Taking photographs of the great outdoors is not one of my hobbies. Therefore, most of my snapping is done indoors. I know I’m a bit late to enter the 14th photographic competition as set by my castle-dwelling, tram-travelling cousin, though I found this old dusty shot in my archives (hark at me) that might have been suitable as an entrant. You can judge for yourself what this is meant to be.
Boadicea's Chariot 
One of my mum’s rebukes when I tripped as a child was “What’s the matter with you, two left feet?”
BTW Your pajama top could use an iron.
Haw JW.
Quite right. It’s too late.
Added to which the crack, about the trams was enough to get it thrown out in a fit of Embran pique even if it had been timeous, or a diptych or any good.
Isn’t it marvellous news about our chums from Parkheid possibly sneaking back into Europe? That should really help the coefficient when they gub Atletico Madrid, Udinese and Stade Rennes.
See the boy that got the non proven verdict for the alleged assault on Neil Lennon, the Unmentionables’ manager, at Tynie? John Wilson was his name. Any relations over on the good side of Scotland, JW?
Morning JM,
I’ve been taking a lot of stick over the alleged assault because of the feebleness of it. Can’t believe JW got off with a not proven unless it was your good self that was representing him.
Nope, none of mine are way out East, we’re all situated in the one scheme which cuts down on the cost of phone calls. We just yell to one another from one back garden to another.
Will be disgusted if they get through on a technicality. Though, as you slyly imply, it will be good to see a couple of rugby scores against them.
LW, pyjamas? That’s me best crinkly shirt.