Tonight - See Me

Naughty Bobby winding up the secretary - I love it when he tries to get past people or wrest things away from them.

The opportunities to show his hands off in this are limitless, so more tomorrow or Saturday (remember my friend should be here watching Cherry Red tomorrow, plus either The War At Home, post allowing, or an episode from Season 5).

Everyone's A Winner

I loved all your captions and couldn't choose between them, so if you each just tell me what you would like me to post I'll do my best to oblige. (And no, Vincent in a VERY large brown envelope is not a post I will be making!)

Sweet-Smelling Italian

And I don't mean the leather upholstery in the Ferrarri!

How do you ever choose?

So here I am with over a hundred pictures from Cherry Red. I can't post them all at once. It's so difficult to decide which ones to use first. How do the rest of you ever make a choice?

This time I chose shoulders and Bobby opening his legs for our delectation. As usual Blogger posted them in random order...

Cherry Red

My fellow Vincent D'Onofrio loving friend should be here on Friday when Hallmark is showing Cherry Red. That was enough to persuade me to capture some images to share.

Stuff Orange!

I missed you all yesterday so badly. I was connected to the internet in a very basic way that let me Instant Message with JoJo, but refused to let me on to my blog or anybody else's, and I couldn't reach my email accounts either. I managed to get Google and some links on from there, but the next linked was blocked - except on Orange, my ISP. I phoned their helpline at a pretty hefty rate, was left in a queue for ages, then told it was their fault because of maintenance. If I wanted a refund I could call another number. That is, spend more in phone calls than they are ever going to refund.

Maybe if they'd given us some notice we could all have saved our pockets and our sanity.

Caption Competition

What's Bobby saying to Eames?

WHat's Bobby thinking here?

What is Bobby thinking about or saying to Ross?

I'm hopeless at this kind of thing, so I hope you can come up with some worthy candidates. Prize of your favourite picture being posted - Never To Be Repeated Offer!

Latest Tagger Challenge

Here's my challenge to you all. I'd like you to tell us all on your blogs (or in the comments here if you don't have a blog) what your best namedrop is. It can be direct or, like mine, by association.

One of my ex-students married her (much older) university lecturer, who was at Oxford with Bill Clinton.

Over to you.

The Black T-Shirt of Hotness

I managed to squeeze into it and take this picture in the mirror. Can you tell it's first thing in the morning?

It came with this certificate of authenticity.

The garment label has some writing - on the front some scribble and 2/3,

on the back Goren. There's also a tag with either CI4 or C14.

The material is quite dense and not very soft, and luckily it doesn't attract every white cat hair (of which there are many hundreds flaoting around at any given time in my house!)

A Typical Tale Of London Travel

I was really looking forward to visiting my cousin Perce and his wife Val for Sunday lunch, with his sister Barbara and her husband Frank. I wanted to share the family reunion pictures with them. Perce and Val live near St Albans, a small town to the north-west of London. The plan was, I would take the Docklands Light Railway to Bank Station, where I would pick up the Northern Line of the tube to Colindale, and Perce would pick me up there.

First problem came when no trains for the correct branch in the line were on the board. Then an announcement specially designed to coincide with the arrival of a train so that it was inaudible said there were engineering works, and a replacement bus service would take me to my destination - once I got on the correct branch. I took the next train and changed to the right branch further on. We were suddenly told to leave the train a stop early to catch the bus. It arrived at 11am, and the doors remained closed while an employee had us observe 2 minutes' silence for Remembrance Day.

As we approached the stop I needed, we seemed to veer the wrong way at a junction. The driver told us this was as close as he could get us because the road was closed, and he put us off the bus with no idea how to get to where we needed to be, just that it was one-and-a-half miles away.

The road was cordoned off and police were on duty, but they were not able to direct us, as they were not local. All they had to do was keep everyone out, as there had been a murder. Eventually I got quite close to the station, but two people said I had to turn in two different directions. I phoned Perce, and quoted some unfamiliar street names to him, but when I mentioned the pub opposite, he knew where I was and joined the queue of cars to reach me and whisk me to his lovely home. I was only an hour late on an hour's journey!

We had a lovely day after all that trauma.

This is a picture of Perce and Val's son Russell's wedding, with Val in pink and Perce, of course, on the right.