Friday, September 16, 2005

First after First

It was a weekend of firsts:
  • Catrin's first time on a boat (amazingly she wasn't sick. This is amazing because currently she is the vomit tap)

  • Catrin's first time abroad (Isle of Wight. Still having problems with the language and the 80's haircuts)

  • Catrin's first time camping in the van (she was no help putting up the awning)

  • Claire's first attempt at suggestive camping photos




Tuesday, September 06, 2005

I AM NAD!

It has been brought to my attention that my treatment on this blog of one of my friends has been a little cruel.

For starters I compared his face to that of a well-known vegetable.

Then I published a personal and private email on the blog, for the sole purpose of ridiculing him.

Finally I raided his personal and private online-photo collection and published two photos that present my friend in what some people might call an unflattering light. It has been suggested that I - at the very least - remove said photographs and presumably issue a lengthy public apology and an argument that the camera actually does lie a bit!

Clearly I'm not going to do that because - well - they make me laugh.

A lot.

They are funny.

As a sop though I shall tell you a little tale about an ugly duckling that I like to call Nad. By day Nad is the perfect human being: witty, generous, nice-smelling and above all, incredibly handsome. However, unbeknownst to all those striking good looks are nothing but an elaborately constructed LIE! Strip away hours of meticulously applied make-up, a certain amount of prosthetic work and relax the face that's continuously tensed and Lo! ... he's HIDEOUS!

I am not proud. I'll let you into a secret: I AM NAD!

NAD IS ME!



(we're even, you yam-faced goon!)

Sunday, September 04, 2005

KAPOW!

It was a beautiful weekend, it really was.

But Dad didn't know what he was dealing with when he expressed displeasure to Catrin about the baby-poo she'd recently deposited on his trousers and Mum's blouse: BOOM! A left hook right to the nose!

(Admittedly a hooter that size is the easiest of easy targets but COME ON! She's only 12 weeks!)