Friday, 2 February 2007
First slice of historical documentation
Okaaaaay, we've hit a slight technical bump here (since corrected 14/02/07). Turns out my relationship with computer technology is about as tenuous as Scotland's entry into the next World Cup. I hoped I could get a colour version of these pictures posted onto the blog, but it's taken longer than I thought to decipher the myriad settings on the office scanner. 'Fraid you'll have to make do with some atmospheric black and whites in the meantime.
And so no prizes for guessing the identity of this devil-may-care character. VD, mate, you should be damned lucky I don't have PhotoShop software at my disposal here, coz I could have a lot of fun with this portrait. And one can only wonder what the fuck he's doing wearing a tie; I think he may have been undergoing a Road Warrior mentoring programme at the time. This guy also has an invite to co-author, but so far he hasn't risen to the bait.
Which leads me on to our next exhibit here (below) in which our man is accompanied by a woman well-known to both he and this blogger for being totally fucking barking mad, as in certifiably howling-at-the-full-moon-carpetchewing-padded-cell-fly-catching-face-twitching-urine-collecting type of mad. Very pretty, granted, but a sandwich short of a full hamper basket, a kangaroo lost in the top paddock, a few tiles missing from her spaceshuttle, a semi-tone flat on the high notes, one hot pepper short of an enchilada, and any other synonym or cliche you can think of. In which case, you should watch out Johnny Rotten, as the last I heard she was stalking the grounds of Barrandov as a production accountant or something along those lines. Click on the images if they're too small - can't work out how to turn them into jpegs rather than bmps.