Monthly Archives: July 2011
First up is the rather wonderful @butmadnnw, who was at a Con which I’ve forgotten the name of. This full-length shot gives you the complete effect. You do know the character, don’t you? Lose 50 Geek Points if not.
Here’s the reliable @xkylet again – “Midday & all’s well. Especially now I’ve had my coffee”. I’m the same. Can’t do a thing before I’ve had a caffeine kick. Gain 25 Geek Points if you recognise the coffee shop.
Who’s this hanging out the washing? Why tis the hard-working @och23 – look at all those pink things! Should have used the same photo for the ‘Pink’ theme. Hang on, wait a minute… who put that blue shirt in with the pink? If you do that again it’ll turn purple!
@ericafairs says “Am having a lovely time. Hoovering. That’s irony that is”. Erm, no it’s not. It’s a Hoover. An irony is a big flat metal thing for smoothing clothes.
@greythorne was having a much more pleasant time – about to make some @wombat37 recipe ice cream. Oooh, I hope it turned out well: I love it myself – cos it’s easy. In my latest batch I crumbled four Cadbury Flakes into the mix before freezing – it’s wonderful.
All these different activities going on at the same time – my own @little_mavis was busily packing to come home from her dad’s house. Gain 25 Geek Points if you can remember where that is.
Ah now, this is more like my idea of a noontime activity! @mannymunkeh (for tis he) says “yawn will ya turn the bell off dudes it’s too early, oh wait is that the time…?”. What can be better than sleep, eh dudes?
This next pic deserves a proper spread, so let me clear a space here *throws dirty pants into corner of room*. Here’s @thorn_waite, who at noon was visiting Arnot Hill park, where he took this impressive panorama.
Ms @cymraescoch was in the kitchen on the stroke of twelve, just about to start cooking. Of all the things I like about Liz, one of the foremost is that you can always rely on her to be ready with a big gourd, in case of gourd-related emergencies.
Also in the kitchen (unless she cooks in the bedroom) was @ariadnes_web, busy putting the finishing touches to a simple cake. Simple, she says. More complicated than mine which are usually two cake slices with buttercream in the middle. Look – she’s all sprinkly-sugared and strawberry-scattered hers. Nice.
Now who’s next? Oh, c’est moi. Here I am in the sunny back garden, in me favourite pinny, with @CleverGirlBuffy peering into the back field, probably bird-spotting.
@HistoryNeedsYou says of the sight he saw at noon – “The way to the stars is from a back-street in Mercia”. Of course, I want a back garden observatory now. It’s my birthday soon, Twitter. Observatory please.
Here’s the one, the only @hastillonlyme – NOW we’ll see something exci…. oh. It’s washing. “Boring, putting the washing out”. Yes, we can see. Oh wait, unless…. nope. No bras, sorry folks. Moce right along, nothing to see here.
Our next Tweeter was sitting in Koffee Pot in Manchester’s rather wonderful Northern Quarter (about which I did a blog HERE) at noon. @heidivodka, for it was she, looked up and saw this. Tres strange. You’ll need to click to see the original to make it out clearly – but was that your card?
Who’s definitely going to be active at noon? @mrsactive, that’s who. “At midday I was weeding” she says, probably in a sultry voice.At least in my head it’s sultry, Oh, and a weed is just a plant growing in a place you don’t want it to.
Here’s @lilianlouvaine – well, no, THAT’s not her, you cheeky buggers. I’m sure her ears aren’t that large, and she’s probably much hornier. No, that’s a “statue on the edge of the pond at noon”. He looks dead cash, doesn’t he?
You know, I’ll bet Canadians do thrilling, exotic things on Sundays! And…. nope. Here’s thrilling, exotic Canadian @alliterative, and “I’m doing the kids’ laundry”. No chance of bras here either, so let’s move smartly along.
Meanwhile, in the next room, @avensarah is “Trying–and failing–to get out the door to go to Dynamic Earth”. Get tough, woman! Turn the telly off! Oooh, is that Spidercat?
There’s nothing I like better than a woman up a tree, so I’ll treasure this photo forever. “When the clock strikes twelve” purrs @thetiniestvole, “Voley is up a tree”. Pfft, that doesn’t even rhyme. Climbing tree though is FTW. Love doing it myself.
@hunyock, ever a friend in need, was letting friend’s dog, Oden, out at 12noon. Here Oden! Sit! Roll over! Bit faster, Oden! Clean my car! Oden’s not even stirring. Useless dog.
Ah, Andrea. What an ethereal name for an ethereal woman, who stands far above even The Wombat’s basest fantasies (not really). At noon, she who is @flossietp was in town with “the men in my life, charm personified”. Click it to make it bigger (which is co-incidentally what I said to her last time we met).
And finally here’s @captain_doodle, obviously preparing for a spot of wallpapering. Careful, Una, it’s not as easy as it looks. Oh, and Sundaypiccers should remember this one, because we’ll see how El Dood gets on at 4pm and 8pm, if ever I get round to writing those blogs. Stay lucky!
I thought about making this a chatty type blog, but honestly it would just have been the words “Nice Boobs” repeated ad infinitum. How many different things can you say, and how could I possibly be sarky about other people (except for @captain_doodle’s lovely clean valve, of course)? This is why I decided on a video as being far more suited to the subject matter. Don’t watch it with your kids, unless you want to explain what exactly @shinytuppence is doing with that bottle.
Before we start though, I really do want to thank each and every one of you fun-loving souls. Nuddy Booze started as a little bit of fun between @nyncompoop and @lauriepink, and it took the evil genius of @captain_doodle, Lord of the Valve, to make the leap to #SUNDAYPICS theme. When I agreed, I thought I was booking myself a quiet weekend. So, so wrong, Wombat. It was an amazing weekend, and became a real event thanks to your wit, your humour, and your … let’s admit it … eroticism. Each and every one of you is a TWILF. Thanks. Proper thanks. Here’s the video – oh, and it’s on “have to know the link to see it” setting, so no-one should find it accidentally.
Oh, PS – this coming Sunday’s theme: “Totem – an object that defines who you are”. promises to be one of the best themes. Ever. Do join in with @waywardlou’s debut #SUNDAYPICS and be gentle with her. Wombat out.
So called because it reminds me of one of my favourite films. Ah, Susan George……
- Bunch of spring onions
- A dod of butter
- Some mushrooms
- SPAM (hurray!) sliced thickly
- A big old slosh of port
- Couple of teaspoons Dijon mustard
- Carrot & Courgette “ribbons”
OK, grab your utensils firmly-
- Roughly chop the spring onions and cook in the butter in a biggish frying pan until just turning “golden” (i.e. brown).
- Add the mushrooms, and cook for about 3 or 4 minutes. Remove mushrooms and onions into a temporary bowl. No, I mean a bowl to hold them temporarily, not some sort of existential alternative universe bowl that keeps blinking out of existence.
- Fry the SPAM (hurray!) until browned on both sides, then pour the port over it and add the mustard. Slosh it about a bit, and chuck the mushrooms and onions back in from the existential bowl. Make sure the veg is heated well.
- Serve it however you want, but I like a veg pile with SPAM (hurray!) atop. It’s nice with carrot and courgette ribbons, which you can make easily with a peeler.
- Gerrit down yer gob.
Here’s the first part-blog of the Eight Bells theme, my little chickadees, which covers the first three timeslots of the day. Before we start though, CLICK HERE to have a read of @Sarahtregear’s blog of her #SUNDAYPICS day. It was a day that was a bit on the brilliant side.
Some men suffer from premature posting, as I’m sure you’ll know, and here is @xkylet now, with his entry from the midnight before the #SUNDAYPICS day started. I’m sure you’ll agree he looks ecstatic to be taking part in this historic project.
And so to 4am, and three hardy souls managed to rouse themselves at that godawful early hour, although I suspect from his picture (left) that @alliterative had some help. “A bit past the first check-in, 4am, if you reckon by British time” he says, although you know me – I wouldn’t care which time zone you used. Martian, for all I care.
Someone else who had a little help being awake, due to her job, was the glorious @doodledawne, who seemed to be having Flour Fun (and not the good kind). “Picturesque innit?” she says, displaying her street cred and stuff.
“Time taken is 4am. Photo is under the bed covers shot… looks shifty” reports Twitter’s favourite Cumbiran Vixens, erm, @cumbrianvixens. Sensible to use the flash, I reckon, otherwise we might have seen nothing at all
And so tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, and we move inexorably on to 8am. I was still azizz, but many of you woke as fresh as daisies. Look! Here’s @xkylet again, looking none the worse for…. well, actually he does look the worse for his late night. “All’s well” he says, “Apart from being a bit tired”
This is more my kind of thing, a fine coffee to jolt the wotsits into life. This particular coffee is fated to jolt @minidibdob’s wotsits, the lucky beverage. Second cup of the morning, was this, which leads me to conclude that maybe you should invest in a big old enamel mug.
Long have I fantasised about @flossietp in bed, and here she is, all tousled and bed-raggled. ”Bed head and all” she says, although I’m struggling to see the all.
Now lets have a threesome with a trio of beautiful women:
Over on the left we have my own beloved @little_mavis on the East Coast in Filey, trying desperately to use the power of Twitter to put off getting up. Much the same scene in the centre, where @scullyscully is perfectly happy to lounge around. “All is well on this ship” she says. The right-hand pic is the boudoir of @heidivodka, and shows “Where I should be”. Ah well, never mind – early to bed etc.
@nyncompoop was in a hotel – “bells thingy hotel breakfast” she says, incomprehensibly. “Check out the humongous lamp!” The second pic is of some creepy thing “checking out my every move. (how did I miss it yesterday morning)”
Here’s that @superblouse, making a mess as usual. “Never empty your clutch bag onto the bed.” she warns, a tenet I shall abide by assiduously whenever I have my sparkly clutch-bag with me.
Aha! More coffee – or at least some cups. @ariadnes_web explains “At 8 am, I was helping watching my husband open his b’day present from R and fielding a call from her”. I can only assume that the mysterious R is none other than Racquel Welch, because yes, I am that stupid.
Pancakes require no explanation. These were made by @avensarah, so I can only assume that they were smothered with that Canadian glop, maple syrup. Mmmmm.
Tea is the beverage du jour chez @oldmotherriley – note the piggy mug and the …. what is that other one? Oooh, Austin Seven! I’ll have that mug please!
Here’s the final pic in the Early Birds section, – this photo takes us back to bedrooms, and here’s “TH asleep in Liv’s bed”. Do you recognise those sultry tones? Yes, I thought you would. It’s the honey-voiced @sarahpez of course.
Well that consludes the Early Birds section of this theme, during the whole of which I was zizzing away like a good ‘un, dreaming of sex in a bath with Theda Bara. The blog of your noon pics will follow shortly, or possibly longly if I can’t be arsed to write it.
I’m not too sure how to approach this post. When I first set the theme, I expected that you’d just pick one time of day, and take your photo then. Many of you, though, decided to see it as an exercise in recording your Sunday, and took as many photos as you could for the times you were awake. Should I gather each person’s together? That would be kind of nice, but would end up with tiny representations of each individual pic that would be hard to make out. Or would it be better to simply step through the day, ignoring any diary-like strands of creativity? While I think about it, why not read @vegmers blog about her #SUNDAYPICS by clicking HERE. As usual, it’s good.
OK, you back? Right, I’ve had a bit of a cogitate, and given that there are so MANY photos (so, so,so many…) the best way to avoid overburdening myself and risking Wombicide is simply to break them up into several posts. Maybe one post for the diary-type pics, and one each for the standalone pics at different times of the day. Exactly how I group them sort of depends on how the numbers work out for each bit, but you’ll see that as they appear. I’ll add links onto THIS post too, so that anyone looking for the “Eight Bells” tag will know where to go. Onward and upward.
P.S. Having experimented a bit, I WON’T be gathering the spaghetti-links of diary-type pics together. Not because I don’t think it would be good, but because it could take HOURS.
- 600ml double cream
- 70g sugar
- 1 tsp vanilla essence
- 3 egg yolks
- other stuff if you want to vary it.
Whisk the three egg yolks in a bowl and keep them ready for action. Heat your cream and vanilla essence in a pan until it’s almost boiling, then take it off the heat and stir the sugar in until it’s all dissolved. Tip the cream / vanilla / sugar mixture slowly into the egg yolks while whisking them together. Keep whisking until it’s smooth. Ish.
Pour the mixture into a freezer proof container – I used one that the ice-cream I bought at the shop came in. Let it cool for a wee while (half an hour?).
At this point, you can mix whatever the hell you like in there. I’ve tried it with crumbled Cadbury Flakes, which works a treat. Or leave it straight vanilla. It’s yummy either way.
Whack it in the freezer for, oooh, 3 or 4 hours, and Bob’s your mother’s brother. Lovely stuff. If you want to be poncy and make it extra special use vanilla pods instead of the essence, but that’s too faffy for wombats to be arsed with.