Showing posts with label Gal-47. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gal-47. Show all posts

Sunday, 7 December 2025

Christmas Market

 

Yes, before the modern "Christmas Market" industry with it's £10 coffees and £20 mulled wine, the real Christmas Markets were in the Middle East, and involved farting donkeys infusing mango stalls with a special odour. 

And I don't mean Myrrh.

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Friday, 23 August 2024

Cigarette and Seaweed

 

Perfect pairing for a trip to the seaside.

I dislike them both.

Actually seaweed is OK, but the smell of rotting seaweed. Urgh.

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Friday

Friday, 25 August 2023

"Your Lupins or Your Life!"

 

Actually, these might be Hollyhocks. 

Or Delphiniums. Or...I dunno. I'm not much of a gardener.

But the title / quote - I do know that. Monty Python and the highwayman Dennis Moore.

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The Orange Man Go Jail


Tuesday, 12 July 2022

Weir Meet Again

 

This was a very dark slide. Actually, a VERY dark slide. So, it too a fair bit of image manipulation to extract an identifiable images.

Sure, if the photographer kept this slide, the image must have some importance.

Alas, not.

Bonus - Dealing with a murderer via Immurement.

Saturday, 22 January 2022

Marjorie - Cougar on the Prowl


 Since the death of her third husband ( wouldn't eat his mushrooms, if you know that story )  Majorie Furness has been stalking the fleshpots of Portugal for some "Fresh Meat".

Here she is, awaiting the arrival of the Lithuanian Under 21 Water Polo team for their winter training camp.  Run Lads !

Bonus - There are some inventions that arrive at the right time. Some whose time is not yet here. And some.... well, I doubt that there's been a worse sounding idea than The Boomerang Grenade.