Other people’s pictures.

Plucked on a whim for their homes, scattered across the cybersphere.

Lorraine Creagh‘s new lunch spot.

Side benefit to working in Manly. Employment envy begins in five… four… three…

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El Campeador, meanwhile, is still saving for the car.

But he’s already begun interviews for the new chauffeur.

You can hold my beer while I do up my seat belt? Hired!

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Jon Kenna remembers Grwych Castle as it was…

…and prefers to not think about what it is today.

Forgotten. Crumbling away. Shunned by those it once drew in numbers.

That’s not a metaphor for modern Britain. It’s the story of Ben Elton’s career.

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Awesome Ben has his eye on a stylish non-lethal heat weapon.

Is Ben geek enough to disable to ‘non’ element?

“I love the smell of barbecued greenie in the morning,” Ben chuckled with ill-disguised malice.

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On his recent visit to Guam Tim Blair noted with interest the local system for rubbish disposal.

The council doesn’t sent a truck around; you just dump your garbage in the bin, and coconut crabs eat it.

If you can keep the kiddies out of reach they make excellent pets. Honestly, they do!

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Laura Mercorillo‘s last boyfriend disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

As the man from Interpol noted, that makes seventeen in a row.

Let’s take a risk… indeed.

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And on the subject of risk, pesky doorknockers are giving the folks at PhotoBotos a wide berth since they moved to new premises.

Not really practical for my place. On the other hand, I could excavate the front yard and plant punji sticks.

Finally, a very honourable mention to Bob Belvedere at The Camp Of The Saints, who scours the world for pictures of beautiful women.

Only the finest ladies appear in Bob’s Rule 5 pictorials. And while I hesitate to play favourites, Valentina Lodovini did recently strike an appealing note..

Is it those dark soulful eyes? The lustrous ebony hair?

Does she remind me of someone?