That’s the tradesman’s entrance.
Next thing I knew I was being beamed into the craft. When I woke up my arse hurt, and a group of weird little green alien types were standing around me with knowing looks.
What idiot piss head threw the keyboard into the Chandelier?
It’s a cryptic reference to it being a piano bar. Well, I say cryptic…
These banks are bonny, not just once but twice
And here we have a rare sighting of the elusive Loch Lomond monster
Rather nice view of the Iona this morning, from the observation lounge on the Bolette at the QE2 berth.
I’ve been noticing this man’s beautiful colourisations on Facebook, of mainly WW2 black and white photographs. He’s a local man, his research to get everything right seems to stand close scrunty from the experts, of which he is one, no doubt.
https://dansteele.net/
^^…Eastleigh Railway Works BTW.
A recurring FB memory popped up today.
Technically an awful photo, but it just captures the guy.
And shows what I could get away with back in the blagging days in the sandpit
It’s not that Skate cunt is it?