Anyway, so spur of the moment, I remembered to actually do them today. And even without making an effort (I didn't even put a tie on!), I think you'll agree that the results are nothing short of stunning.
In fact, I've had to apply a special photoshop filter to rein back on my inherent smouldering intensity so your puny human brains can actually comprehend the following pictures.
I reckon I could be caught driving 100mph over the limit with an old granny clinging to the bonnet, and a family pet wrapped around a tyre and still get off scott-free with one flash of one of these babies on my license.
Oooooooh, yeah...
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Sweatband hates me. As preparation for the upcoming Hampton Court 10k, we decided to go to the running club that organised our last 10k. "Six-thirty for seven!" she excitedly told me. So, after an awesome day's shopping, I rushed home, jumped into my running gear, hopped back into the Sparky mobile, and legged it over to Richmond (IN THE BLOODY RUSH HOUR, NO LESS!). I got there at 18:34 to find the clubhouse empty except for an old man with an extraordinarily thin, some would say two-dimensional, face and a beguiling turkey neck. "Oh, they went about six minutes ago," said the 2-D man. "They had a new girl with them. She was very nice." "Humph!" I replied, briefly loosing sight of the 2-D man as he turned around. I subsequently got back in the Sparky mobile, and drove home (IN THE BLOODY RUSH HOUR, NO LESS!).
All dressed up and nowhere to go, when I got home I decided to do my familiar route. I wanted to do a run anyway, as my knee was playing up a bit yesterday (long story short: I walked into a chair at work about five years ago. We'd employed this - I'll be brutally honest - divvy bitch to do menial editorial work, and I'm convinced she thought she'd be promoted if she got me out of the way. Thus, I went to talk to someone, and she appeared to place her chair RIGHT BY ME so as I turned to walk away I smashed into it; I've had niggles with it ever since. On the plus side, we fired her), and I wanted to try running with a knee support.
I'll be honest, it was swings and roundabout; on the plus side the knee was great. On the downside, it appears to have squeezed the problem down to my ankle (which I also have problems with - remind me to tell you the infamous Box Hill sledge story at some point), and the sodding thing clicked all the way. I thought briefly about putting on an ankle support for my next run, but I figure either a) I'll end up a bit like the Michelin man and barely able to move my right leg, or b) my toes will explode.
No, I think the answer might be to explore the possibility of having robo-legs installed.
Oh, and on the plus side, Sweatband is going to buy me a pizza to apologise for standing me up. Although she phoned to tell me this just as I was getting in the shower, and promptly hung up just as I picked the phone up having run naked and dripping water into the bedroom to get it.
Anyway, I hope the pizza will turn up soon - I'm a little bit peckish.
7 comments:
randomly happened upon your blog and are finding it uber-amusing...we're the newest fans of your malarkey.
cheers,
love&cyanide
Bless you, and God bless randomness!
(OK... spookily sounded like a nutter then...)
You can't see this, but I'm actually saluting you - always nice to welcome newbies!!
THIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE get Bender-style Robo legs. You could whistle the Bender ditty whilst stealing things from people during the run.
Oh, and thanks for installing the retina saving filter onto the pics. Those cops will be blinded by the light. I can see this post starting a chain reaction of sharing passport and driver's ID photos. I have one wherein I look like the preserved corpse of Eva Peron, and yet another where I resemble Tori Spelling... No FBI agents in sight for me, dammit.
So am I to understand that you have to do your own photos? At least you can pick ones you like. The transport centre takes ours and only when you are either blinking or half smiling. I'm stuck with mine for 5 years.
Not good.
Miss Haversham - I'm going to explore the robo-legs option; failing that, I'm thinking some Short Circuit-stylee caterpiller tracks. They'd be pretty sweet...
And that's a great idea! I want to see everyone's spacker-ish photos!!
Dora - Yep, we have to sort our own photos out, then send them off to the wilds of Wales where the DVLA lives. It's funny, the last time I had some photobooth pics done was exactly 10 years ago - It's almost like a flickbook. A very short, smouldering flckbook.
What I want to know is, just how do you manage to look good in those photobooth pics? There's practically an unwritten law saying everyone has to look at least a touch on the special side on their drivers licence.
*jealous*
Although that said, if I had a decent sense of shame I should be a model driver through fear of being pulled over and having to show someone else the picture. And I'm.. well, not. As such.
You've simply got to pout a little. Or get someone else to sit in the booth for you. That's actually an actor.
That said, the pic I've got from 10 years ago does make me look a tad special.
I might post it... Just for laffs!
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