Never far from a glitter-cannon or dry ice. My views are not my own, they are those of a dreadful count who has control of my rather feeble mind.
"My name is Blond."
Happy birthday, London Underground. I'll bet it wasn't like this 150 years ago:
Greetings, dear people. What better way to start the day than with a photo of Katye West:
Ah, 5.30pm, how nice to see you. I think that means it's time to head off for some fun. Happy evenings all.
The Bonnie Tyler GPS. (Not suitable for driving in France.)
It's that time in the afternoon when only a picture of a dog wearing a giraffe outfit will do:
Now these are what I call waterfront properties
A very happy birthday to you, @lawwburrollie :-)
Oh, well done Cathy:
Greetings, all. This morning I bring you the truth behind the logos:
A sure fire way to ensure people come to your wedding:
What could *possibly* go wrong?
You know what they say about men in big, pointy, cerise shoes? No, I don't either.
Salutations, all. Lest we forget what Twitter was invented for: ARISTOCAT
One from the 'Conflicted Superhero' collection:
Continuing the, 'METH: NOT EVEN ONCE,' theme:
Best diet ever:
Greetings, dear people. What do you think: too early?
And now, Les Miserables through the medium of emoticons:
*Bites lip* - so close
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