On the left with a brown tee-shirt and magnificently sculpted and tanned thighs is me, holding a plate on the right and wearing a watch is Alexandra in WMass, across the picnic area with tennis shoes is Mrs Lupin, with Maggie the dog lying on her right, and the person behind the camera is afew. Lupin isn't anywhere on the picture.
In fact, we were so involved in non-stop conversation that getting serious about taking photos just wasn't a priority... I said we needed Colman...
Even recently at a family occasion I took a group picture (had a dozen people standing in the sun) with someone else's camera, did all sort of fancy positioning (moving around like a professional photographer), pressed the button tens of times while giving out orders (smile, look to your left, you in the back bend forward etc). And in the end there wasn't a single picture on the camera!
I found this one in the camera under the title Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe, but I don't know how it got there. I don't remember the ladies wearing dresses like that (?).
All in the name of scientific investigation, of course.
So faced with a whole gaggle of heretics to burn, I'd put Colman in the pesä and stand well back.
We Ducks from Leicester also know a good bonfire when we see one,as we have enthusiastically celebrated the ignition of RC Guy Fawkes in our youth ;-) You can't be me, I'm taken
Onks tietoo?
Roughly translated, it means "do have you any information?"
In dark Helsinki alleyways, it will mean a mere 3 minute wait and cash on delivery. You can't be me, I'm taken
*Lunatic*, n. One whose delusions are out of fashion.
nah my hair never gets that long, I generally cut it when I start getting knots and dreads (and I cut it two weeks before the meetup). and my facial hair is still refusing to take me out of pre-puberty. and I don't wear sunglasses. but you can still call me el duderino ;)
likewise, I expect you to look like this:
