Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Family Portrait


This whole snow thing is getting a bit ridic.

Instead of working, just take one plastic red nose, one wig purchased as part of a Lionel Richie costume [don't ask] and some carrots.

Et voilĂ .

My family of Schneemänner.




7 comments:

EHisCDN said...

AWW, very creative although I'm baffled about the Lionel Richie wig?!?!

My dad said that when he was in England he made snowmen and everyone acted like they had never seen one before and took pictures with it and everything...is that normal?

Val said...

You can't leave us hanging about the Lionel Ritchie costume...do tell!

How are those new year's resolutions coming along?

Nicola said...

You CANNOT give the baby snowman an erection! That's just plain rude!!!

EHisCDN said...

@Nicola

oh my gosh I didn't even notice that!

Jess said...

Hahaha! Would you believe that my mother was responsible for the carrot crotch?!

Yes, you would!

@EHisCDN - snow in England causes the whole country to grind to a halt. Public transport doesn't run, schools are closed - all that jazz. And if snow falls in London? Well, that's a sign of the apocalypse.

Proper snow is such a novelty that you have to make a snowman and take goofy pics of youself with it. It is a legal obligation.

@Val - I type this wearing pyjamas, with a cake in the oven, having just finished a 600-page book. 2010 has been a good year so far :)

Anonymous said...

Never mind this crap, when are you going to vent your spleen about 'within an hours walk' Like when a new transformers film comes out and I'm waiting for the good Doctor's review breath is bated.

Jess said...

@Anonymous/Phil - I could write a 10,000 word thesis on 'within an hours walk' and the fundamental wrongness of that policy. I should have turned up at JC+ on Wednesday just to be facetious - technically it is my nearest local office. Despite it being about 500m away from the actual office.

A guy left the building in front of me carrying ski poles to walk home with - I shit you not. Bit of a dick move on his behalf, but whatev ...

And you clearly just want me to lose my job with all your encouraging me to mention work related things after we got that email about putting things on the t'tinterweb and the EMP and all that fucking shite. Erm, I mean totally relevant, sane and reasonable advice to live our lives by outside the workplace. When we are not working. On our own free time. When we can behave in whatever manner we wish. Theoretically.

I spoke to a Mrs Dicker today. Made my day.

See you tomorrow!