My Childhood Home / Jubilee
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.