The lovely MJ sent some pix of her Charlie in his Flash costume…
Clicky? *nods*
Category: Who Knows What
The Sons Have Got Her Hat On…
It fell out of the wardrobe, whilst we were looking for something else.
My wedding Hat, Clicky. Just look at the state of it…
It didn’t go back into the wardrobe straightaway, oh no… Loopy Lou thought he might straighten it out for me…
He’s such a contented child, Click…
Then Kit-Kat-Paddy-Whack got hold of it…
Who knows, Clicky. Who knows…
Now I come to think it it, the song at No.1 when Thought Man and I got married was…
Indeed, Clicky, indeed 😉
Just One Click!
And Doo have a Song… 😉
Oh Boe! Dog Sitting Day: A Clicky-Led Shamble
Okay Clicky, you’re fidgeting. I know it’s strange having to take a Tuesday off just for dog sitting but what’s on your mind? You can tell Roobee…
Uh-huh… we watched that episode last night together… Hark! That was a clever twist, Capt Jack is the Face of Boe… 😉
Heh! I hope you’ve got a whole wardrobe full of coats, my friend, ‘cos I’m in punny mood this morning… Was it the mention of vanity that’s piquing at your brain?
Abel masc. proper name, in Old Testament, second son of Adam and Eve, from Hebrew Hebhel, literally “breath,” also “vanity.”
Abel? He was the meat eater, wasn’t he? The other one was the Veggie…
Oh I quite agree, Clicky, these machine politicians are quite ugly in their zeal to transform the world into their own image…
vanity (n.)c. 1200, “that which is vain, futile, or worthless,” from Old French vanite “self-conceit; futility; lack of resolve” (12c.), from Latin vanitatem (nominative vanitas) “emptiness, aimlessness; falsity,” figuratively “vainglory, foolish pride,” from vanus “empty, vain, idle” (see vain). Meaning “self-conceited” in English is attested from mid-14c. Vanity table is attested from 1936. Vanity Fair is from “Pilgrim’s Progress” (1678).
Idle? There’s a man who has a theory about that 😉 He wrote me an email…
“Thanks for leaving a link to Idle Theory. It is indeed “very Benthamesque”. But I replaced the greatest happiness for the greatest number with the greatest idleness for the greatest number. Idleness is (in principle) a measurable quantity, while happiness is not. I suppose I think of ‘happiness’ as being ‘happen-ness’ or ‘what happens’, and it’s only in their idle time that people are open to anything ‘happening’ in a ‘happy’ way. The rest of the time they’re too busy doing something more or less completely determined. Something like that, anyway.”
So thoughtful of him to reply and elucidate… you could have chosen a better image though, Click, those boots look like they could do with a clean…
Oh this is about that tweet we clicked *smirk* on this morning…
I spent a lot of time shambling K2 last year, Clicky… it was before I realised you even existed 😉
Ha! Clicky, The first British film idol that pops up in that series of films is CAINE…
idol (n.)mid-13c., “image of a deity as an object of (pagan) worship,” from Old French idole “idol, graven image, pagan god,” from Late Latin idolum “image (mental or physical), form,” used in Church Latin for “false god,” from Greek eidolon “appearance, reflection in water or a mirror,” later “mental image, apparition, phantom,” also “material image, statue,” from eidos “form” (see -oid). Figurative sense of “something idolized” is first recorded 1560s (in Middle English the figurative sense was “someone who is false or untrustworthy”). Meaning “a person so adored” is from 1590s.
Steady on now, Clicky, I’m pretty sure any Shadow Pharming Minister, would be appalled at that suggestion…
Oh there’s no talking to you today *rolls eyes* … Have a Song…
The Post I Forgot to Name
So I thought I’d re-watch last week’s episode of Doctor Who, before watching tonight’s second half…
That’s the prologue, Clicky. I don’t have time to watch the Prologue… ‘The Witch’s Familiar’ starts in a couple of hours and shambles can take ages to prepare… Oh, you’ve put in all the links…Cheers, Click!
This is a synchromystic shamble so is probably not going to make much sense to most people, but hear goes 😉
The previous season of Doctor Who was so syncy. We spent hours and hours knot-eye-sing the syncs on Merovee last year. So this new season was much anticipated. However, even I was surprised that the opening shot was of smoke…
And there was a plane firing lasers…
A war.
People do have their heads in the clouds when it comes to the ‘denormalisation‘ of smokers, Click… the mandated hatred has WHOly religious overtones… now, can I get on, time is clicking on *titters*…
A child (‘Save the Boy’ theme from ‘The Zero Theorem’) runs away through the smoke, lost and is made to stop by a black angel…
Who is promptly grabbed and pulled into a black hole…
Hand mines …
Lost, but what’s this…
Ah, vaping the great alternative to smoking, Click 😉
The boy picks it up…
Clicky, 50 is L which is Lever and how many feet and hands in that image?
Not a Library then, Clicky, Lol… Highlighting a mix and a muddle (how shambolic 😉 with technology. That’s pure Hugo…
*guffaw* Well done Click knot-eye-sing the 15 (IS) year program… you’re so sneaky Clicky hiding stuff like that… but no one get’s it you know..
Well D’Uh! I’ve been hanging around with you for like…ever 😉 Please Click, it’s… twenty to fucking twelve!!! OMG! I missed the show. Stop messing about now, post the images and no hiding stuff. Honestly, who in their right mind chooses a flippin’ chatty dolphin as an assistant…
Click, I saw what you did there *squint* Stop it!
That’s enough for now. I’ve got a date with iPlayer. Damn it, I haven’t even got to the syncs with ‘Essex’ and ‘Dude!’
Undoubtedly Clicky, now have a Song…
Who Vs WHO: Who’s Who and What’s What… What?
The new series of Doctor Who returns on 19th September and then there’s Sherlock at Christmas…. ah, I miss Moffat…
Clicky! A purple spider, thank you. Purple is my PPE… I must say, Steven Moffat is entirely right when he says:
“You know in some ways, I think Mark [Gatiss] has got a point when he says that however good you imagine [the crossover], it would be almost better in your imagination than it would be if the two grand old egotists actually met,” he added.
I have a theory that people obey the WHO because they’ve grown up watching Doctor Who save humanity on a Saturday evening tea-time since it was…
… in black and white, Click. I caught the Who bug with No.3 and the spiders… you know, when he regenerated into…
…jelly baby man, yes No.4, Click.
Yes, yes, Clicky, there’s probably a reason for that… makes Wales look good, I dunno. Now stop distracting me, I was talking about the WHO…
It was founded practically single-handedly by a man, Clicky…
‘Doctor to the World’
Perhaps he though Santa was Satan, Clicky, some people do 😉 Now let me get on…
My Y’ello friend Mhehed Zherting sent me an e-cig link this morning…
‘What’s interesting is that The Lancet revealed this “information” in an anonymous editorial rather than a proper article. Of course it’s impossible to be sure who wrote this, because it’s anonymous, but it is an editorial. That means it was probably written by the editor, and The Lancet’s editor is one Richard Horton.’
As far as Simon Chapman goes, yeah he really is a nob…
Now if only Vapers could be convinced to stop acting like ex-smokers (i.e. sanctimonious twats) and realise for one minute that using Tobacco Control ‘harm reduction facts’ against smokers will not help them in the long run…
That’s right, Click, remember… Sat 19th September 2015 on BBC1 😉
Oh give it a rest, Clicky. Have a Song…
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…
Clicky, it’s so strange. As I was telling Hugo, I just bought some swords from Legs…
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…
Middle…
Bottom…
That’s right, my boys may be Bonners but they have She-won genes 😉
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
Apols! A quick and dirty shambles…
Clicky! You’ll never guess what just happened on Merovee…
Hugo just called me ‘divine’. Clicky…
There are so many syncs with this story, Clicky…
Okay, we’ll list them…
Doll
That right, Clicky, on Saturday you posted a photo of my Thunderbirds Virgil doll. Quite why you decided to arrange it like a cock and balls is beyond me…
Ah yes, Richard (Dick) Doll… darling of the Tobacco Controllers, friend of industry…
Of course D = Door… lol 😀
Raindog
That’s me online, my avatar, a dog called Roobeedoo2. And, Click, Rain sounds like reign sounds like rein sounds like REGN… and that’s MRS to you…
Shall we move on…?
Dolphin
That’s you, Clicky, helpful assistant. Now that’s 3 syncs with Hugo’s story. but I’d really like 4 for a condor…
Condor means scoring four under par (−4). This is the lowest individual hole score ever made. A condor would be a hole-in-one on a par-five (typically by cutting over a dogleg corner).
come on, Clicky, think…
Weiwei
My Ai WeiWei sunflower seeds! Clicky, how clever… OMG! Is that the time? Clickstar, have a Song…
Who Knows What, Clicky?
*A game, Clicky? /sigh… I am trying to put a post together… Okay, go on then; you go first…*
*No. My turn. I’m I Sherlock Holmes?*
*Alright, okay. Look now I’ve got one for you. I came across a site today that analyses your writing and describes your personality. This is me apparently…*
The IBM Watson Personality Insights service uses linguistic analytics to extract a spectrum of cognitive and social characteristics from the text data that a person generates through blogs, tweets, forum posts, and more.
*Now look at this one; this one wasn’t me…*
*Similar, no? Guess who that writer is. I’ll give you a hint; he’s mentioned in this interesting talk…*
*It came as a bit of surprise to me. Go on have a guess…*
Ay, there’s the rub …
I say, I say, I say … my dog’s got no nose …
*Oh Clicky-Doo that’s wonderful … photography is not my forte …*
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“I suppose you can always jazz it up.” Thoughtful Man handed the camera back to me, perfectly timed to his zooming squint. “What’s the connection between the two?”
“Whitehouse…” My eyes signaled which way I would turn my head before I did. Left in this instance.
“That’s extremely tenuous and nobody will understand the connection, except me”. Laser squint dissolved into rapid blinking. “One. Newman and Baddiel were only half of the ‘Mary Whitehouse Experience‘.” He shook his head. “And number two. We only met Paul Whitehouse at Roy’s play.”
It’s true. At half time in the bar Roy, Thoughtful Man’s best friend from school, and basis of one of the play’s two main characters, introduced us to the great man. We said “Hi”.
“You were too shy to even talk to him, for goodness sake!”
*Marc Warren, Clicky? Oh he was very shy when I told how brilliant he was at playing Thoughtful Man …*
“Hello. Seriously, are you not listening to me?” He was wearing his ‘You’re not listening to me’ expression.
“Of course I was listening.” I thought fast. “You said, ‘You can connect anything to anything else if you look hard enough. It’s just coincidence. Everybody has them’.” I turned the camera back and took his photo *Click*.
The squint was back. “Lucky guess”.
“Of course. I’m the luckiest woman in the world. I married you.” Unfortunately the deadpan delivery only served intensified the squint.
“True.” He rubbed his chin. “But you do spend far too much time on the internet.” Again true …
“I’ll be as flexible as I can with your synchronicity malarky but I’ll be glad when your holiday is over and you get back to real work.” His face was set …
*I said ‘set’, Clicky.*
Gently, he took the camera back, laid it on the table and took my hand. “Why are you spending all day chatting to great unwashed, listening to rubbish and chasing old laughs?” He looked at me thoughtfully. “I’m on holiday, too. We could connect”.
*Not fair and not true, Clicky… /rolls eyes… So jealous…*
Library of Libraries 
