Room x37 – Spotting Syncs 101: A Pointless Exercise Part 1.2

To continue from yesterday

Yay! Haven’t done much transcribing *yawn …Keeping you up, Clicky?*  ‘Pointless’ then, so images I grabbed today… 9 of them. They cover the introduction witch actually I didn’t pay any attention to whilst yabbering on…

  1. iPlayer image

1. Pointless Keys

2. Spiraling Towers

2. Pointless numbers

3. Solomon and Ruth

3. Team 1 Ruth and Solomon


Digression: Today Loopy decided to get gold armor for one of his game’s characters. One called ‘Battery’. He already had the golden gun…

Totally Gold Battery

Yep… definitely…

Smoking Gold Battery 1

… smoking 😉

Smoking Gold Battery 2

*squints* It’s his holiday away from school… let him enjoy himself, I say. Digression over.


4. The Angler and The Ace

4. Team 2 Carl and Jimmy

5. Oh Brother*shakes head*

5. Team 3 Craig and Nikki

6. Made in Chelsea

6. Team 4 Jamie and Alex


7. “My logisticians are a humorless lot … “

7. Linkin Man Alexander the Great

8. Friends in the Blue Universe

8. Team 5 Alexander and Richard

9. The Ozman cometh



Up next… Famous Divas 😉 And if you need a catch up … Have an Oldie 😉



What the Blazes! Taking an arrow to the née

Following last night’s burning shamble about my surname, a story about a horse called Blaze appeared on my T-wittier feed this morning…

Blaze the horse stabbed and sexually violated

Clicky, it’s so strange. As I was telling Hugo, I just bought some swords from Legs

Legs ordinary day

The swords are a birthday gift for Kit Bisto, my nipper who’s into all things Japanese. He’s a Bonner…

Bonfire, that’s right Clicky. But he’s only half Bonner; the other half comes from me 😉 From the Top…

shewan meaning top


shewan meaning middle


shewan meaning bottom

That’s right, my boys may be Bonners but they have She-won genes 😉

Merovee Moulin Rouge

I know, Clicky! At the same time as I was telling Hugo about the swords and Blaze, Merovee Frank was putting up a new post that features a windmill…

*squint* Having fun extracting the Michael, Clicky? … Here, have a Song