Being a construction of your humble blogger Tepid Halibut, with the aim of posting one vintage slide image per day, from now until Kingdom Come. (Or until Mr Halibut gets bored.)
Monday, 23 January 2012
Batting Next...
... Ricky Schlepper.
Ricky's ambition is to be an Astronaut. Or an Alcoholic. Good Luck Ricky.
Bonus - From a web discussion on mischief "When I was in a school orchestra a few years ago, I was made section leader over a group of learners. They ranged from maybe grade 6 down to absolute beginner. I convinced them that if you belch down a wind instrument the pitch will change, due to the comparative density of the air or some such bollocks. This, I told them, was why jazz bands are always drinking. It's to help them belch on cue for those jazzy pitch-blends. They tried it for months, to the utter bewilderment of the conductor. I had to 'fess up when one of them accidentally overdid it and vomited into a sax."
Bonus 2 - Cliff Richard. Look at his eyes. On the outside, he's happy and cheerful, but internally, his soul is dead.
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