A sampling of guestage

A dapper chap!

Well if the theme is black and white then wear it I say!

Peach Wedding

The lovely burd at Derek and Steven's wedding

Spirograph madness

What do you mean you never played with a spirograph as a kid?

Languishing

Good lord, am I so truly bored that I am wrestling with myself!

Its alive!!!

Yes the chilli plants are flourishing, but when shall they bounteously spawn their hottest devil breath chilli fruit!

There be Witches in this here church

Aar it be true, I see'd them wuth mine own not so dry eye

I Walk the Lino

Lino!!! By jove! I am embarassingly proud of my lino laying skills.

Dragon I

Finally the Dragon reveals itself to me. My long time nemesis shines its beady eye upon me before assaulting me with its spicy goodness

Doortop terror

Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the couch....

In my day all this was trees

Flat cap insanity. But you know i think i cut quite a dash in it!

Insanely hot plant action

Thats right, its my chilli plants several months on. Only now i think they are more like trees. There is a hint of something chilli like budding on the top of the left one. Oh the tension mounts, on with the body count! As Ice motherf%$#in T used to say

Fearsome

Hoots mon, its the scary skirling scots at Craigs gig!

Autumn Square in HDR-o-Vision

There might be summat to this HDR malarkey after all!! No tripod and no SLR too! Hurrah!!

Banzai!!

Who makes the best whisky in the word? Eh? The Scottish? No! The Japanese! Who stormed home with the gold award for the best whisky at the international whisky tasting awards recently. And I have it, woohoo!!!

Ah wah din

Good lord, in fact blimey. Not only is this a photo of a photo. Its a blooming photo of a day nigh on ten years ago! Who is that foppish young rake second from the left? I think the ladies would surely have been queueing up to eat chips oot his knickers as they say in castlemilk. Yet here he is. Getting married no less!

Momus is coming

Went to a bit of a mystery gig the other night. I knew i was in trouble when the support act was a wee dude who danced and capered around his laptop whilst screaming random insanities. His music is what i would expect to hear an autistic child of eight who has only ever read what dance music sounds like to produce. Either that or it sounded like a crazed nintendo 64 game. And momus. Well, when the guy came out with an eyepatch and a butchers apron on i knew i was in trouble. Sadly i wasnt disappointed

Exterminaaate!

It seems like nowadays you cant even pop into your local waterstones for a browse without being harangued by those pesky daleks!

Holy bahjeen!

.. and he works in mysterious ways..

The revamped waverly tea rooms

It looked as though it would be pants but the refurb is top notch!

Slitty

As i stumble over the threshold Shady looks at me somewhat belligerently for being a noisy pakora wielding drunken fool

Boulevard of broken dreams

The night draws to a somewhat sleepy close

What an instrument

It looked so real I almost tried to play it!

A pit of snakes

Group shot of motley working folk

More ICR'ity

Miss M and Ally, not the kind in between two buildings that is

No longer a stag

Once married the antlers slowly dwindle away

A warm reception

As Aristotle once proclaimed... Nice to see you.. to see you, nice!

Like a dragon pup

Well a slightly drunk pup that is

Twinnage

As it says in the good book, the dark one shall be borne of a jackal

Mr Tams Wedding

The celebrations begin

Real Skean Dhu!

Tam dont believe in none of this plastic malarkey!

Mook

In support of the chunkies who have been getting a bit of a basting in the metro of late

Ting Tong

Isnt she a looker ;o)

Double Impact

Jean Claude Van Damme in a rare off camera moment from the filming of his nineties smash Double Impact

Ecstasy

Mr G caught in an intimate moment with himself

Vertigo

As the shots came thick and fast the room began to spin

Battle of the tongues

It was a close run to the finish but little did James know I had some parrot blood in me.

Radio City

The centre of leeverpoo-il. A mere 7 miles from our conveniently situated hotel

C'mon the donkeys!

See the crowd go wild as our combined stag £30 bet on a random 12/1 mule comes romping home. Big up the kitty funds!

Nag nag

See the nags run! I didnt win a jot but had a lovely burger made from one of last weeks losers.

In the Haydock

Its James Stag Do and its down to Liverpool and the races at Haydock. Miraculously the rain stops and the sun shyly peeks out from its cloudy skirts.

Speaking of Elves....

Ally. Proudly showing why elves do it better

The sneaky beer gnomes

I turned my back for scant seconds and lo! A beer gremlin snatched my pintage and spirited away down its burrow.

Chris-tal clear

Aiyee, its the smiling cut-throat razor thief!!!

Headbangin

Ouch! The perils of moving home. *sob*

I could make rudolf jealous

In my never ending bid to banish allergies from my life i am reduced to this. Glowy nose therapy.

Its all over!

You cant see what Brian is doing with his large canon ;o)

A state of flux

Happy chappies. They love it really