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When I was young the answer was "Poke him in the eye!" But these days I suspect traffic and parking are enough to make a Maltese very cross indeed. Around Valletta and Sliema traffic is horrendous and parking no better, both a real nightmare. For a change there was nothing in front of this garage, so I was able to get my photo. But this was probably the exception to the rule...
Explored 22-9-2017
Unforgettable Allure 💕
He's Impossible to Deny...
... With him, every barrier crumbles, and the love within her flourishes. He makes her heart tremble beyond resistance... 💕🍂
Scarlett & Jaxon 💞💞
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Poem: Lost & Found 💕
For a long time, I had a heart encased in stone,
A fortress built to keep all feelings overthrown.
Dust settled in its chambers, love's light concealed,
With walls so high, no emotion could be revealed.
But then you came, a beacon in the dark,
Your presence alone ignited a spark.
With every smile, every word, every glance,
You shattered the barriers of my heart's grand expanse.
Your laughter, like a gentle, soothing breeze,
Brought life to the garden, now thriving with ease.
No matter how tightly I'd closed that door,
Your love seeped in, and my heart yearned for more.
You make my heart tremble, resistance undone,
For you are the key to a love that's second to none.
In your embrace, my walls crumble and fall,
With you, I'm no longer a heart's lonely thrall.
So thank you for unlocking what was concealed,
For showing me a love that's forever revealed.
No matter how tightly my heart is closed, it's true,
It must be opened wide, and it's all because of 'You'
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Pose: UNIQUE Poses | Lost and Found
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The tiercel Red-shoulder has a bit more time to himself now that the pair is done copulating and the hen is on the nest. He does, like any faithful mate does, check in, and usually the female rises to meet him in the air to interact. Here was one of those encounters.
Shot from the hip as this kid rode by.
Shortly after taking this, a guy dressed as a clown, in make up and everything, also rode by me on a bike. I had my XA in my hands and tried to snap a picture from the hip (he even waved!) but of course he's no where in the frame.
The clown-bicyclist that got away.
made him yesterday
missed my beloved little brother's birthday party 'cause i'm a bit ill so cheered myself up with this little one...
A picturesque pond an hour north-east of Yangma offers a great restplace with fine views towards Chulima Himal, with Tinjung being the most prominent peak.
Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly
abundantly above all that we ask or think,
according to the power that works in us, to
Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to
all generations, forever and ever, Amen.
My heartfelt thanks to you all my flickr friends for being there for me, caring, encouraging and praying for me. I appreciate your friendship and thank God for it.
Situated just east of one of the most popular treks of Nepal, the Annapurna Base Camp trek, the Mardi Himal trek is a hidden gem. Few trekkers make their way to the Mardi Himal Base Camp spectacularly situated at the base of Mardi Himal and the impressive Machapuchhre.
The trail goes along small winding paths, through magical rhododendron forests until you climb out of the forest at an elevation around 3,300 m. The landscape changes quite abruptly into a rugged high mountain landscape, with amazing views of Mardi Himal, Machapuchre, Annapurna South and Hiunchuli.
From High Camp (3580 m; some maps incorrectly mention 3900 m) you can climb up to Mardi Himal Base Camp in about 3-4 hours, which offers spectacular close up views of the entire Annapurna Range.
There are simple guesthouses and homestays along the entire route. If you plan to do this trek in the winter months please check with a local tour operator if the lodges are open.
Seasons: March,April, May, September, October, November.
Altitude : 4500 metre.
Level of Difficulty : Medium
Thanks to my friend Jacinto Policarpo for the company... and to my friend Manel Monteiro that although we have not photographed together, the challenge came from him!! Thanks buddy's
THANKS so much for all your comments and support!! I appreciate it !!
OBRIGADO por todos os comentários e apoio!! Agradeço imenso!!
Camera: Canon EOS 5D
Lens: Canon EF16-35mm L 2.8
Focal Length: 16mm
Shutter Speed: 45 sec
Aperture: f/16
ISO: 100
Tripod:
Walimex FT-6694AT Professional Tripod
Tripod Head:
Walimex Professional Panhead FT-6665H
Filters:
Lee Graduated Neutral Density 0.6 Hard
Heliopan Polarizer 105m
Another view of my very tight leopard-skin dress, the kind of look which will give the potential client the right idea – without being too explicit and possibly embarrassing him in front of his important business contacts!
This is another of my contests! As usual, there are no rules. Express your enthusiasm, and try to influence the judges, in any way that you like!!!
Love and Kisses to All!
xxxxx
Lady Rebecca
MORE SODALITY NEWS!
Allow me to introduce to you the amazeballs ladies in the second pool of entries for our Sodality Try-outs in late August!! This group contains some real characters and hard triers – but will they qualify for the Sodality? (Which seems to be what every English Aristocrat wants for his trophy wife!)
Pledges entered in the second pool are:
Lady Arabella Crump ("Belle")
Always very busy on Chad Bronkhost’s websites, this blonde minx appears to be ultra-conservative in manner and attire on first acquaintance. Nothing could be further from the truth – and the fans adore the way this snobby and plummy-voiced English Rose transforms into a sexual wildcat when performing for the camera!! Recently married to the Duke of Wrexham, who has been beaming from ear-to-ear since the wedding!
Lady India Cuthbertson (“Indy”)
The ultra-sophisicated wife of Lord Harlech (owner of vast estates North Wales), this raven-haired beauty hales from Merseyside , where she came up through the vibrant pole-dancing and lap-dancing scene in Liverpool’s clubs and bars. India is the girl with the naughtiest, dirtiest-sounding laugh on the entire circuit (and she has the appetites to match!)
Lady Caroline Darbyshire (“Cara”)
Lady Caroline is a real handful! This stunning brunette has recently married Lord Angus Bleasdale, and has wasted no time at all in defiling the marriage bed in almost every conceivable way (with her groom’s hearty encouragement!!!). This beautiful vixen is off to a flying start as an adulteress and cuckoldress, and is my personal tip to top the scoresheets in our three-day event!
Lady Maud French (“Frenchy”)
Recently married to Lord Rockhampton, but previously a seasoned cuckoldress and top-end professional escort, this strawberry-blonde English Rose is (like lady Arabella Crump) a lady you would never imagine in a thousand years could get up to the disgraceful things that she loves doing!! Sven ‘Rockfist’ Shatterhand (Chad Bronkhorst’s chief rival in the booming genre of “snooty porn”) is mustard-keen to caste Lady Maud in one of his upcoming extreme productions.
Lady Chelsea Gascoigne (“Chaz”)
This gorgeous glamour model, polo-star and nude round-the-world yachtswoman is now married to Lord Barnes, who is several decades her senior. It’s her fourth aristocratic marriage in six years. Her outrageous escapades light up her husband’s life!
Lady Miranda Hastings (“Mandy”)
This scarlet-tressed temptress has recently married Lord Luton, the disgraced former Law Lord and her personal legal advisor (!!). One of Sir Harry Rakefield’s proteges, Mandy was a popular stripper and poledancer when Sir Harry introduced her to her future husband – an event which took place during a New Year’s Eve orgy at Lyndon Towers. Mandy is another girl that ‘Rockfist’ Shatterhand is keen to recruit for his website – but he may first have to fight of competition from Mr Bronkhorst!
Lady Katherine Kentridge (“Kato”)
Yet another keen horsewoman and strict disciplinarian, this dynamic brunette is very active with the Pratt’s Bottom Ladies Extreme Riding Academy. Kato is a dedicated Female Supremacist, who believes that men exist solely for the convenience of Women. She has recent married Lord Hammersmith, and believes that his vast wealth now exists entirely for her pleasure and amusement.
Lady Deirdre Mapplethorpe ("Deedee")
A statuesque blonde Dominatrix, this former catwalk model has been wedded for the past 18 months to the Duke of Middlesex, her third aristocratic marriage in the last five years. DeeDee has been running her own extreme BDSM website for some time. She also entertains wealthy clients from the aristocracy, City, government, and the military at her chic pad in Chelsea. If you have to ask how much, then you can’t afford her services! Needless to say, her hubby was - once upon a time - one of her clients!
Toodle-pip for now!
xxx
Lady Rebecca
This guy was sitting, or sleeping I think, on the metal door to our boiler room outside in the garden. It didn't bother him a bit that I was moving in and out so close to him snapping away.
He was actually facing towards the ground so it was a bit of a struggle to get in a good position without throwing my back out due to the height he was at....too high for me to crouch and too low for me to stand.
If any of the neighbours had seen me sliding up and down the door with my body they'd probably have thought 'what's that nutter doing?' 😜
Taken using the Laowa CF 65mm F 2.8 CA-Dreamer Macro 2X lens on my Sony A6000
Thanks for taking the time to view my image. Your comments, faves & constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.
Found him in my milkweed this morning - what a happy surprise ;-) I'm going to work on a better capture!
Ok - lot of catching up to do! Hope everybody is having a wonderful week!
Repost due to spending time on editing a photo and the softwear glitched out on me.. :(
This is not my Dobie, I obey the City of Eugene leash laws—they did promptly put their dogs back on the leash when they noticed me—I think they were tourist.
My Dobie is an easy two and a half times larger, “the ‘Arnold Schwarzenegger’ of Dobermans'.” People would either be scared stiff or just have to touch him. That along with me saving him from the pound at age two and not knowing for sure any of his eccentricities, I though it would be safer to walk him with a four foot leash in public or a one foot quick release leash when we are on the job.
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Met him today. We took pictures, he turned out to be a boss.
Anna Brizown also does amazing MUA.
EDIT:
Plight of the Pantanal: A Wetland on Fire !
The Pantanal is burning uncontrollably. Animals are dying.
Jaguars are dying.
The Pantanal Survival Fund is putting boots on the ground, employing those left jobless due to COVID and lack of tourism, creating fire breaks, putting out fires, buying protective gear, paying for veterinary attention for rescued wildlife, food baskets and so much more.
Learn more via their Go Fund Me page.
Donate to help those on the ground trying to control the fire.
Help raise awareness of the plight.
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Social distancing - Jaguar style.
Jaguars are not known for being social creatures. The typical exceptions being mating pairs and mother with cubs.
Outside of this, still not much is known about how often, when and exactly what happens when jaguars meet. Typically holding large home ranges and low densities means accidentally crossing paths is probably rare. They do communicate with chemical and probably visual signals left for each other.
On an Untamed Jaguars of Pantanal Expedition we have often seen jaguar interactions, sometimes tense, other times surprisingly tolerant. With such a high density of jaguars in this area it's not so surprising they meet each other more often and have to negotiate these complicated interactions.
Here a young female is probably in heat for the first time and has attracted the attention of an old male. Must be nerve racking to suddenly be the focus of a male distinctly larger than herself!
Naun Amable Silva
Canon EOS 7D Mark II
Pantanal, Brazil - Oct 2016
Photo taken by Wilhelm Hell, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
1974-09-11 (11 September 1974)
G-ASVO
Handley Page HPR-7 Herald 214
185
British Midland Airways (BMA)
G-ASVO with BMA on short final to Riem’s runway 07. This airframe was also noted at Riem on 30 April 1978 with Gulf Air on a lease from British Air Ferries.
Information from airhistory.net - thanks to Michael Röser:
Built 1964 as PP-SDG for SADIA, renamed Transbrasil 1972. BMA G-ASVO 1973, leased to Air Anglia 1975. Bought by BAF 1976 and succesively leased to Gulf Air, BIA, Air UK, Nile Valley, Libyan, AGIP. Painted for Aero Turbo Panama 1982 but not taken up. Leased to Guernsey Airlines summer 1983, operated by BAF from late 1983. Renamed British World 1993 and sold to Channel Express. Wing struck light post while taxying Hurn 8 April 1997 and damaged beyond repair. Cockpit section initially survived at Highland Air Museum.
Registration details for this airframe:
rzjets.net/aircraft/?reg=442426
G-ASVO with Handley Page Aircraft at FAB in September 1964:
abpic.co.uk/pictures/view/1056139
This airframe as PP-SDG with S.A.D.I.A. at Santos Dumont ca. 1966:
pt-br.facebook.com/propliner/photos/the-sadia-handley-pag...
PP-SDG with Transbrasil in January 1973:
www.airlinefan.com/photos/memberdir146/watermarked/large_...
G-ASVO at EMA in March 1973, still in Transbrasil colours:
www.flickr.com/photos/53277566@N06/6680933345
G-ASVO with Air Anglia at ABZ in 1975:
www.flickr.com/photos/105925977@N03/51320170747
G-ASVO with British Island Airways at JER in May 1975 (basic BAF colours):
abpic.co.uk/pictures/view/1278682
G-ASVO with British Air Ferries at SEN in March 1978:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/3/9/9/1814993.jpg
G-ASVO leased to AirUK at LHR in July 1980:
www.airhistory.net/photo/509701/G-ASVO
G-ASVO leased to Libyan Arab Airlines at MLA ca. 1981:
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/37367212476
G-ASVO with BAF at CVT in October 1981 (incomplete colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/131806380@N05/25643884768
G-ASVO in Aero Turbo Panama colours at BSL in February 1983:
www.jetphotos.com/photo/9280719
G-ASVO with BAF/Guernsey Airlines at LGW in August 1983 (incomplete colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/nickopix/15064824914
G-ASVO with BAF/Guernsey Airlines at SEN in October 1983:
www.airhistory.net/photo/673420/G-ASVO
G-ASVO with British Air Ferries (later colours) at LTN in November 1988:
www.flickr.com/photos/105925977@N03/31494636653
G-ASVO with Channel Express at NCL in April 1995:
www.flickr.com/photos/131806380@N05/25643884768
G-ASVO’s cockpit section at Morayvia, Kinloss, in October 2018:
www.flickr.com/photos/62861611@N08/51779413439
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
Elevation 7,138 m (23,419 ft)
Location Uttarakhand, India
Range Gangotri Group, Garhwal Himalaya
Prominence 1,594 m (5,230 ft)
Coordinates 30°44′59″N 79°17′28″E / 30.74972, 79.29111
First ascent June 13, 1952, by Lucien George and Victor Russenberger
Its the highest mountain group of the Western Garhwal. Chaukhamba has four summits, along a northeast-southwest trending ridge. The four peaks have heights of respectively 7138mtrs , 7088mtrs , 6995mtrs ,6854mtrs
Its main summit, Chaukhamba I, is the highest peak in the group. It lies at the head of the Gangotri Glacier and forms the eastern anchor of the group. It is located west of the Hindu holy town of Badrinath.
After unsuccessful attempts in 1938(Swiss Garhwal Expedition: Andre Roche) and 1939, Chaukhamba I was first climbed on June 13, 1952, by Lucien George and Victor Russenberger (Swiss members of an otherwise French expedition). They ascended the northeast face, from the Bhagirathi-Kharak Glacier
EXPLORED
I asked him if he could sit down for a picture. He is a cool young Monk :)
and the view from the window was just awesome!
Lens: EF 24-70mm f/2.8L USM
Camera: Canon EOS 5D
Location: Thiksey Monastery, Leh, Ladakh, India
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Except where otherwise noted. Unauthorized reproduction is prohibited.
Photo from the Michael Bernhard collection, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
August 1980
5B-DAH
British Aerospace BAC-111-537GF One-Eleven
258
Cyprus Airways
5B-DAH is taxiing to Riem’s runway 25 for take-off. I wonder what the man with the umbrella was doing next to the runway.
Information from airhistory.net - thanks to Fergal Goodman:
Built in 1978, this One-Eleven served with only two operators. In 1995 Cyprus Airways disposed of it to Nationwide in South Africa as ZS-NUI. It flew with that carrier until 2001 and was then stored. It is reported to have been broken up at Lanseria in 2005.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.scramble.nl/database/civil/details/bae111_258
5B-DAH with Cyprus at ATH in September 1990 (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/24101413@N03/29023707047
5B-DAH with Cyprus at Riem in January 1992 (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/52644502141/in
This airframe as ZS-NUI with Nationwide at JNB in July 1996:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/3/2/2/0498223.jpg
This airframe as ZS-NUI with Nationwide at JNB ca. late 1990s (Sabena Nationwide titles):
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/50617995883
ZS-NUI with Nationwide at JNB in May 1999 (Whale colour scheme):
www.flickr.com/photos/satransport/6542514987
ZS-NUI stored at HLA along with 7 other Nationwide One-Elevens in February 2004:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/7/3/1/0513137.jpg
ZS-NUI stored at HLA in January 2005:
www.airhistory.net/photo/173158/ZS-NUI
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
White Rhino often snooze during the heat of the day. This one looked so snug, I just wanted to pass him a blanket.
WOW I am disappointed in him. I mean I'm like the most famous, super cool, and awesome superhero of all time, I mean how DARE him not making me into a Lego fig after 4 ****ing years being on this platform.
What's with this ****ing censoring
Whatever, for the next week or so, I will be taking over LegoBatbrick's account and renaming it to...Deadpool, and will post glorious pictures of of me (not what you think pervs) , just to piss him off. Get ready to get your panties blown off because tomorrow starts DEADPOOL WEEK
With that, a Deadpool Q/A will also be happening
I met him on a beach in south India, near Kovalam. First time in summer2022. He was trying to sell small souvenirs but, as were very less tourist, he sold almost nothing. He presented himself as a small business man and was very friendly to everybody
Nimble and precise, Vastt uses his gravity defying powers to create mind-bending battlefields. His four wing daggers are perfect for up close combat, or can be guided from a distance to fall to their targets. Vastt's Mask of Durability protects him from even the heaviest of impacts and allows him to slice through the toughest materials.
Build Notes:
Just a quick guy for the upcoming Bionilug convention display. Also hey first MOC I've posted this year!
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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After his escape from Rome…
www.flickr.com/photos/ramonoria/40333072660
… the Bernini´s Elephant enjoying his freedom in a wood far from the Eternal City.
The roman authorities are trying to convince him to come back home.
Dear elephant, good luck!
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Tras su huida de Roma...
www.flickr.com/photos/ramonoria/40333072660
...el elefante de Bernini, disfrutando de su libertad en un bosque lejos de la Ciudad Eterna.
Las autoridades romanas tratan de convencerle para que regrese a casa.
Querido elefante: ¡Buena suerte!
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
73119 Paul Taylor and 73202 at Tonbridge West Yard on Tuesday, both coupled to snow and ice treatment trains.
26 june 2009
atlanta, georgia
ponce de leon avenue
this gentleman looks strikingly similar to the next-door neighbor i had as a child. i bought him some dinner and a coke and he laughed! oh, how he laughed. he said he was so thankful.
"i'm lesley."
"they call me elvis, but my name's raymond."
he proceeded to tell me that he drank one too many and ended up here. he's in a detox program and the doctor said that if he drank any more, it could kill him.
after i asked to take a photograph of him, he fixed his hair, stared at me for a few frames, and then said:
"i'm going to stay on the right path, shave this beard, and get back to being human again."
(he is human. he has the most penetrating eyes and he has the desire to better his life. perhaps more human than so many people.)
. . .
28 august 2009: i saw him again, a quarter mile from where we first met. he was wearing a coat and pants, his beard was thicker and a guitar was sitting up against a tree next to him.
Hair - Argrace, Azami
Lingerie - BlackLace, Tender caress
Wrap - Mon Cheri, Eclipse Bikini Vest (part of Eclipse bikini set)
Stockings - Bebe, Stay-Ups Type 3 Black 40 denier
Watch - Madala, Kotowari
Earrings - MG, Beatrice
Nails - Jamman
Lipstick - 'Style & Me', Cameron Glossy Lipstick Bright 3
Eye makeup - MONS
Picture by Sally Furyo
I have to tell you about Dave. Not my brother Dave - you know about him already if you've been reading these adventures and keeping notes. I'm referring of course to the other Dave - the one who procures a wadge of tickets for rugby internationals in exchange for spending half his spare time volunteering at his local club and tells me to stand outside my house and wait to be collected on the evening before the game. On such evenings we will head just past Plymouth to Gareth's house where we will always have a Chinese takeaway before heading to Twickenham the next morning. Dave and Gareth have been doing this in metronome like fashion since they were teenagers in 1972. Greater quantities of beer than I'm used to or are good for me are generally involved. It's a routine I always look forward to, even though I'm a lifelong football nut and only have the vaguest grasp on what's going on in between those strange H shaped posts during the big match. Somehow I've been inveigled into their gang by stealth. I feel like the slightly younger clueless looking one on "Last of the Summer Wine." Apologies if you're not from the UK or you're under 45 as that last statement isn't going to mean anything to you.
Dave likes music as well. Because he's twelve years older than me he's seen all the bands I love the most. He was there to see the likes of Jimi Hendrix, Keith Moon and John Bonham before they succumbed to their excesses. Just recently he shared with me a poster from the Bath Blues and Rock festival of 1970 where he saw among others, Led Zeppelin, Santana and Pink Floyd. Gareth usually went with him to events such as this so I tend to get the stories in stereo to make me even more envious of their superior vintages. Sometimes I wish he just wouldn't tell me stuff like this. I was only 4 and my parents wouldn't have let me go anyway. Besides which I hadn't fully familiarised myself with all of their albums at that stage. I was still busy getting to grips with Bill and Ben.
Dave is a useful person to know, but at the same time I've become accustomed to knowing that his call will result in substantial amounts of open wallet surgery, in exchange for which I will be entertained. One day he told me to book a long weekend because we were off to see the Foo Fighters at the Olympic Stadium in London. Flights, accommodation, river trips and a Billy Idol concert the following night in Brixton cost me the price of a decent second hand L lens, but it was three days I won't forget in a hurry.
Two days later, with a head full of tunes and a soul full of memories from as fantastic weekend as it's possible to achieve with two men in their mid 60's, I looked outside the window as the plane came in to land at Newquay. The sky was doing beautiful things and I was stuck in the air. I sighed as I gazed at an intense orange sunset through the plate glass window.
So the following evening, Lee, Dave - my brother Dave this time - and I headed to Bedruthan and watched the sun disappear behind a bank of cloud in an unpromising sky. We looked at each other doubtfully and groaned about having missed the previous evening. But as in the song, just as you think it's all over and you're about to head for the pub, something happens in the sky and suddenly it was all worthwhile. Well those aren't the exact words to the song but, you know.....
..Let him sit beside you
Eat right off your plate
You dont have to be afraid
Theres nothing here to hate
Ah, princess you might like it
If you lower your defence
Kiss that frog, and you will
Get your prince, get your prince!
huh!
Jump in the water, cmon baby jump in with me
Jump in the water, cmon baby get wet with me
Jump in the water, cmon baby jump in with me
Jump in the water, cmon baby get wet..
Kiss that frog, lady kiss that frog...
Jump in the water, cmon baby jump in with me...
Jump in the water, cmon baby get wet
get wet, get wet...