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Sunday, April 20, 2008

Don't ask!

This one's for you, Emma!


EmmaK said...

Oh goodness me, oh gosh, I am feeling all tingly. Inchy those legs!! you should have been a leg model. Excuse me I must now lie down in a darkened room. You have conquered me entiredly inchy
oh inchy

Inchy said...

That's how we roll, baby!

You're walkin' wiv da big dog now!

garfieldrannoch said...

I just want to know, how did you get the chicken to wear the boots?

Anonymous said...

I've seen skinnier.

Inchy said...

Maybe so Kate, but were they on a human?

Steve said...

I'm such a geek. I'm trying to check out your CD collection in the shelves behind you...

Inchy said...

Yes Steve, you are indeed a geek.
The bottom left corner, behind the picture, is mostly filled with Suede stuff, above that is some R.E.M., some Stereophonics, and I do believe I can see Gay Dad in there too.

Sky Clearbrook said...

Is that a Pulp CD I can make out? Possibly the Sorted For E's and Whizz/Mis-shapes single?

Like the Irn Bru bottle in the bucket too. What self-respecting Falkirk resident would be seen without a bottle ay Barrs?

C'mon the Camelon Juniors!!!

Inchy said...

Sky Clearbrook, ladies and gentlemen.
Eyes of a hawk.

It is indeed the 1995 Pulp single 'Sorted For E's And Wizz/Mis-Shapes'

Well spotted.

The Juniors are still going strong, plugging away since 1920.

Roman Empress said...

The Demon keeps a well dysoned carpet. Not a nano of dust to be seen.

Inchy said...

Dysons are SOOOO 5 minutes ago!

What you want is a VAX, and it's usually yours truly in command of it.