This is how you play:
Do a Google image search of the following and post the first (or favorite if you want to cheat, but label it so) result for each:
- The name of the town where you were born
- The name of the town where you live now
- Your name
- Your grandmother’s name (just pick one)
- Your favorite food
- Your favorite drink
- Your favorite song
- Your favorite smell
Yup the view here was framed by the Adshel bus shelter. Yes the whole of the Uxbridge Road is like an Indian market full of exotic foods and fabrics and an impressive range of brass and plastic goods. They like their plastics; so do I.
I think the bus shelter was used to cut out views of warring, triple parked motorists.
Yes, it's wonderful.
This is the second graphic claiming to be of our home town, as Husband used the first that came up. Notice how neither actually displays this seventies suburbia-by-sea, but rather more picturesque views looking away from town.
At first I thought 'Yes! This'll do for representing me!' But then I looked closer. There is something inherently wrong with men with:
more moisturised skin than mine,
more exfoliated skin than mine,
better hair than mine, with more (any) glistening 'product' in it,
men with no body hair at all,
men with obviously plucked eyebrows.
And what's the woolly hat for, indoors; first line crab defense?
Okay, okay cut the laughing.
One of my grandmothers had the dubious honour of carrying the 'must have' family middle name. Shut up.
The Welsh Gibbons are a good bunch and I can see why the family association would be carried on - even if it might have been better to give the marker to a male child?
Its just one of those seasonal treats that you can manage somehow, even when the idea of eating anything else makes you think you'll burst. Best enjoyed on a really full stomach, though, because otherwise there's nothing much to it so it involves consuming loads and getting weird looks, or forgetting to tell the kids you actually bought any at all.
Just like this; neat, and by the tumbler.
Chill the bottle and sod the ice.
Not for sharing,
definitely for finishing.
Don't Come The Cowboy With Me, Sonny Jim
But only as sung by Kirsty MacColl
Fresh Cut Meadow Grass
Not your chemically assisted, perfect lawn variety, but
the stuff with some chloropyll left in it and a few wild flowers.
YOUR TURN! leave me a comment so I know who to come visit?