The Friday Photo: Pornobert, part deux
Just when you thought it was safe to go back on the sofa… Last night we were watching some dreadful shoot ‘em up film with Clive Owen [insert Homer Simpson drool noise here] called, unsurprisingly, Shoot ‘Em Up (has head on car crash with baddies, shoots out windscreen mid-flight, lands in back of bad guys’ van and kills them all before they turn round, that sort of thing). All of a sudden I’m aware of a bit of posing going on over on the opposite sofa.
Blimey, Bert needs a girlfriend.
The Friday Photo: in which Bert models an Aussie original
So having a leggy blonde model in the house would, you would think, be a bit distracting for Hubby. But this one does have breath-like-dead-people and a nasty habit of sitting up close to you on the sofa whilst spending unfeasibly amounts of time licking his bits. Enough said.
Anyhoo, the gorgeous, wondrous, talented, fabulousness that is Coastal Aussie sent me a pressie. I know! All the way from Austramalalia! The parcel was so gorgeous – all covered in sparkly stars and pretty things – that the postie actually loitered in the doorway until I opened it. And darned jealous he was too.
And so, after a very unseemly bit of ‘handbags’ in which both the children laid claim to my present and tried to wrestle it off me (I won – I’m surprisingly adept at the half nelson) I legged it to my office to try on my prize. And dashed snazzy it is too. I shall be wearing it with pride on future walkies down the boat road, feeling very ‘snowboardy/surfer chick’ kind of thing.
To preserve my anonymity, Bert ‘agreed’ to model the hat and I think you’ll agree, it’s a thing of beauty. The hat, not the dog. Although I suppose he’s not bad either.
Can I just add that our somewhat reluctant model, the beautiful Bert, sulked so dramatically during our photoshoot, that I nearly lost all bladder control. If the photo is a little dodgy it’s because after the fifty seventh attempt to persuade him not to pull the hat off with his paws I was shaking so hard with laughter that I couldn’t keep the camera level. He’s still not talking to me.
Sorry Bert.
