Showing posts with label K-9. Show all posts
Showing posts with label K-9. Show all posts

30 September 2016

Publicity Shots From Hell No.98

Further to the recent revelation of a canine addition to the staff of the Security Kitchen, I can now confirm that puppies really do chew (or attempt to chew) pretty much anything they can find.

Toes are currently the main source of fascination (mine in particular), and used tissues are good to render into minute shreds


 
Whilst mobile computers with offensive capabilities may appear on the surface to be a much less excitable prospect, I'll bet that given half a chance even they would race around the garden, with a plastic bag filled with their own faeces clamped firmly between their teeth...    

17 April 2016

Publicity Shots From Hell No.89

Back from the vicinity of Sarn, and returning to the usual mire of work piling up and things breaking up or breaking down.

Attempting to marshal my thoughts on the latest Network sale whilst twiddling my thumbs abroad besides a swimming pool probably smacks of First World Problems, much like the accompanying teenagers' bad moods and long faces when having to endure high-end restaurants that had no wi-fi.
 
Anyway, as a way of easing myself back into things as incongruously as possible, here's one I found in an old folder marked "oh_the_hilarity"...
 
 
I almost spent 20 minutes composing four paragraphs painstakingly and laboriously pointing out the many levels of meaning and humour this photo contains, but I gave up and instead watched the video clip of Stewart Lee doing the same with a postcard of a dog and some kittens sat at a piano.
 
I advise you to do the same here.
 
I can't pretend for a minute that anything I ever do is actually original...

31 March 2016

Publicity Shots From Hell No.88 (Jimmy Savile Special v2.0)

One of the many emotions that arise from the whole Jimmy Savile debacle was that of innocence betrayed. Not only the innocence of the direct victims, but also our own more indirect innocence.
 
Whether this is a guilt thing, I'm not sure. Do we feel guilty because of our unassuming complicity in the innocent enjoyment of a pop culture and light entertainment personality?
 
Many, many questions, too broad and too deep for this particular forum. But whatever the conflicting emotions, the legacy of the damage and the associations remain.
 
Then sometimes you just see something that knocks you sideways...


Noooooooooooo!

Not K-9!