Spiders?

If you Google my name you come up with a gay cowboy from Canada and a transvetite rock singer from Atlanta Georgia. :noidea:

I wish to point out that neither of those are me.

Actually if you look down the hits far enough I do get listed as a contributor to the other WW2 site, which is gratifying. :nerd:

 

It's a shame that you've denied it Adrian - I would have paid good money to see one of your shows :becky:

Now shake that :Booty:

 

Almost sounds like one and the same.

 

Just trying to put us off the track I see!:becky:

 

I'm not fooled

 

Kyt can pick transvestites from miles away...

 

......I know I wasn't supposed to tell anyone but, EVERYONE listen up, Andy sent me a flyer for his w/e show. Have to admit that Delicious Doris looks very convincing:

 

Thanks Kyt but I can't take all the credit. My wife does the make-up.

Kyt, it disturbs me you can get these pics so easily.

 

teehee - you're just jealous because you don't know where to look

 

He leads a sheltered life!

 

poor lad - and now I feel all guilty for corrupting him

 

Given the first thing I ever looked up when I discovered the net at uni (way back in 95) was Elle Macpherson, I don't think I need corrupting!

Of course I live a sheltered life, that's why I like the umbrellas in my drinks (excellent reference to previous post proving I have no social life).

 

Back in 95 Elle was still worth searching for :becky:

And gold star for referencing

 

Strange photo of Ron

Kyte

Nothing so glamorous, I'm afraid

Merely my early morning walk in Trent Park, in North London

Ron

 

Hi Ron,

If the caption read "Where am I Visiting", we might have guessed a few places in Europe before Trent Park

 

What's that white stuff? :noidea::becky:

 

Its a thing called snow, which falls out of the sky during winter time up here. Tip if you ever come to the UK in time for the snow, some people like to take a handful of the fresh white stuff and eat it. Don't however eat yellow snow!:Booty:

 

S-N-O-W - I love the stuff. As a kid I used to run out before my mother smothered me with woolies etc, and throw snowballs. And then spend the rest of the day thawing out.

The only time I was ever interested in wildlife was when I used to find tracks in the snow - was always intrigued by the fox tracks as we never actually saw them in the flesh.

 

Morse, what a tone to set for the start of the week :becky:

 

Is that the lot just outside the back door to the left!