What the bloody hell is this wacky site all about and who's the lunatic responsible? That's what you want to know isn't it? I used to be very open with my life and family here in these pages but a few sickos ruined it for everybody. So now I'm not being as candid nor am I showing many pictures of my family. You could always try leaving me a message if you want to know my size in socks or what cameras I use.
The Raspberry-Blower
Papa at 2
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my life as a frog
Sunday morning, Paris. We've just been down to Parc Citroën - a new park on the site of the old Citroën factory on the river ten minutes walk from where we live. I got "her indoors" to take a few piccies of Charlie and his dickhead Father. Nice morning until some little schizo guy thought I was taking photos of him and rambled on about "the secret service...and it was important to him...and why are you taking my photograph" and other crazy shit. I was ready to punch him into the duckpond but Cécile spoke to him gently and he ended up apologising and going away. These other photos are of the Metro stop - "Javel" with the leaning tower of Pisa in the background. Again, about ten minutes from where we are. You can see a glimpse of la Seine on the left of the shot.
This is the bedroom where I have my computer. 
bedroom/office And the lounge room. 
lounge room with one of my paintings hanging on the wall and an extremely ugly orange plastic stool that I use for getting into the cupboards and wish I'd moved out of frame. To the kitchen I built with oak ("chene") floor and benchtop - everything tight like a galley on a boat. 
oak floor & benchtop. We've just sold this little flat. I shall miss it. But I shan't miss not having enough room to swing a cat. 
bedroomMore of my paintings in the bedroom
the raspberry blower
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The Raspberry Blower's Ablutions
Here you go girls. An improvement on yesterday's "screensaver". I must apologise. The site was hijacked by Ruskie hackers and they managed to post that disgusting turd picture while I was offline. Imagine how shocked and horrified I was to see it when I got up this morning. At first I thought that American cracker was to blame. Then I realised there were other zombies at work. Never mind. It's gone now. But there's still a bad smell hanging around. 
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Charlie boy
"Sell BHP"The Honourable Charles Alexander Lambe on the phone to his broker.
With G. Grandmere
Trying to make sense of Life and shit...
"For the past few months, my friend Leon has suspected that his wife was having an affair. Rather than confront her openly, he chose to take some covert actions, most of them costly and foolhardy. He planted a pair of wireless audio transmitters in the roof of her car. He bought a scanner radio to eavesdrop on her cordless phone conversations. He obtained duplicate copies of her cell phone bills and called each number listed to see who answered. He examined her credit card receipts looking for gift purchases and anything out of the ordinary. Occasionally, he would show up at her job unannounced, under dubious pretenses, hoping to catch her in the arms of a coworker. And of course, he followed and photographed her from a distance whenever she went out alone....." - some beautiful writing by my mate at sensorium.journalspace.com