I know, I know hogging the front page.
Soutie has kindly brought it to my attention elsewhere that unless someone (anyone) steps forward in the next several days with a picture for the Photo Comp. I shall win by default, being the only soul brave or stupid enough to post an entry therein.
Besides being a crying shame, just try to imagine just how difficult it will be to put up with the arrogant and condescending outbursts that may result from such an eventuality.
So buck up, children and let’s not let the side down, eh, eh.
Boadicea's Chariot 
I’m working on it, LW, chaos, yes, it should be easy and we still have a window of opportunity.
I haven’t found any suitable chaos…..
Oh dear, Nym, or rather good for you, I have so much chaos I don’t know quite which way to turn. Any photograph would prove extremely embarrassing, I fear.
I’m sorry, but do we know you?
I think that you will find that, if you refer to the subtitled rubric of the image top right hereof,the current winner of the CW and Pom prizes is somebody called ‘Low Wattge’ and not you at all.
Bearsy, good evening and please lob this comment into the dustbin of the Chariot as soon as read if you choose to insert the missing ‘a’. It’s the usual joshing and I honestly just can not help myself.
LW, in seriousness, your story was superb and your pom was masterly. I, for one, would have no problem if your photo won as well to give you the first BC Triple Crown.
Safe home in due time to the UK for your sister’s 70th.
JM:
Sir
As is usual hereon those things, which though trifling in themselves, have some potential to cause embarrassment to the management have the ability to correct themselves seemingly without human intervention.
Yrs.
Low Wattge
PS Too kind by far.
Fear not, of ye of little faith, you are no longer alone. I’ve introduced some chaos into the comp. 🙂
LW, belated congratulations on winning the creative writing congratulations. I see that you have also won the poetry comp and are hot favourite for the photo contest. Needless to say, I am not surprised as I am a big admirer of your work. I hope that your Imperium will become complete with a clean sweep.
The only thing bothering me is I have heard the words Triple Crown mentioned. This abomination should not be used in your Victory Tribute and alternatives should be issued instead: Treble, Trinity, Three Watts, a Shanghai or Rita, Sue and Bob, too.
I’m not so sure, the subject this month is ‘Chaos’ not ‘Poor Housekeeping.’ Judges generally give a couple of weeks or so to enable entrants to get off their backsides find a suitable situation and snap it, not fall out of bed, walk downstairs and take a pic of a scene close to hand which is normally their own doing in the first place.
In fact a couple of the pics in this months competition (no names ;)) aren’t chaos at all but a slow structured example of order, rather like the Universe now I think of it.
The less said about archive material the better, I don’t want to sound like a stick in the mud but while ‘old pics’ are within the rules I would expect Judges to view current pictures more favourably!
If it’s to be a threesome on The Chariot I would expect a little more effort.
‘I could of course be wrong.’
🙂
Soutie, you are quite right. I only posted my picture not because I thought that I had any chance of winning but to keep LW company and to ensure that he would not win by default. There is so little sense of achievement in winning be default.
Soutie: Bloody cheek. I’ll have you know my workshop is not a case of poor housekeeping, it’s a world famous example of “No Housekeeping” and “No Housekeeping” if sustained for a long enough period, results in an exponential increase in Entropy ending in complete disorder, no two items of any like kind can be found in close proximity to each other, they are always separated by unlike things, it’s a random walk in uncertainty, it’s a real time manifestation of the Heisenberg principle of tool storage. Strangers and those not used to such disorder upon first entering have been known to be rendered speechless and unable to move for fear of bringing some order to the place by blundering into a stack of objects and having them collapse into some sort of logical sequence. Housekeeping forsooth, I appeal to you all, do I look like a housekeeper? 🙂