My chum Clare, from the blog Yes, his name is Gary!, had volunteered to be the judge which suited me fine because if I had chosen someone, all the entrants would have probably rebelled and shouted 'FIX!' at me. And then they would probably have boycotted my blog, leaving me all alone in cyberspace with nothing but Naughty George and a sign saying 'I am hungry'.
The trouble is, that I wasn't able to get in touch with Clare last weekend, which wasn't helped by the fact that she is in Florida and I am in the UK and there is an 8 hour time difference. And if that wasn't enough, she has got enormous manicured nails (with a flower painted on one of them) which makes it hard for her to type. So as soon as I get hold of her, I will announce the winner.
On another note, I was quite excited when I found another photograph that I took whilst messing about with Izzy's dolls house during a unusual period of boredom.
To give you the creative brief, my artwork was inspired by my 'dogging' post [for readers outside of the UK who don't know what dogging is, you can read about it here] and I wanted to capture the power of the human bonding experience in adverse circumstances.
Pic.No.1. The power of the human spirit shines through in this striking image
Anyway, as an aside, I am getting a bit worried that my blog is working its way up the Google rankings for the keyword 'dogging'. I don't want my blog inextricably linked with dogging because if the village inhabitants find out, it won't make the school run much fun.
To demonstrate my point about working up the Google rankings, after my last dogging post, a Dogger contacted me and invited me to join him. And I am not joking. Here is the email:
Hello. I was searching for dogging sites in Oxford and came across your blog. Please let me apologise on behalf of the considerate doggers out there. We are not all the same as portrayed in the media. As with anything it's a minority that spoil it for everyone else.
As being as you live so close why don't you pop down and say hello sometime.
PS: Bring a warm coat it's a bit chilly this time of year!
Blimey, how I laughed! And just in case you were wondering, no I didn't take him up on his offer.
Anyway, I have got to go. My next door neighbour has just popped round to say that Naughty George is in her garden, worrying her chickens by running at them and woofing.