The Mad Red Motherf**ker World Tour.
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I remember having some of those toys as a kid. Castle grey skull!! Wow blast from the past
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Pre-Xmas Sunday Funday in Sailsbury where my parents live.
I took the boys out to a local community farm where they were having a gingerbread man hunt.
Eddie tends not to cooperate. With anything or anyone
There were animals in all shapes and sizes… some traditional to find on a British farm:
Others not so traditional:
There was also a bird that looked like a recently impeached leader of a major nation…
Finding gingerbread men is fun… for kids.
There was time for grown up fun later though.
Although that is a relative concept. MTFBWY!
The jacket turned so many heads there’ll be a queue at the local chiropractor tomorrow…
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@neph93 That picture of the bird is pretty effen funny.
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@neph93 That picture of the bird is pretty effen funny.
I found the fact that it was behind bars quite amusing.
though your remark is an insult to our avian friend. He looks much more intelligent.
Very true
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Thanks @neph93 for creating your own theme!
..You.. look bloody great. That jacket with ..everything….is perfect.
Questions:
How does your ...environment.... feel about your social responsibilty at the moment?
Have you worn it to .....RedMoF**Moments?
Looking forward to your beautiful updates ;-).
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Ok, so that last week was a warm up. My month starts now…
While in the U.K at Center Parcs, I forced more family members to join the Mad Red Club...
My father (who wanted the jacket for himself and even offered to buy us all out):
And my youngest brother:
No party pics for me on NYE as it is easily my least favourite holiday of the year, but I had to start the 2020 WAYWT off right:
I start back at work on Friday and I’m looking forward to wearing The Jacket to school.
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I am looking forward to hearing what a load of teenagers think of their teacher turning up in that jacket!! You are a brave man!!
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Had a couple (godparents to our youngest) who we didn’t spend time with at Xmas over for a relaxed bite to eat yesterday. I made pizza from scratch… my friends are serious carnivores so my flexitarianism came into play. Very 2020...
There is nothing as satisfying as pizza dough rising:
Except perhaps reducing a tomato sauce for over an hour:
Toppings:
Pizza #1: Parma ham, mozzarella two ways, pesto (pine nut kernels and rocket went on later)
Pizza #2: pepperoni and pineapple (half with olives too, we had a fussy eater)
Pizza #3: smoked sausage, sundried tom’s, marinated artichoke hearts, onions and olives (this was mine, if I’m buying meat, I have to have some decent smoked sausage)
Of course I forgot to take pics of the finished product, but here’s some half eaten pizza for you:
My mate Pål the Roofer in the Mad Red. It’s about the same colour as my tomato sauce…
In other news Hot Ingrid is insisting on a white January so it was an alcohol free evening. I have no problem agreeing to this because,
A. Giving your liver and brain a rest from booze now and again is no bad thing…
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Yeah, very cool pics, pizza looks delicious - Happy New Year to you all x x x
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Wow Reuben, going all out on your leg! Field trips, food, beer, family! Great stuff man
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Wow Reuben, going all out on your leg! Field trips, food, beer, family! Great stuff man
Thank you, thank you…
It's like bloody monsoon season here. We've had five days of gale force winds, thunder, lightning and heavy rain so wearing the jacket to work hasn't been on the cards. Tomorrow, I hope.
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It's like bloody monsoon season here. We've had five days of gale force winds, thunder, lightning and heavy rain so wearing the jacket to work hasn't been on the cards. Tomorrow, I hope.
I'm probably not alone in being horrified and saddened by the fires raging in Australia, but climate change is wreaking havoc with this tour too (tongue only gently inserted into the oral cavity behind my cheek
).Traditionally the north Norwegian coast experiences some storms in January. Strong winds from the Atlantic sweeps in, southerly low pressure winds may bring some rain, northerly winds normally signify arctic low pressure and bring cold weather and white outs. But in-between the one or two we normally get, then you can count on light skies and crisp, white snow. Air so cold you can see the moisture crystallising before you, and when you breathe it it burns a little. -5C to -15C is normal.
January 2020 has had only two days with sub zero temps and has at times been up to 6-7C. The northerly winds bring sleet and freezing rain, the southerlies are just rather bloody wet. And it has been wet a lot. Record levels of precipitation, and not a dry day all month. Add to that storm force winds that can blow for days and it is just grim. All of this means that not only is The Jacket not getting much wear, there isn't much going on outside of the house.
Yesterday it cleared up a little for two hours and I went out in the neighbourhood with the little guys for some relief. We saw a sea eagle only 20m over our heads, it circled for five minutes, surrounded by upset crows. The boys were in their rain gear and waded through icy puddles up to their waists, having great fun in the process. Eddie (soon to be 3-years old), threw a large rock at me. It hit me square in the knackers and floored me for three full minutes. We laughed (well Eddie and Alfred did, I sobbed). I also forget to take my fucking phone with me, hence the poetry in lieu of proper artwork.
So a mixture of zeitgeist-y manmade global warming, and my own incompetence, means the middle section of this leg has been a bit of a wash out (excuse the pun). I'm crossing my fingers for a turnaround, otherwise I'll have to resort to shots of me standing mournfully in front of my window, holding the jacket while staring at the bleak, unremitting, grey-black sky, the maelstrom swirling, unseen, yet menacing. On a daily fucking basis
These are from Wednesday, at 3pm…
