Monthly Archives: July 2012
Look, it’s my new sword that I bought at EXPO in Manchester. I’ve waved it about a lot now, and worked out how to stand so it looks well cool. All I need is a bazzing name for said weapon.
Over on the right there, above what is usually an ad for bras, is a poll containing the most popular names suggested by my Twitter followers. Obviously I have a favourite, but I thought it’d be fun for you lot to vote for your favourites.
Even if I don’t use the winner for the sword itself, I will use it either for the scabbard or for my next born child. So go! Vote away!
I just made me a Barn Owl, look –
I know, I’m “a bad man and a womperv”, but honestly my first thought for this theme was of fruit. Not that I ever object to other interpretations, obviously, cos I really am a womperv. On with the show!
First up was @mummyjay51, with a pleasant enough sounding introduction – “Apricots for Sunday pics, or at least they used to be”. Open the pic though and EWWWW. Chewed fruit. Nice teeth, mind.
Thanks to @em_and_lola, I soon recovered my equilibrium cos of these gorgeous “Fruity lemon cupcakes”. They look lovely, but they’re BUNS!*
*opens old argument once again
Now, I do like a nice cherry, and @scullyscully doesn’t disappoint me with this bunch. “Fruity undies, fruity pic” she says, “I can’t believe this of me. (blushes)”. Tsk tsk. Wouldn’t mind plucking a few of those (etc).
Here comes @belmsie to sober me up – “Technically I believe the young coconut (drupe) is a fruit but mature ones are seeds. I just like the pic”. As do I; the textures are gorgeous.
Yet more fruit that I’d like to get in my gob, look at this delight from @ariadnes_web. “Summer #fruity for lunch”? And tea, and supper, and midnight snack please.
An absolutely stonking pic as usual from @rosamundi. “It’s not fruit yet but it will be – cherry blossom at Hampton Court”. She so talented.
Oh @bathcat, you Delightful Donny Damselle, now you’ve got me lusting after your peaches… oh wait, is that a nectarine? Silly me. Lovely arse, by the way.
Say what you like about #WOMBATPICS, we always get more variety than you could shake a stick at. Here’s another take from @macjude – “Raspberry margarita with a slice”. Don’t you just want to take that out into the sunny back garden and listen to the birdsong?
I was hoping for some fruit on the bush, as it were, and @splashman did not disappoint me. Look how pretty they are, and not a smidge of bird poo in sight.
Ooooh, look! CAKE! Lemon cake FTW courtesy of that @TheTiniestVole. And now I want cake. I blame myself, picking a foody theme in the first place. Eejit.
Here’s my own fruity pic (sorry, you’ve seen way too much of me naked already) taken at a PYO in Yorkshire. Ate as many as we collected.
MOAR strawberries, from Sir @davidgilray – his look more Mivvi coloured than mine. And now I want a Mivvi.
It’s a veritable strawberry patch here in this corner of the blog, as we now considered juicy @leontia2001’s juicy pic. Slurp.
@alexbrightsmith presents us with “Raspberries in wine(last week’s doomed effort to make suet roll look like a summer)”. Or they GIANT raspberries, or just close up, Ted?
@och23 “The first of the strawberries from the garden. They were yummy” Whenever I try to grow strawberries I manage no more than two fruits. Cos I is a crap gardener.
STRUDEL! Look, it’s STRUDEL! I love strudel. This is from @yura_toole, a man of taste.
Here’s a double from @alliterative – “We’re in the middle of the blueberry festival, so this was my breakfast this morning” – no cream?
“But this has to be my favourite fruity pic, E1, 3 years ago”. Awwwww!
This artistic recreation of the Muppets character Gonzo is brought to you by the remarkable @mandsywoo, whp says “I have taken fruity piccies for #wombatpics but yet to post any – hard to choose now”. And you chose….. THIS?
Nice boobs, by the way.
Everybody loves strawberries, it would appear – here’s @cara_erin’s “pudding”, although surely a pudding should be surrounded by calorific pastries?
Here’s a puzzler from @IainLJ – “It’s a twofer from me! My #fruity entry is also my take on a classic album cover”. Do you know the album? (I do, I own the bugger). I’ll tell you the answer at the end of the blog.
I nearly missed @jaxbourne’s entry due to the exigencies of my old Tweetdeck installation, but caught it after she poked me with a sharp stick. She says “Seriously have no fruit in the house other then the crushed kind”. She’ll be suffering from scurvy soon, mark my words.
Prunes! Brilliant. Them kiwis can feck off though. This pic’s from @davidtims, who’s a bit of an old stick-in-the-mud, fruitwise – “Bit of a weird collection if you ask me. I only touch the grapes myself”. You odd grape-toucher, you.
These are some of @scyrene’s own toms. He says “I grew 15 varieties of tomato this year. This is ‘Super Marmande’, a descendant of ‘Marmande’, a famous variety from the French town of the same name. I grew it last year, a single plant I bought at a garden centre, and was so impressed by the flavour and yield, I tried it from seed this time round. It’s less ribbed than ‘Costoluto Fiorentino’, slightly larger, with a pointed end. Moderately juicy, great flavour if sun-ripened. The rear fruit is yet to ripen”. So now you know, BUT IS A TOMATO A FRUIT?
Along sashays @sarahtregear just before close of play with this AMAZE looking drink. She purrs seductively “Just remembered! Here’s my #wombatpics it’s an Apple Martini and it was GORGEOUS”. A heavy man burst into the room with a gat in his hand….
Sorry, dropped off into a dream there. I’m back now, and so is @belfegore to bring us “Some high hanging fruit for #WOMBATPICS”. I love this photograph. So bright.
More fruit ‘in its natural environment’ now, from @TheFlossieTP. These are “fruity red currants in my garden up north”. Heh heh heh, now I’m thinking about your garden
And finally (because Tweetdeck failed to show it so she had to poke ne hard) is @avensarah “at the market”. Look at all those lovely mouthfuls!
That’s your lot for this time, kiddies. Thanks to everyone who took part. I owe you all obe free hour of Wombat Lurve.
*that album, by the way, was Velvet Underground’s “Andy Warhol” LP.
Three years ago (jeebus, was it that long?) me and Cat went to the London MCMExpo. Now that Expo was happening up North, and on our very doorstep, we could suffer no other action than to go again. Loved the fact that this year, cos we bought early entry tickets, we got in with just ten minutes of queueing, rather than two hours. There’s a SHYTELOAD of pics (and a couple of videos) here that I hope capture the feel of a joyous day full of happy, friendly, vibrant people. Enjoy. If you recognise yourself in a pic having stumbled across this humble blog, do yell “Ayup Wombat!” in the comments and give us a cheery wave of whichever body part you find most pleasing. Oh, and you can click on each pic to see a larger version.
I definitely recommend you click on this pic to see the large version. There’s lots of goodies to pick out from the crowd.
Lolly chainsaw, cheerleader, weird scarecrow thing – what’s not to like?
Decide on your own amusing caption for this one, cos I can’t even.
Dance, girls, dance!
I love the pop-quaffing furry on the left there. Working the pink hair there, kids.
The steps were remarkably popular for resting, although they did give you a nasty case of Numbum.
That awkward moment when your cloven hoof goes wonky
“And you are Green Lantern?”
“ARROW, WOMAN! FFS!”
Assembled folk of all kinds, but every single one having a champion time. Yes I’m from Yorkshire, why do you ask?
Skitty & Bulbasaur
Tim, Cat & Katharine
Inside G-MEX – sorry, “Manchester Central”, its crap new name.
Resting bananas. Be careful not to tread on them.
No Luke, *I* am your helmet.
Some weird Super-Ghost-Doctor mash-up that I can’t even.
Posing with dead Heath Ledger
Spot the tiny Han! (Harrison Ford was 70 the other day, by the way. I KNOW!)
Small child, HUGE ROBOT
Dalek japes. EXTERMI oh wait…..
Them nice Merlin knights sign stuff and smile a lot.
Raquel, phwoar. Yes yes, I’m old.
The footballers seemed out of place. Which dickhead spelled Mike Summerbee’s name wrong?
A weird fight between disparate genres.
It was a family day – lots of kids, which was great.
Those Merlin guys on stage (yeah, I can’t be bothered to look up their names).
Mario entertains the kids.
How much money did YOU spend?
I hope he has a green crayon.
Mobile massage. Really relaxing, akshly.
A range of costumes that tickled me. Life’s too short for me to comment on every one, but oh, those Iron Men Girls Women. Iron Ladies? Oh no, that’s something else entirely …. ah, you know what I mean.
Vic Mignogna Meets cat
Just a couple – first up, some bopping to YMCA after Vic Mignogna had finished singing.
And the second is a brief walkabout through the crowd….
Couldn’t persuade many of you to do this one, but those who did were brilliant. It really was splendid to hear your actual voices, and indeed quite moving at times. The Canadian ones are particularly touching for some weird reason. Anyroad, enjoy listening to these – click on the pictures to bring up the Audioboos themselves, and you might find headphones helpful, cos a few are on the quiet side.
“Oooh a bee!”
@wombat37, ‘Here’s my GardenBoo’ Mr. Broadyorkshireaccent in full-on gibberish mode.
@captain_doodle, ‘Right, here’s my
#gardenboo for #wombatpics. Lack of verbosity due to watching US Open til 3am. Zzz’ Your octagonal thingy is brilliant! Want.
“Oops. You’re going to soon be able to hear my baby screaming at me”, “MUMMEEEE”
@avensarah, ‘I recorded this yesterday’. Love that Canadian inflection? Where everything sounds like a question?
“Really hoping the neighbours aren’t listening”
@greythorne, ‘A description of my garden for
#wombatpics today. Sorry my recording technique is a bit poor’ Beautiful voice, I could listen to you all day.
“Some sweet peas, strawberries, fresh mint, trampoline!”
#wombatpics my attempt!’ Fresh mint for the roast. Perfect.
“PHOOOOO! That’s to prove it’s a bottle and not a jam jar, cos if it was a jam jar I couldn’t blow over the top of it like that”
@oldmotherriley, ‘The sound of my garden’ God your place sounds glorious – you have a tractor shed!
“All sorts of robust creeping smelly things coming in from the side”
@alexbrightsmith, ‘Backgarden too depressingly neglected for words this year, here’s frontdrivepretendingtobegarden’ You have camomile & honesty! You also say you have some ‘prostate rosemary’, but we’ll keep quiet about that.
“It is getting bloody dark”
#sundaypics #wombaypics whatever it bloody is’ What a well-spoken gentleman of leisure you are, sir.
“A ONE, TWO, THREE, HEY!”
@little_mavis, ‘May not be quite what was expected. Pub garden in Sewerby (warning LOUD)’ Hardly Muse, is it?
@mizzlizwhizz, ‘I forgot
#sundaypics Garden boo theme, but happened to record a thrush on my walk today cos it’s so rare to hear it’ Damn, I thought I was finally going to hear your voice. Poo.
“At the risk of irritating poor old Wombat, I’m BBQing dinner”
@alliterative, ‘Audioboo: Gardenboo’ Oi, less of the “old”, Stinky…. although come to think of it you’re not wrong. Wait, you have a lake???? Wow. I love the way you say “Blue Spruce”
“Dawbes, don’t do that”
@wombat37, ‘Here’s an Audioboo I posted while in Derby’ This cos I was in Derby on the Sunday, and felt obliged to post something, despite the enormous danger.
Yep, we had a twofer a bit since. Here’s a blog to cover them both. Let’s start with a bit of nostalgia for your childhood homes, eh?
Look at the size of the gob on that! The fish I mean, not @ariadnes_web cos I wouldn’t want to risk her wrath. She could so beat me up. The pic at the bottom is her childhood home, and very nice it looks too. There does appear to be an orange car on the drive, which I’m not so sure about. Orange? really?
Here’s @bathcat on horseback now in her childhood back garden. Her, Big Sis, and Rocky the Pygmy Pony over by the dental floss bush (yes, it’s a Zappa reference).
Here’s an impressive fact from @belfegore – “My parents actually built their own home, down to laying the bricks. Here is me helping out”. impressive, see? The shorts, not so much.
“I. Am. Knight Rider!” intones a deep impressive voice, or at least @captain_doodle attempting one. “Fighting crime on my Knightcycle outside the childhood home”. He and Ant seem to be followed by a ghost. OOoooOOOoooo!
Lurk lurk. Here’s @davidtims. “My childhood home had two dogs and a shed called Holly Lodge”. Wait, you had a dog called Holly Lodge, another dog called Holly Lodge, and a shed called Holly Lodge? Wow, talk about unimaginative.
@ericafairs says “This is the pic for #Sundaypics that won’t upload to Twitter for @wombat37”. If you’re attempting a song there, it needs a little work. Nice blurry thatched roof, though.
“Here is my home town of Húsavík in Iceland”. Actually, @exnavygirl, I think you’ll find that’s a map. Also, I thought you lived in Dawnstar and wore Forsworn armour all day?
Continuing the theme of exotic & attractive first homes (at least to a common-as-muck South Yorkshire lad like me) is @flylilypad “This is my first actual home, in Nakuru Kenya”. Nice.
I love this pic from @hippo_critic; very evocative. “The place where I was born. With the motorbike & sidecar and pram (me) outside”. Ah those were the days, when you could leave your child ignored outside.
Here’s @ivan_jellical’s bijou home, complete with his Mum doing some sort of weird callisthenic thing in the driveway. Or maybe she dropped a crisp.
And here’s that @jaxbourne “In an indecently short dress, and my uncle @JulesBromley in our living room back in the day”. We used to have a lamp like that. My dad made it.
In a reversal of “It used to be all fields round here” this is where @little_mavis’s grandma’s flat was where she stayed much of the time when properly little.
Two from talented @mizzlizwhizz now – the first “the view from my bedroom window, painted when I was 17” (wow), coupled with a contrasting view towards ‘the garden’.
Here’s one from @mrsashboroscat, who I miss on Twitter, and hope is doing better now than she was. “This was my Nanna’s house. I spent most of my childhood here. That’s my Mum. She grew up here”. Suburban lives, eh?
“Me and my sister” says @och23 “in the tree outside my childhood home. Dad eventually built a treehouse for us”. Wow – considerate dad.
This is a grand pic – look at the lovely coats! @oldmotherriley says “I grew up on a farm. Here’s my dad, two friends and a car outside, before I was born” – note absence of rounded corners on this pic cos it featured a white margin which has been rounded against a white background. These things matter to me, sorry. I’ll shut up.
Bloody Nora, this is a hell of a view. This from @rg1840 – “Xmas view from the house I’ve lived in until moving to Dublin 2 yrs ago…it’s still my home”. I know exactly what you mean. Looks a bit cold that, I might have a warming whisky….
Do click the pic of this one for a bigger view – @scullyscully’s world, 1976. “A drawing of my childhood. And to add to your second theme, our silver jubilee party was held in the concrete area” That ‘nice’ Mr. Thwaites sounds a bit funny to me. Who lets other people’s kids play in their car?
Here’s a drunk tree from @shysarah2009. She says it’s a “View of my childhood home from my current home, traditional farm house”, but I like to think that an ent just got pissed as a fart.
Mr @thorn_w’s childhood home is, unsurprisingly, artistic in its presentation. Those blurry cars were buggers to drive though.
And here’s mine – my early years were spent in the first house of the terrace on the left. Cellar, outside toilet, tin bath on the wall, Goons on the radio, jumpers for goalposts.
JUBILEE – the supplementary theme, selected late due to it’s topicality
We love a bit of nudity in this blog, so we do – here’s @yura_toole: “An early one, Bums and Bunting taken Friday at WNBR in Manchester Canal St”. I love Canal Street.
A meeting of giant minds now, as @sarahpez has Jubilee tea with @Superblouse. God, I’ll bet the bon-mots flowed like erudite porridge.
See that, vaguely, through the wind and pouring rain? That’s bunting, that is. @little_mavis calls this shot “A windy & rainy Jubilee view”. She’s not kidding.
BIG queue. Bigger than I’d ever stand in for anything. According to @jofilm, this is for the Battersea Park Featival (sic), whatever that might be.
Here’s @kjormerod saying “Does this count for your Jubilee theme? I did it myself for work tonight”. Of course it does – I can’t quite see clearly, but I’m assuming you have it flown the correct way up as if your nose was the flagstaff? That’s OK then.
Oh look I want buns now – @hinnyhlw posted “My jubilee cakes”. That’s what I’m talking about…
And now, all the way from @hallmork, a man who bunted himself. She calls this picture “The man who bunted himself in the Albert Inn”. It was taken in the Albert Inn.
MOAR PUB! I like pubs. This one from @dbrereton of a pub in Bowness. On the left now is another @dbrereton masterpiece, this one playing on the sight of hundreds of barges in the Thames. He describes it as “My favourite 2 barges of the afternoon”, a joke which I didn’t get for ages and ages.
And finally, Esther, a killer pair of jubilee shoes from (who else?) @shoegalsedgewick. Hell, even I’d wear those despite my dodgy toes.
… about sauce. It’s on the right there. Look, there –>
No THERE. Look where I’m pointing! Above the bra advert, sheesh. Mmmmm bras. The result of the Shakespeare poll, by the way, was that those of you who loved it at school outnumbered those who hated it by a majority of 2:1. Go Willie.
(photograph courtesy of, and copyrighted by, the delectable @snowgirl1972)
Following a chat on Twitter with the estimable man behind “Uncle Pandarus” I’m interested in your thoughts about this. See that poll over on the right there? Do me a favour and tell me of your experience of being taught the works of Mr. William Shakespeare at school. You may feel completely differently now, but back then did you love it, hate it, or just couldn’t give a tupenny toss? Feel free to leave a comment on this post to expand further, and to tell me which play you studied. For what it’s worth, we ‘did’ Julius Caesar’ and I bloody hated it.
Something you SHOULD give a tupenny toss about is a new presentation of Troilus & Cressida by Uncle Pandarus. It’s rather wonderful – take a look.