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2012-10-22| Spanky saysSince you did not provide a description I’m going to assume that the tall slender silhouette is Russian and therefor has my stamp of approval.
2012-10-22| Antz saysYeah, but where were you for the windsurfing..? You missed a fun afternoon…
2012-10-22| Spike saysMet my wife for a very late lunch. Plus, my 7.5 metre sail is STILL awaiting repair.
2012-10-22| Spike saysCorrect. I was actually hoping for her silhouetted against the setting sun, but the junk sellers intervened.
2012-10-22| The Lightweight sayswas that taken with the GX1, and with which lens?
2012-10-22| Spike saysGX1, 75mm. Bit blown out, but it was straight into the sun. Must buy a polariser.
2012-10-22| Spanky saysI think the extra bodies makes hers stand out so much better!
2012-10-22| Grant saysSpanky! Down boy! Sit! SIT! that’s better…
2012-10-23| Spanky saysAm I the only guy who goes to Pattaya and has no problem with the Russians? They are extremely attractive. Sure you are surrounded by beautiful Thai women but a Russian is equally as beautiful!!!!!
2012-10-23| Grant saysAh, maybe, but they can’t cook Thai food like angels and that, truly, is doing Dog’s work…
2012-10-23| Spanky saysThey can make a mean flavored vodka.
Don’t get me started on Thai food. My Thai friend keeps sending me pictures of the stuff she is cooking for her boyfriend knowing I salivate over it.
2012-10-23| Grant says42 Below. Best flavoured Vodka in the universe. Made in New Zealand. She photographs her dinners? That’s really sad… Spike photographed his Xmas dinner the other year, he was as pissed as a newt, and the focus was anywhere…
2012-10-23| Spike saysNo it bloody wasn’t; it was an artistic composition in the style of Hockney.
2012-10-23| Grant saysYes, yes of course it was. We all know that, really we do. We’re really very, very sorry. We do apologise. Unreservedly. Oh, by the way, have you managed to sell it for a price in the style of Hockney? No? Oh dear! They just don’t understand talent and creativity, do they? Phillistine bastards…