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Day 9
wet and cold again!
So it is back out with the woolly tights teamed with my favourite linen dress from the Japanese book "So Feminine Wardrobe" .This has had many Me-Made outings.
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Plus for extra cosiness my crochet shawlette. found here www.themakingsofanurbanrustic.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/more...
I glide down in between the two forces, and stand to the Sons of Batman. The leader walks up to me, and kneels. He gets up, and holds his gun proudly.
“We are going to save Gotham City tonight, but not with those. Firearms are clumsy and cowardly. Meant for criminals. We aren't criminals, quite the opposite. The monsters behind us praise a madman, who hasn't been seen in years. A lunatic, who murdered innocent people for a laugh.”
I take the leader's gun, and snap it across my knee.
“You heard the man, break em!”
He yells.
“We won't use those, they're a coward’s weapon. We'll use our brawn, and our wit.”
They all reply.
“Yes sir!”
I turn to a member.
“What's your name, kid?”
“Michael. Michael Lane, .”
He says, intimidated by me.
“Well Michael, tonight’s going to be a long night. Ready up.”
He nods and yells for the rest to do as a say.
The Red Hood's seize rioting when they acknowledge me. They all begin to run, and so do we.
It's complete pandemonium. Gun shots and punches every second, I evade gunfire, and protect members of the sons as well. This old suit is surprisingly holding up well, protected me from a few otherwise fatal attacks.
My adrenaline is pumping so hard, that when a Red Hood stabs me in the shoulder, I punch him square in the nose, and down to the ground.
The battle rages on for hours, and most of both sides have fallen. I continue to bed on the Red Hoods, to find almost all of them are done. I see one Red Hood standing above a Son, and I go ballistic.
I leap at him, and tackle him to the ground. My fist doesn't stop until I break his mask and blood pours through his nose and mouth.
I stand up, realizing what I've just done. The abyss begins to stare back at me, and I embraced it. My hands are covered in blood.
I turn to the remaining members, and nod to them, telling them that this is all over.
I grapple onto a building, and glide back to the tower.
Down in the bunker, Alfred is fixing up my stab wounds and broken bones, and I begin to reflect on these past couple months. I decide that the only way to walk down memory lane, is to go there.
This was my final day driving HST's.
I worked this as the 14-52 departure from Aberdeen to Kx as far as Newcastle.
Edinburgh based LNER driver Paul ( right of shot) accompanied me on the Aberdeen to Edinburgh part of the journey.
He kindly took the images of me on 43307 that I have shared here.
When I departed Edinburgh minutes after I took this, it dawned on me I only had an hour and a half left driving this superb train type. I savoured every minute of the experience.
To date the arrival back at Newcastle has drawn the curtain ( so far!) on me driving two different classes of Locomotive. The first being of class 47's , with 47760 on 22-9-2003 and with 43307 as above. Hopefully I will get back on a Brush Type Four again once things return to normal.
op deze foto zien we de 103-235 met een intercity naar munster klaar staan voor vertrek in keulen hbf
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So as (some) of you know today is my 13th birthday! I am so happy I had a GREAT day! I also got some pretty cool gifts from my family! Well 13 means, I can (legally) create a Facebook (although I already have one that I created in late November XD) Now I can sign up for any website & stuff like that cause you have to be "13". Ha, ha well I had a great day & I hope you did too!
Guess who has a gorgeous bunch of tulips? I make no apology for the tulip macros which will most likely appear in a few days!
Many thanks to Lou for the tulips, they are so pretty. x
One of the best themed attractions anywhere (with the best queue soundtrack), the Tower of Terror looms over Disney's California Adventure.
A 3-exposure handheld.
The Verrazano Bridge shot from Staten Island towards Brooklyn. The cost to cross the Bridge is $13.00. I prefer to photograph it. 12-22-11
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Sexta 13 com a Aline de novo!! Eu não poderia deixar de postar esta foto por:
1) ela manda muito bem nesse tipo de fotografia, ela adora ser sinistra! hahaha
2) ontem foi aniversário dela, alguém acredita que ela completou 25 Halloweens? hahaha
Minha modelo freaky predileta! ♥
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Lutam melhor aqueles que têm sonhos belos. Somente aqueles que contemplam a beleza são capazes de endurecer sem nunca perder a ternura. Guerreiros ternos. Guerreiros que lêem poesias. Guerreiros que brincam como criança.
Rubem Alves
El número 13 es una superstición muy antigua y arraigada en nuestra cultura donde se considera de mal agüero. Hay varias explicaciones, entre ellas está la de que, había 13 personas en la Última Cena de Jesucristo y luego fue crucificado. También se "cristianizó" decir que Satán era el 13º ángel.
Algunos datos curiosos le hace estar considerado como de mala suerte en muchos países del mundo como el hecho de que se evite el 13 en la Fórmula 1,. en Francia, por ejemplo, nunca se le da a una casa este número en su dirección. En Italia, la lotería nacional lo omite. Las líneas aéreas internacionales eluden el número en los asientos de los aviones. En los Estados Unidos, algunos edificios de rascacielos, hospitales y departamentos se saltan del piso 12 al 14, cantantes eliminan esa pista de sus discos y también la carta de la Muerte en una baraja de tarot es la número 13,