career. Do you enjoy kissing?

Vincent: Well, Val, I am a red-blooded man, after all. But it is work, you know. There are dozens of people present, and you have to do a lot of retakes.

Val: Lots of retakes, eh? Mmm. Do you think any of your kissing partners ever messed up just to get another take?

Vincent: (rich, throaty, hearty laugh) I guess that's possible. I might even have done that myself once in a while.

Val: You've even done some pretty enthusiastic-looking kissing with men on screen. As a straight guy, how did you find that?

Vincent: It's all part of the job. Were the boy kisses hot?

Val: You have no idea! Are you aware that, in addition to an absolutely amazing tongue, you have the most kissable lips in the known universe?

Vincent: Well, it's very kind of you to say so. Would you like to try them out?

Val: Well, like you say, it's all part of the job. The things I have to do in the name of research! This may involve quite a lot of retakes.

(Sound fades as kissing noises permeate the room.)

Thanks Drowsey

DrowseyMonkey (http://drowseymonkey.blogspot.com/) has kindly given me this award.

Anyone who hasn't visited her madcap blog yet, you are missing one of the great blogging storytellers.

Much of it appears to be true, too, which is a bit worrying...

Testing His Mettle

An episode in which we see Bobby constantly scrunched up :)

Hairdresser! Tweak that errant curl.Or better still, let me do it.


The Towering Inferno.Well, he sets me alight.


I love it when he toys with people.I'd love it even more if he'd toy with me.


"The riddle on this Valentine's card - does it spell out Val?"


"Yes it does! And what a VERY rude joke, too."


"Aaarghhh! What is that growing out of my neck?"


Imagine if they tried to wedge him in the back of a mini...


I want a giant gnome like this in my garden!


"Bugger off and leave the book alone, woman!"


"That growth has got tangled in my hair now."


"I can't show them my Python on TV - do you think my wrist will do?"


That's OK Bobby, just stand there like that, and you'll fulfil a lot of dreamswithout moving another muscle.

And the award goes to...

We often bemoan the fact that Vincent is rarely even nominated for awards, much less win any. But can we really be surprised when the awarding bodies are so obviously mentally defective?

Back in the late 1960s, the Oscar for the best costumes in a movie went to Planet of the Apes for this:

There were some who thought it should go to 2001: A Space Odyssey, directed by the man who gave our lovely Vincent his big break, the late Stanley Kubrick.

I couldn't isolate a short clip from YouTube, so if you just watch the first minute or two of this video, you will see a family of apes hudddled in a cave.

The reason for not giving the award to these costumes?

The awarding committee thought they were real apes!

Nothing can ever surprise me again.