I have to say, on our hypothetical list of potential deviant light entertainment personalities drawn up in the pub over a few wines the other weekend (https://doadhw.wordpress.com/2012/10/30/now-then-enough-is-enough/)
I’ll be honest… Rigsby didn’t leap to mind!
This brings an entirely different meaning to the phrase ‘Rising Damp’.
Glad bonfire night is over with. It seemed to drag on a bit this year.
Bman tried to relive those halcyon days of backyard firework displays; where your dad made you stand on the step in sub-zero temperatures while he ran back and forth to the shed with a lighter and a torch while you watched a Catherine wheel spin on the fence for all of 10 seconds. I spent many a bonfire night in my youth, wowling into my toffee apple with fear.
Between Bman and ‘Thing2’ we did did a fine job of re-creating exactly those days.
Good family times. 🙂
When that was all over I was just admiring how Pepper seemed completely unfazed by the whole thing as she sat with me as I played Scrabble on the PC.
I took these pics seconds before a huge rocket went off outside the window and she shot into my lap. As I comforted her, another one went off and she lost control, farted – and squirted shit up my arm!
Suddenly, not that cute after all!