Still with no newspaper in sight, Andrew tucks into a light snack today on his way home from Wilmslow swimming pool, having inadvertently left the rest of his meal in his locker....
....or does anyone have a better caption?
Sue and Martin in Mallorca 2019
On the Archduke's Path in Mallorca
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Andrew tried but no tune was forthcoming.
Nice one, George - that would tie in with this star's efforts to leave Liverpool Airport's car park using a Nice to Limone train ticket!
Having survived eight attempts on his life, Andrew finally bit into the strychnine capsule Martin had tucked into the chicken sandwich...
Andrew suddenly realised that he'd accidentally revealed his secret key to the back door of the Crusty Bun bakery
In a frantic attempt to reduce the weight of his back-pack, Andrew decides to eat his ciabattas - starting with the left foot.
Andrew discovered he'd got cheese and pickle yet again,and for the fourth time this week.
He was determined to complain.
Then he remembered that he put up his own sandwhiches.
(How many goes at this can I have?)
As many as you like, Mike, anyone...
PS Did you notice the attire of the chappie in the bottom right of the previous post?
I did notice, Martin. I didn't like to mention it,though as I'm often very polite.
Sorry - whilst Mr Sloman is engaged in the sophistication of Kind Hearts and Coronets, my mind has strayed to 'Blow Up' - and I've discovered that the 'chappie' is actually a chapess. (I'm reluctant to incriminate myself by making any further comment, but could there be a murder scene here?!)
That lad has a fine chest. Fine figure of a man.
Hi Alan and Mike (and anyone else),
Andrew (aka "Notchy" [don't ask!]) here - time to fight back, me thinks.
The look of fear and apprehension as I bite into my sandwich is caused by the advice I received from my dentist that a dodgy crown/bridge combination may not last out the year. So a suitable caption would be "Andrew's recurring nightmare that all his teeth have fallen out, is about to become a reality!" The wrist key is part of my role as custodian of the "Bag of Dirty Washing". It is my job to open it in Customs if requested and take the blame. This job brings with it the promise of food on demand, hence the constant jibes about my meals, that particular sandwich being a particulary fine example of Richards's skills. The Bag of Dirty Washing, of course, didn't include anything from The Bionic Mountain Man as he was still wearing all his dirty washing.
A bit of background on the shot - despite the implication that it was taken in deepest green Cheshire, it was taken only a matter of metres from the beach shot in the preceding post. A shot of five oddly dressed English persons wandering amidst all that naked flesh would have been a worthy caption comp.
Alan, I was touched by your concern over my safety. Perhaps I should come and walk with you instead! I don't want you left with the impression that I am a greyhound on the hills. I am never to be seen, not because I walk too quickly, but because I walk too slowly! My role in the group (not as you might think as court jester - that is the role ably performed by Richard), as the grand-daddy of the party, is as a counter-balance to The Bionic Mountain Man, so that others don't feel indimidated by His presence. They can relax in the knowledge that they can easily haul back any of my lone breakaways or have to wait for me to catch up.
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