Member Photos

[LastPoet]

Well done Stimbo. Glad you gathered the courage to post that ;d

[Cyberman]

Thank you. It did take some courage I think. Not to mention my blond moment - trying to work out why posting using [url] tags by mistake made the pictures come out as urls instead of images...

[popeyespappy]

Not the best picture I know, but it tugs at my heart strings. We lost mom's oldest sister on Saturday. This is her old bloodhound Maggie watching them bury her.

[thesummerqueen]

awwww.....

[LastPoet]

Take notice, when I die I want a room full of wine and beer for the living to enjoy. The body? Just ditch it somehere deep and fill it with dirt so it doesn't stink.

[FKHansen]

Pic of me and my loony dog.

[Cyberman]

I like your dog's hat.

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[Cyberman]

More from my album.

Here's me and Sam - in church!

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Yes, this is a church, one of a couple just a stone's throw from home, and almost everyone here is family, my sister, cousin and aunts mainly, though there's a couple of friends and neighbours. Before anyone gets too excited, this was part of the Esther Project, in which this church organisation (United Church of God or somesuch) collected food, usually frozen, from local supermarkets - Marks and Spencer, typically - which was nearing its display date and would thus have been thrown out. This food was then distributed among the low paid families of the area. When it began, we'd queue up outside to be let in a few at a time. Then when the weather got colder, we were allowed to sit inside instead. Gradually they worked up to playing Gospel music and showing 'inspirational' videos using a PC projector (one of them was that bloody Left Behind, would you believe!). There's a story behind what happened on their first anniversary, but I'll save that for another time. I'll just say that it was my idea and it made me feel just like that classic Homer Simpson line: "Great, I'll go shoot myself for bringing this up!"

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After that bombshell, something more down to earth:



No, that's not a Photoshop job. Also note my Dad at lower right. Please don't ask what he's doing, for I have no idea.

Speaking of Dads...



Yes, that is a proto-Stimbo on holiday presumably Summer 1970. Note the proud father. If only he'd known...


Here we are on a later holiday, catching crabs off the pier (it was that sort of place):




Me and my little sister Tracy. I have no idea where we are. For all I know, we're still there:



(I actually still have that shirt somewhere. I bet I can still fit into it.)


Here we are with my Mum:



Poor resolution due to image scanning, but note the kewl shades and the shirt open to the waist. Just screams "lounge lizard", doesn't it?

Also note the little sister picking nose.

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Now here's one for you. Yes, me again, in my 'unbelievable hair' phase. But what's going on here?



I promise you that this is no Photoshop job, nor any other CGI or post-production thing. This is exactly what the camera saw. One woman of my Dad's acquaintance swears blind it's a photo of my soul. (Hint: it's not.)

[Rayaan]

Great photos, Stimbo. Thanks for sharing. Now we can put a face to your name.

So then the person in your avatar is not you, right?

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I think that Tard the Grumpy Cat showing the middle finger is kinda redundant.

[Cyberman]

Thanks, Rayaan. It's kinda fun sharing these things with you all.

My avatar is more like a reflection of my take on the creepiness of religious hucksters; mainly I chose it for the nightmare fuel factor, though there is sort of a passing resemblance to me. Of course there'd be more of a resemblance if I was Fred Phelps, but I'm sure we're all thankful that I'm not.