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Monday, August 14, 2006

Meow Mix

"Come on," I said, grabbing Mike's hand. "I need photos for my blog."

"This is ridiculous," he said. "You are so vain."

"No, all the cool bloggers have good photos of themselves."

Mike's house is perched right on the edge of suburbia. If you look out of the windows on the right of his house, you see other houses, children on bikes and a Tesco Express. If you look out to the left you see fields and dog wakers and wilderness.

The smell reminds me of holidays in France. We didn't have a lot of money so we used to go camping. Every morning I would poke my head up out of the bottom of my tent and smell the morning air. It smelt so crisp, of soil and sea, and fresh rain and suntan lotion.

Therefore, Mike's is, of course, the perfect location to take vain-blogger pictures of myself.

If only I weren't so shy.

"Stand and just look at the camera first," Mike said. We got this:





To combat the shyness we tried my back to the camera. Of course, Mike caught me adjusting my pants. Classy:



Sexy looking-down wasn't so successful either. I look bald and like my mother:



After resorting to doing ballet and some odd jungle all-fours walk, I said to Mike I felt like I should be wearing a leopard skin bikini with a rose between my teeth.

"Anything else?" he said.




And then the hair revolted:



The only way we achieved the picture on the left?

"Gill," Mike said. "Look over there."

And then he let loose.

"Meow meow meow meow," he sang. And I turned to smile at him. Perfect. Ish.

by billygean.co.uk at 6:53 AM |