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.
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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.
Anon
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.

You didn't take him up on his offer ? Wot ? and missed the chance to report back to us as we sit here with baited breath ?
ReplyDeleteMy hen that has had the adventure of being in a dog's mouth today seemed fairly OK - will see if she lasts the night.
Photo of you in bloging pose was a challenge for today see Jo's for a laugh link from my comments xxxx
Is it wrong for me to be turned on by these pictures?
ReplyDeleteOkay, glad you didn't take him up on the offer.
ReplyDeleteFun pic, in a disturbing kind of way. Like Lego sex. Not that I know anythign about that.
Naughty George steals the scene again!
You're turning into a bit of a deviant :)
ReplyDeleteWhat polite people doggers are. A more engaging invite to go and watch some bloke whack off in a lay by you couldn't hope to receive.
Anne - "unusual period of boredom" I would say is an understatement. Does Izzy have to lock her toys away for safety?
ReplyDeleteBTW - you do know now that the doggers have found you, it's going to be difficult to shake them (figuratively speaking) ;)
Ron
Eh up Penny, did your hen live then?
ReplyDeleteNo way am I going to take up dogging... I would only consider it if they started doing it in Five Star hotels instead of laybys!
(that was a fib by the way)
Hey Masher, are you sure you wanting to be saying that stuff in public?
ReplyDeleteOf course I don't think it is wrong to be turned on by the pictures. But maybe you are feeling a little surpressed?! *wink*
I know Brahm, it is totally disturbing. I don't know what I was thinking publishing it really. I think I have got a bad fairy living on my left shoulder!
ReplyDeleteAww Gumpher, you really make me laugh: "A more engaging invite to go and watch some bloke whack off in a lay by you couldn't hope to receive."
ReplyDeleteBloody hell I laughed!
Yeh, I am turning into a bit of a deviant aren't I? It's quite good fun really, and doesn't feel as evil as they make it out to be in the press.
Blimey Ron, do you reckon I am going to become a Doggers icon or something? A bit like Kylie Minogue is to gay men?
ReplyDeleteThat would make me feel quite important. Cool!
...regards the scary doll & your suggestion to 'it 'er on the 'ed wiv an 'ammer ( Honest Hofficer it wernt me )
ReplyDeleteTrouble is with your cunning plan of burying the bits far & wide... I see them slowly and surely and scarily gathering together again with each part playing host to a gruesome murder along the way
aka Midsomer Murders, with John Nettles... I mean Suchet... I mean Inspector Hercule Poirot turning up to seduce I mean deduce the answer with a candlestick in the dining room ... by Miss Scarlett of course.
Tsk Tsk Tsk! I guess I shouldn't be surprised, what with her trampy red heels and marching bow. What is it with dolls today?!
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