Saturday, July 22, 2006

 

THE LAST POST

Well, the last three months have been marvellous, marvellous, marvellous. However, this is one of those blogs which has blazed a trail like a comet. Its life could only be short, but dazzling.

It was probably a daft idea in the first place, the joke was getting very thin indeed and the search results were getting less and less interesting.

So the time has come to say goodbye to both of you disinterested readers. I'm crying as I type this and there is a small man playing a violin in the kitchen, which is adjacent.

All we have now are the memories, and, as a final parting shot, a picture of someone who both of us hold dear, a boy who will soon become a man and a worldwide megastar.

Thanx. Will the last visitor turn off the lights on the way out?

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

 

FLAVOUR TO SAVOUR



Further to the previous post, thanks to MJ for the picture of Bobby Robson, licking lips.

Relax, please don't have nightmares ...

Sunday, July 16, 2006

 

GOB



Relax, please don't have nightmares ...

Pictures of dribbling saliva

Bobby Robson licking lips obscene

Sunday, July 09, 2006

 




ALAN SHEARER SINGING U2 IN HIS CAR ???

ALAN SHEARER MOONING PHOTOS ???

Sunday, July 02, 2006

 

A Couple of Kooks...A COUPLE?



It's all gone a bit crazy the last couple of weeks. Of course Sandi Thorn is far and away the most frequent search on Peril (as I like to call it). And of all the Sandi Thorn searches, only one says "Sandi Thorn crap". But the woodwork has squeaked and out have come the freaks...


Is there any true Psychic in Lubbock Texas?
Are you there, Buddy? Or are you an imposter?

Cold nipple blogs.
Oh come on. It's July.

How much is that doggy in the window chords.
Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof.

"I'm walking in the air" - Celtic women.
The Corrs Christmas Album, maybe?

"I itch, I itch"
Have you tried Geoff's Cream?

acapella Emmerdale.
Are the rest of the Flying Pickets joining the cast?

Fat anal blogs.
Oldest woman f*cking.
Big arseholes.

Three for the price of one.

Don't badger me.
I'm not. I'm not anywhere near you.

My grandad.
Not me. I can promise you that.

Wot can I put on my barbeque.
Wot about your hand?

Michael Owen interview bollocks.
Agreed.

Roy Cropper football.
Eh?

BBC ice cream.
Is delicious, according to David Dimbleby.

Hot dream girl blog.
That's me.

"SUBSERVIENT HUSBAND"
OK, maybe for today. It is Betty's birthday after all. Just call us George and Mildred.


p.s. I posted the picture by mistake but it seems to fit in nicely. One of those happy accidents.

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