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Thursday, November 03, 2011

Crash and Burn

This is one perp who deserved all he got. He wanted to kill Bobby!! Then poor Bobby was so shaken up by his suicide.

The Leaning Tower of Goren.


Getting ready to finger the perp.


"Am I in trouble?"


Oops! Yes, you are now.


"What kind of rubbish phone are you offering me?"


Want to dance this dance with Bobby?


I want my arm to be where this guy's arm is!


The rather unpleasantly explicit head shot we never got to see on Hallmark/Universal.
Can't remember about 5 - Eliza, Diane?


He's the sun in my eyes when he has the sun in his eyes.


Poor, unhappy, pouty Bobby with those lashes and those lips...


And that neck.




Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Cruising for a Bruising

Smashing for a lashing.

Those eyelashes and that cowlick are just divine.























Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Furbabies

The film I took of the lion cubs last week is not great - the glass was scratched, the reflections interfered with what could be seen, and the noise from screaming children was unbelievable.

I've stitched together the best bits, cut the soundtrack, and present for you delectation Big Mama Ali with her latest cubs, whether they want her to or not!

Monday, October 31, 2011

On The Rocks

The look, the lips, the neck...


Surprised? You will be.


Close your eyes and see what Santa Val sends you.


Put your lips together and hum.


Or kiss.


Anyone for stubble burn?


Enough room on that chin for at least two!




Sunday, October 30, 2011

Human Number 7 Billion

I give fair warning that some of you may be offended by this post. I am pretty sanctimonious about over-population.

When I was 12 - in 1965 - I realised that the last thing the planet needed was extra mouths to feed, especially from me. Even at that age, I knew I wasn't maternal, so I decided not to breed. At the age of 23 I made a permanent commitment by undergoing a sterilisation operation.

Not only am I the youngest of my generation of the family by far, being the late child of two late children, but from the 1930s, my very poor relatives (dockers, bakers) had obviously known how to control the size of their families. No one had more than 2 children. Several had one or none. I wasn't used to being surrounded by babies and young children, and they played no part in my life.

So when I see people in the developed world having large families, I am in despair. In the Third World, with such high rates of infant mortality, I can understand that people need to breed to make sure that any child survives them. When mortality rates decrease and access to contraception increases, birth rates decline. There is no such excuse in the west.

And let's not forget the influence of the Roman Catholic ban on contraception, which affects poorer countries in places like South America out of all proportion to Europe, whence the senseless edict comes, and where it is largely ignored.

Meanwhile, having destroyed our own wild land (in the UK, over 2,000 years ago) we expect poor countries to protect their rainforest and fragile habitats on our say-so.

Captive breeding of endangered species is pointless if there is no habitat to return them to. But humans will use up that habitat to feed themselves, just because they think that an ever-increasing population is OK, or "nothing to do with me".

The worst response, in my opinion, is from the wealthy, when they say, "Oh, but we can afford X number of children." THE PLANET CAN'T! The wondrous leaders of our "greenest ever" government (as they call themselves, oblivious of the irony) Cameron and Clegg, have 3 children each. That represents a 50% population increase. And each child of theirs will have a far greater impact on climate change than any child of a Third World country, bar those of the corrupt dictators who pocket aid meant for their citizens.

Slow Approach

When the Sirens are singing, you have to take care.
Alex won't let Bobby worry about her.


He knows better than to argue, so he hands over the keys.


He's not happy, but he gives in.


He struts his stuff.


He's not happy with the Water Haven PD.
I am happy with his curls.


There's that gesture again.


That false smile that looks so real, so seductive.


Then there's the look of concern. He knows there's more going on than meets the eye.




Saturday, October 29, 2011

Help!

Joan Rivers just took her clothes off!

Friday, October 28, 2011

Hello World!

The new lion cubs at London Zoo, which are now 2 months old, are still not outside, but the keepers have opened the shutters on the inside enclosure where they are spending their time. The reflections on the glass make it difficult to get good pictures, but I was lucky enough to be right there when one little sweetie decided to take a peek out at its fans:

Thursday, October 27, 2011

I Can See Clearly Now

The end of my Blind Spot.

































Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Vote for Bobby

Nantz has posted about a poll on the most fanciable detectives, with Bobby against Stabler, who is winning by a mile. They seem to only count votes once, so I'm asking everyone to do their bit to get our man a win! This is the post, with a link to the poll.

http://vincentdonofrionews.blogspot.com/2011/10/ultimate-law-enforcement-crushes.html

Julia Ormond

Apparently Julia Ormond has been film on the Isle of Man (off the west coast of England). There was an article about her in yesterday's Guardian newspaper.

For the moment it can still be read here:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/oct/25/julia-ormond-interview?INTCMP=SRCH

No mention of Vincent or LOCI, so I thought I'd just add this:

Georgie Porgie

No time for more V-watching and capping (boohoo) so a little diversion today.














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