The Hidden Mic “Trick”

I know I shouldn’t laugh..but just, holy fuck…this cracked me up and I need the laughs…and the reminder that – nobody’s perfect (esp. me) and that IT’S OKAY to be a fuck up…and as a good friend said to me…that, maybe I’m being too hard on myself.

Hard NOT to be hard on yourself when all you feel you do IS ENDLESSLY fuck up.

Thank you, Jim. Thank you for just…being the perfect accidental comedian 🙂 I adore you!

Happy Kerrsday Thursday, peeps 🙂

The Belted Beauty…

It is very rare for me to stumble upon a photo that had been previously unseen by me…but last night it happened with a couple of pics of The Mister whilst looking about Facebook.

This is the first of the two. The sharer says it’s from 1985…but I definitely disagree with that date. His hair cut is the biggest reveal that date is wrong. Secondly his clothing. Still in loose, tailored trousers and a jacket. Boots and a belt…I would definitely say it’s more 1983. Not that I’m any Jim Kerr photographic expert or anything(!)

But…def, 1983. Anyway…enjoy. It’s lovely! (I need some new content for this blog!)

Hell, No Mel?

It never ends. But, geez, when Sir bites back, I could bloody kiss him! (Well, I don’t need an excuse like this. Lol. Not that I would! IN MY ETERNAL DAMN DREAMS!) He cracks me up when he does this stuff…

Stop…and…Breathe…

Working on something, but got distracted and “weak in the presence of beauty”. Oh, he is just too glorious!

Such a hopeless, hopeless case.

I hope in time I can draw faces well. I’ll be drawing his face over and over and over again. Maybe I could try with this goddamn beautiful profile?

In time…only time…in time!