Stars On Pushbikes No.5 [Star Wars Day Special]

Running behind for many (rather dull and irksome) reasons, so April will get finished... sometime. (The pages are reserved, so it'll happen eventually. Lashings of KKK, all being well).

 

But for now, to commemorate the annual trauma of being woken up to the sound of Chris Evans blithering about Star Wars, here's another thing about bicycles.

 

So it's not exactly a pushbike that the late Kenny Baker is riding here, but as a rare document of the distant days when Kenny and Anthony Daniels could bear to be in each other's company, it's surely worth bending the rules a little...

Publicity Shots From Hell No.104

Here's one I was saving until I found something suitably sarcastic to say. Something along the lines of it being the best place to look for Star Wars scripts, probably. (Well, the dialogue, at least).

 

But I guess that I'd best keep my mouth shut now, as being dead must be much worse than sitting in a dustbin...

No Sir, There's Nothing Strange About Cosplay No.9

I've been sat for the last few minutes trying to think of a suitable sarcastic caption for this one, and finding that I'm spoiled for choice on so many levels.

And then I remembered browsing the racks (no pun intended) of Forbidden Planet one day, and contemplating the naughty bedroom fun that could be had with the latest arrivals of yer modern day merchandise.
 

Yes, kinky sex just keeps getting kinkier...

Publicity Shots from Hell No.78

With Ms Monoid's mother recently passing away, and myself having to work a handful of 15 to 18 hour shifts which will enable me to take a few days off to travel southwards to attend the funeral, things have understandably been a bit hectic lately.

 

But whenever I'm having a particularly bad day, I always console myself that Dave Prowse hasn't made any unexpected genealogical revelations that necessitate the employment of cardboard boxes and old mattresses for health and safety reasons.

 

That would really mess up your day...

Publicity Shots from Hell No.65

Right.

 

Due to the annual ritual of moving the furniture around to accommodate a Beaus in the sitting room, I have been (and will continue to be) temporarily seated next to Ms Monoid for the duration of the festive season.

 

As probably explained previously, this has the unwanted effect of increased visibility of my laptop activities. And seeing as how I dislike having a continuous disapproving running commentary regarding what I'm doing, I choose to go on temporary hiatus for the duration. 

 

So, here's a brief reminder of what I should have been doing around these parts lately, and an apology that I haven't been doing enough of it...

 

No Sir, There's Nothing Strange About Cosplay No.3

I've admired this picture for some months, since I initially discovered it while looking for cosplay themed pornography one night.

 

Not that I spend all that much time intoxicated and trawling the depths of the Internet for unusual pornographic images of people dressed as fantasy characters, of course.

 

No, being in a steady relationship for almost ten years doesn't make you want to do that at all.

 

No, of course not...

No Sir, There's Nothing Strange About Cosplay No.1

I might as well be honest about this from the start.

 

If you don't cherish extremely mild pornographic pictures of people dressed up as fantasy characters, or pictures of extremely fat people dressed up as fantasy characters, then this thread probably won't do much for you.

 

But a Leia versus Uhura bitch fight? Come on, people. What's not to enjoy?