This morning we proved that the moon is clearly not made from cheese but in fact is a nice white egg. Here are some photographs to prove this beyond any doubt.
The Moon is an egg
The Moon is an Egg
The Moon is an egg
Should I be a chef and that would be unfortunate to the whole population, I might not work in Paris. I am aware of food items eaten with regularity here that do not venture onto my shopping list . I am also aware of a few chefs who perhaps do deserve some sort of criticism. However are the French taking this too far? I leave that to your judgement
This just made me laugh. Another graphic designer who may need another job!
Watching non-league football sometimes allows one to watch some of the other spectators. The football action at Met Police V Bury Town was at times so one sided that one gentleman spent the whole half facing in one direction. Boys being boys behind the goal, eating and climbing and being boy like. Girls all walking together around the ground. Bury Town away fans taking their banner down as their team went 3-1 down in the first half. All good cabaret if the football was not good enough, and actually the football was excellent yesterday.
These photos seriously are on the internet advertising a flat for rent. They have induced much mirth already. But seriously how can you think that anyone will be attracted to this? Is there even someone in that bed? Are they dead?
Once in a while I look at this photograph and laugh. These really were people, normal people, maybe, travelling from Pisa Airport to Florence. Surely it was the cast of Father Ted, Ab Fab and others?