Scrubbing up nicely
Saturday, 29. March 2008, 09:00:00
As a treat for my friends here in the Opera Community, and much against my better judgement, I have uploaded some photos of me after I'd come back from this year's second funeral on the 27th of February. I needed cheering up so decided to hold a wee photo-shoot, giving me the perfect excuse to play with the timer on my digital camera.
No-one has ever accused me of being well-dressed. I think I've inherited my Dad's dress sense, formed in the austerity of post-war Britain when clothes, out of sheer necessity and scarcity of materials, couldn't be anything other than practical. I generally don't care what my clothes or I look like - just so long as I'm comfortable wearing them. But there are times when I like to put myself at the other end of the scale. If I'm going to look good, I want to look damn good. I push the boat out, iron everything immaculately, pay meticulous attention to my personal grooming (even taking a razor to those pesky hairs growing on my ears which these days require I have my contacts in before I can even see the blighters) and generally polish myself to such a degree that even the atoms in my skin are lined up, standing to attention, ready for that first crisp salute.
Hopefully, you'll agree that the results are worth it. But if you think the suit looks good on me, just wait until I can fit back into my Kilt...!
No-one has ever accused me of being well-dressed. I think I've inherited my Dad's dress sense, formed in the austerity of post-war Britain when clothes, out of sheer necessity and scarcity of materials, couldn't be anything other than practical. I generally don't care what my clothes or I look like - just so long as I'm comfortable wearing them. But there are times when I like to put myself at the other end of the scale. If I'm going to look good, I want to look damn good. I push the boat out, iron everything immaculately, pay meticulous attention to my personal grooming (even taking a razor to those pesky hairs growing on my ears which these days require I have my contacts in before I can even see the blighters) and generally polish myself to such a degree that even the atoms in my skin are lined up, standing to attention, ready for that first crisp salute.
Hopefully, you'll agree that the results are worth it. But if you think the suit looks good on me, just wait until I can fit back into my Kilt...!
ANYWAY I THOT I WOULD PIMP MY LATEST TWO BLOG POSTINGS AS I THINK THEY ARE COOL. I THOUGHT MY PHOTOS CAME OUT WELL TODAY AND I FINALLY MANAGED TO UPLOAD MY ELTON LONG JOHN VIDEO TO YOUTUBE!
By GoldBug, # 30. March 2008, 17:53:56
By GrantTLC, # 30. March 2008, 18:45:12
Beware small Andrew's carrying gifts!
By anonymous user, # 31. March 2008, 19:39:58
By GrantTLC, # 31. March 2008, 19:54:36