Oh dear eye listeners I have made a terrible assumption about each and every both of you. I have done the assume that you, like my learned colleague and close personal friend Dr Gregory Van De Busch (pictured to the rightways), thrive on neglect. I have treated you exactly how I treat the good employee-of-the-month-for-12-months-running Dr, with ignoring. I assumed that if you began to wilt Bob Matew, chief exec in charge of bird noises and coffee consumption, would place you in a bin full of water until you perked up.
It was only when I read a particular good blogging from Viper Pilot that I remembered that you probably are not plants. If you click his name you can read his words (click the name read the words, click the name read the words, click the name read the words) and they are great justice excellent swearing good point making attack on negligent idiot nasties. Homoeopathy is NOT medicine. Bravo Sir, bravo.
I have dusted off my camera again to make pictures and have begin to booking many photography shootings. Soon there will be much share of image. I have a couple of projects in mind, one is to make a collection of close up headshots. This is the first in the series and is my wifefaced wife. It looks like she is looking up and reading. She probably isn’t as the sweet little thing is completely unlettered. An illiterate beauty. You won’t see me again because when she makes someone read this to her she will kill me to death in the head.
Other projects involve some location shooting that I have wanted to try for a while. I have purchased a device for powering my lights away from the mains which opens up a world of opportunity.
In other news my parent arrive in less than a month for to make visit of sunny Ozland. Looking forward to showing them the wonder of sunshine. Sun was outlawed in the United Kingdom some years ago so it will be a welcome change for them.
They are not plants, they are not plants, they are not plants, enough repetition and the concept might stick causing me to pay more attention to you. If you were sandwiches I would never ignore you. NEVER.
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I wonder, are you not possibly Kazakh and not English? Your word-speakings do have most familiar ring to them of my comrade Borat when you make writings of them.
Strange cakes enough I haven’t seen Borat nor have many understanding of his speaky.