Walking around Stover Park. A bird spotters paradise.
And all the big guns come out (to shoot the birds with)
Is this overkill or what?! (The guy on the left was bragging about how many thousands of pounds his equipment had cost)
I’ve noticed guys seem to go for big cameras; dangling their big lenses everywhere.
And there was me with my diddy little Cybershot!
Doing no harm at all……(Lol)
To Newton Abbot car boot.
A woman was selling scarecrows
Scarecrows are very necessary in this part of the world. To scare off pervs that like doing this kind of thing
Is it sexy lingerie or sexy laundry
The perv that hung them there wanted to know why i was taking a pic. “Cus it looks incongruous” i said.
He gave me a look. An incongruous look.
Or maybe it was leer.
I’ve been wearing this woolly hat all winter long
Nobody has bothered to tell me it makes me look like a prat!
What do you make of that sign?
Do you – like i do - find it aggressive?
It infers that customers – you and i – are stupid (“if you like high prices”) and can fuck off (go elsewhere”)
There’s blame going on; an insulting, threatening tone.
I imagine going in and saying “You haven’t charged me enough for this greasy pile of shitty chips” (altho not saying “greasy” or “shitty” obviously) – and some thunk-headed lunk barging out from behind the counter, grabbing me by scruff of neck and shoving me arse over heels onto the pavement snarling “Go Elsewhere!“
This cafe needs some BBC2 makeover programme guru person to advise them on how to encouragingly, and warmly, invite people in.
Into their rubbishy shit-hole (Lol)
This young buck wasn’t running fast enough
His head is now stuck ontop of the town’s tree.
Which has to be in the running for: UK’s naffest Xmas Tree Award.
I wrote about how shockingly bad it was last year (comparing it to a street-corner hooker if i remember)
Nothing has changed. Except the daft head ontop.
I can’t bring myself to post a pic of the whole tree in all it’s gaudy inglory - too pathetic.
I think somebody in this town has a velly shilly shensch of humour.
(and propping up the bar in the White Hart right now, wearing a daft hat)
Is it Comic Relief time i thought. Those Carry On doctors and nurses doing their silly nonsense again.
Took me about 5 minutes to work out what it meant.
Makes sense tho. You got to be naked from the elbow down when touching disease infected stinky bodies, plunging up dirty botties.
What do you think this is?
Any ideas? There’s a head, a body, a tail.
You’ve probably worked it out by now
It’s amazing what you can do with digital software
Ok, i know – another bleedin duck picture. It’s been a slow week.
They’ll spickt you and spuckt you, with their pecky little beakies.
Or obstpuct you.
Right up your back passage.
Careful now! – they’re in a mood.
Deano “bandy legs” Moxey clapping and being clapped off the pitch after todays match against Grimsby.
I don’t know why anybody is clapping. It was a very unclappable event. A dull nil-nil draw, with very little incident or excitement.
Hardly any “byootiful balls” were being made or terrible tackles tackled.
Grimsby’s cheeky No 3 got booed for diving in the box (“Cheat!, cheat!, cheat!” we chanted)
Two cans of pop (ours) got stolen from the turnstiles (cus we weren’t allowed to take them in – and lob them at the linesman)
Exeter’s biggest crowd of the season (5, 167) turned up to sit
quietly – and watch a pile of poo.
But please turn up to the next home match.
A herd of wildebeest are being driven thro Deano’s legs.
So we’ll waddle-widdle fiddle-faddle along here
right in the middle of the road
- and you’ll just have to wait.
We’re the car-park ducks see.
We rule this town.
(We’re gonna change the name of the dump too:
“Duckfastleigh” – yeah, sounds loads better that!)
