Boss Radio

Yup. I finally found a member who's elected not to receive any more mail from me. I suppose this should be shattering news but sadly my odds on here are still way better than they are in real life. At this point I was intending to go into a Rodney Dangerfield/Les Dawson routine about how bad my life is, I mean, c'mon, the cat leaves little brown packages for me on the newspaper.

While I'm still reading it.

Obviously this is not a good idea, my sister handles copyright issues as part of her job and she's warned me before about ripping off other people's jokes, which seems a little unfair to me because I don't have any of my own. I thought I did, I was once stuck in the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain and I saw a Bed & Breakfast sign so I went and hammered on the door. A woman stuck her head out the window and asked me what I wanted. I said "I want to stay here" and she said "Well stay there then" and shut the window... but it turned out that Chic Murray got there first.

So, no humour then.

And no one left to rant about except Dubya, and it seems unfair to keep picking on him, besides he does it so much better himself.

How's about some pictures?

I was looking through my file archive and I'm sure I have more pics in there than I've ever posted, so let's see what they all are (And let's hope none of them are rude, except maybe about Paris Hilton...). We kick off with the pithily titled 'sh100166'. Ah, yes. I remember it well. That's water that is. When you touch it, it's wet. It's not actually the wetness that scares me about water, it's the drowning that gets to me. I swim somewhat in the fashion of a brick, but I can't hold my breath for as long. On the other hand, at least you die clean.




What else do we have here? Oh yes. It's 02260009. Come on down! Wo! More H2O. What is this strange fascination I have for photographing stuff that might not be good for my health? Quick, let's have some 01010001.

Ah ha! That looks suspiciously like the flood plain behind the little post office, and if you look, squeezed between the trees you'll see.... more water!

I can see I'm really not a very original photog. I go for wetness like a duck to water. It is, to be honest, an easy way to get a good pic. You just can't go wrong with water.

If only there wasn't so much of it, and so deep.



Moving right along... Aah... I begin to see a pattern emerging here, and I'm not just referring to the mighty torrents. This is the same water, or rather it's all the same river, that's the same flood plain, but the water level has risen a little. If I'm right the next picture will be... Oooookay.... Not quite what I was expecting to be honest. It is the same flood plain, but it's a closer up shot of a little creek where two ducks (Actually a duck and a drake - The Man in the Big Hat) Whatever. They had a nest and they were kinda touchy about me getting too close, so I used zoom. They may be small but it's still no fun having those beeky things nibbling your nuts (I had a bag of cashews in my pocket).

Onwards!


Well that was worth the wait.


Any more of that and I'm calling this blog off right now.

...

er

...

...that would be more water, that would. It's the same ol' flood plain... erm - flooded, but I expect you spotted that already.

It's got ducks in it. OK. One of them's probably a drake. Look can we sort this one out please? The human race is called mankind, which is unfair on the men because it's like it's blaming my sex for all the problems that we've caused, so to even things up the ducky race are all called ducks, so that all the problems which they've caused will be blamed on that other sex over there.

I'm running out of these pics now, we're near the bottom, I can tell, there's a dog sniffing it. I hope this is going to come to some kind of conclusion. Calling... NOOOooooooooo... It can't be! That's the last one. All that's left is... (Something wrogn with that? - The Man in the Big Hat)