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SPQR.

It's about time I posted something, whilst I am continuing constuction of the meme set by Julia.
My writing talent is non-existent as many have pointed out in previous comments, and that is why it has taken 4 weeks and counting.
How write you are. I have been righting since before I was born; I can clearly remember scratching some nonsense such as this on my slate tablet while sitting on a Centurion's knee. At least he said it was his knee. SPQR.
Sans Pantaloons Questions Reality.

Where Mel Leads...

Where Mel leads, others follow.

The owner of a greyhound rescue centre in Scotland, was left spellbound when Harry Potter author JK Rowling offered to re-home one of her dogs.
Celia Fernie and husband Jimmy, run Greyhound Rescue Fife. Celia had no idea who Ms Rowling was when she arrived with her family to view the abandoned greyhounds.
Celia questioned the woman - who introduced herself by her married name of Mrs Jo Murray - on whether she could provide a loving home for one their dogs, and agreed to allow her to rehome a dog only after she provided photographic evidence that her home had a large garden.
She said she was happy when Mrs Murray told her she would be able to lavish the dog with constant love and attention because she 'worked from home'.

The family chose a Blue breed greyhound bitch named Sapphire to take home. Celia only realised who her visitor was when she asked the the family for a £30 donation to meet the cost of the dog's muzzle, lead, non-slip collar and vaccinations, and was left stunned when the author - whose estimated wealth is more than £545 million - wrote a cheque for £1000 and signed it JK Rowling.
Mrs Fernie said: "When I looked at the cheque, I couldn't believe it. The first thing I noticed was the amount she had made it out for. Then I spotted her name and realised who she was. 'I said "Oh, I didn't recognise you, " and she just smiled politely. She was a lovely woman.'

Story: Metro Reporter.
Picture: JK Rowling.

A good Thanksgiving to all.

Community Series: Note to Self.

Louvre Lurve.

Greetings from Paris!

Small setback.

The sans-prime credit crunch sure is biting. Oh well, I'm in good company.

You're all raving mad.

Eyecandy on canvas has arrived from the excellent printing professionals http://www.mycanvasprints.co.uk

This then, is the epiphany that heralds my renunciation of the shackles of indenture. I have decided to follow in the hallowed footsteps of Tony Hancock, and rebel against the loathsome life of the worker. I shall now follow the bohemian life of the artist, heading immediately to Paris, where I'm sure I can secure lodging for my extensive portfolio.

This post is dedicated to Tony Hancock and Charlie Drake, who were friends with genius.

Every Home should have two.

Every Home should have one.

Stuff.

As always, alternatives will be accepted and applied.

Number 27.

I cannot think of a title for this graphic, so I have called it Number 27.

There ain't no Sanity Clause.

Bluewater Shopping Centre in Greenhithe, Kent, has taken the UK obesity crisis and wrapped it up for kids' this Christmas.The centre, which occupies 240 acres with 330 shops, restaurants and a 12-screen multiplex cinema, has set up a boot-camp for their Christmas Santas.
Worried what influence an overweight Santa might have on young children, the Shopping Centre management have decreed that all their Santas be leaner and fitter.


Shown above a fitness trainer conducts the Santas in a full kit 12 mile run.

Danger in the Limelight.

If you have been following the thread for my attempt to become the next Jackson Pollock, you will know that I have had eyecandy printed on 24"x12" canvas. I am awaiting delivery with trepidation, because the graphic was not really designed for that size. We will see whether my next career ends, or begins depending.
I present for your delectation and perusal the above graphic, entitled Danger in the Limelight. I may also have this transferred to canvas. In order to find wall space for all this rubbish artwork, I have been in talks with my Bank in Antigua. I asked if they were willing to finance building a small Gallery to house all these new pieces.

I can still hear them laughing.

For Peats' Sake.

Isle of Lewis resident, Jock Murray, had an idea to raise some money for Leukaemia Research.

He persuaded some local Crofters to bare all for The Lewis Peat Calendar 2008.
Local photographer John MacLean, who could not face taking the shots in colour/color, managed to capture the brave lads cutting peat in black and white.



Some more of the contents of this charity Calendar can be viewed, and purchase can be made from John's website here:
He also has some neat photographs of Lewis here:
On a personal note, I include below a photograph of my Mum, Dad & Aunt Annie, cutting peats on Lewis, many years ago.