Monday, April 02, 2012

Le Disney

So. My folks and I took Flo to Disneyland was one of those "let's get this out of the way and never talk of it again" holidays.

Here's a few pictures for your enjoyment. I may add some of dad's once he gets round to getting them off the camera.

Riding an imaginary horse round Exeter airport

On our way to the park for the 1st time (check out that stance!)

Entrance to the park...flosplosion imminent.

Fairy Castle

Doing a "Marylin"

Flo enjoyed screaming on the Pirates of The Carribean ride so much, we went on it twice.

Meth-head in a Teacup.

Tigger. "I didn't like him, he hugged me too tight".

Minnie. "I think she's going to play some sports!"

Mum took Flo to the in-hotel hairdresser...This style definitely suits her more than the bog-standard bob.

Our last night, we went to Wild Bill's Wild West Show (with Mickey & Friends)...Flo has a whale of a time whooping and yeehawing.

Hoeing down!....

...and singing along...

The journey home meant a 6am start and lots of waiting around in Charles de Gaulle.

Friday, February 03, 2012

For D

My friend D is very sad at the moment.

I've been using this song as my mantra of strength. Go Pip!!

Sunday, January 15, 2012


Shaved it.

Monday, January 09, 2012

The Pirate Song (for Little M)

Once there was a pirate, capsized and lost at sea.

Washed up on a lonely island, with nothing but a tree,
The ocean all around him, and nothing else to see!
The poor, old, lonely pirate had nothing for his tea.

When he had slept he noticed some fruit upon the ground.
So ripe and fresh, delicious, a banquet all around.
He gathered up the bounty that was dropped there by the tree
And poor, old, lonely pirate had fruit salad for his tea.

The pirate slept and slumbered and woke hungry the next day.
"What shall I have for dinner?", the pirate said, dismayed.
The ocean all around him and not a fruit to see
The poor, old, lonely pirate had nothing for his tea.

Next morning broke, the pirate woke to a sight that shook his boots.
At the base of the tree some termites were nesting in the roots.
He ripped his shirt to make a sieve and ate them up with glee
And poor, old, lonely pirate had insects for his tea.

Our pirate suffered hard next day with no shirt on his back.
He tried to fish with boot strings, but he feared a shark attack.
With no boots left and burning back, too scared to brave the sea
It looks like our poor pirate will have nothing for his tea.

As dusk drew in our pirate saw a crab down by the shore
He thought, "I know, I'll cook it and eat tonight for sure!"
He caught and then he cooked that crab by burning down the tree,
And poor, old, lonely pirate had crustacean for his tea.

He slept that night and when he woke there was nothing left to eat;
The tree was gone, the ocean not, just hot sand for his seat.
Then, suddenly, a wing beat brought a seagull to his feet!
The poor, old, lonely pirate had raw seagull for his tea.


The pirate didn't sleep that well, he tossed and turned all night.
In the cold light of the morning he looked a dreadful sight.
So thin his ribs showed through his skin, which looked a sickly green.
The poor, old, lonely pirate had seagull poisoning.

[shave and a haircut...2 bits]

Friday, January 06, 2012

Tap Dance

THIS is how you tap dance!

Monday, January 02, 2012

Happy New Year

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