Showing posts with label Madeline Smith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madeline Smith. Show all posts

14 March 2017

Stars On Pushbikes No.2

Another dry spell here in the Security Kitchen, as more household appliances sputter and die. Therefore, I decide that this is the perfect opportunity for finally getting around to sorting the 2TB+ accumulation of comic and magazine scans that have been clogging up various hard drives for the last couple of years.
 
Meanwhile, here's some more pushbike fun...
 
 
Tom Baker and Eric Morecambe of course starred together in a short film entitled "The Passionate Pilgrim", which lurks somewhere on a VHS tape in my possession. I can't recall it being particularly good, but it did also star the balls-achingly lovely Madeline Smith, so my attention may have, erm... wandered somewhat.
 
But what's that, you say? Are there any photos of the delightful Madeline on a pushbike?
 
Well, it's funny you should ask...
 

26 August 2014

Together... At Last! No.1

Right. I've been absent from these pages for so long that I'm almost embarrassed to return. And because of my continuing seasonal sabbatical, there's not going to be much to show for it.
 
Usual reasons; pressure of work greater than in previous years (presumably due to company expansion, as my role never seems to improve), seemingly interminable evening and weekend jobs involving paint and sheds, and a gradual spiral descent into alcoholism.
 
(Flippancy and melodrama aside, the latter is a nettle that is in need of grasping sooner rather than later. Things are starting to slip and are getting difficult to control).
 
Anyway.
 
As often happens when I take a break from Security Kitchen duties, I contemplate other stuff to add to the heady mix of rubbish usually found here, and then proceed to do nothing about them.
 
So, don't be expecting any new threads concerning cosplay, Leeds architecture, unlikely celebrity pairings or transvestites, because they'll probably never happen.
 
Oh, and let's not forget to mention Season Twenty-Four, which has been closely scrutinised and duly elevated to a position even higher in the Monoid pantheon than it previously held. (Weak puns about "Dragonfire" coming in from the cold will not be tolerated, so be warned).
 
And speaking of Iceworld, here's an oblique link to commemorate the release this week of "Thick As a Brick - Live In Iceland", with Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson (as he is known these days) menacing the rather lovely Madeline Smith with his one-legged, wild-eyed flute playing.
 
 
There, and no mention of John Shuttleworth and chest freezers. I must be slipping...