Here’s a photo from Bath. It’s the Jane Austen lady that stands outside the Jane Austen museum (it’s a terrible museum, apparently). Anyway, I like the lady’s face. She can be used as wallpaper!

If you look closely at the photo, you can see that her makeup is “matt emulsion” and that she has a number of chips here and there…

Leisure Town

Nice photoshopping and funny.

A while ago my Grandad mentioned that he was buying Photoshop to edit some photographs. My Grandad is over 80.

Walking through town today with my friend Abi, and we were accosted by three sixth formers conducting research for their pyschology project. We were asked if we were “offended by naked pictures”. That sounded promising, so I said no, we weren’t (speaking for my friend also).

Anyway, they then proceeded to show us pictures of naked women (from the neck down, of course) which all had “something wrong” - for example too flabby a stomach, or funny thighs, etc. We were asked to choose from a list of what we considered needed changing,

1. Arms
2. Breasts
3. Abdomen (tummy)
4. Thighs
5. Something else, which I’ve forgotten

Anyway, it was great fun, if a little very embarrassing. But we did get sweets, which I thought was nice.

We also visited Bath’s Museum of Costume. It’s a lovely place, and we left silly comments. “Trude” comes every week and says that each visit is as magical as the first, while “Brendan” says he thinks “the dresses are prity” and that he likes “lookin at the faysez of the mudels. The hats is gud to.”

Simulated Comic Product

There are too many good comic websites out there. I am wading through all of them, apparently. This issue is particuarly good.

Yup. The three letters have been bestowed.

Went to the pub tonight with a couple of mates and sat outside. There, we encountered two stupid idiots. The first stupid idiot was wearing a T shirt bearing the words, “bum sports”, which I thought this was a little worrying, but the best bit was when he switched off the overhead heater that was providing us all with a little warmth. He switched that off, and then put on this cardigan thing, presumably to keep warm, what with the slight but perceptible drop in temperature.

Anyway, we switched it back on a few minutes later and he kept looking at it as if, by switching it on, we had set it to self-destruct or something. He also turned round and said to my friend, “Could you stop touching me” despite a complete lack of contact.

So that was nice, but he and his friends left so we were left without a stupid idiot for some time.

Not to fear, however, because fate had arranged another group of stupid idiots to entertain us. Our second stupid idiot was particularly wonderful. In a loud and self-satisified voice he began talking about webdesign. He announced that he was very interested in “Creative Style Sheets” and that CSS was the best system, just the best system, in his opinion.

What made me chuckle was the bit when he caught the attention of someone who knew a little more about the process of making webpages. He asked him what he used to make his pages, “Java? XTML?” You know, those two well-known markup languages (One is a programming language, like C++ (which he also claimed to know), and the other is either a language used by telephony equipment or a program to make tables with Excel — though to his credit, both do exist). “HTML? Oh, I see.”

It was great.