Photobombing

We're sharing photos with my Mum of our recent trip over dinner. 

Flipping through familiar landmarks, explaining friends and sharing stories. I always drive these show and tell sessions because there are pictures on the iPad I'd far rather my mother didn't see. 

We're all in that slightly hypnotic state that only 100 unedited photographs can enduce.

Then a naked picture of my arse appears. 

I'm bent over in the sitting room showing off my hole in some brazen moment with R. God knows how it wormed it's way into the middle of the holiday snaps (the little blighter) but the moment is now seared on my memory.

"There's your bottom" trills  my mother.

R not known for his dinner party chat at these meetings suddenly cranks the conversation up a gear. Wine glasses are hastily topped up and we finish without further ado. Nothing further is said but the elephant in the room is rather pert.

Anyone know how to get photos out of Photo Stream into separate folders?

Fringe Benefits

We're in Edinburgh staying with R's Uncle Henry.

We always try and do a night at the Fringe and over deskside lunches in the weeks before our trip the emails (and temptations) fly between R and me.

Male burlesque from Dixey, Mrs Thatcher as a Soho transvestite or a play entitled Sex with Benefits.

Uncle Henry is of a more traditional disposition and Fascinating Aida won as first choice. Who could object to songs about dogging (look it up) and being transgender. Uncle Henry didn't appear to be clapping for this second one but his hearing isn't great.

Dave Callan came next - a visual feast with an Irish Viking comedian taking on a history of dance. We had front row seats and Dave Callan pole danced in Uncle Henry's face.

Edinburgh trip over for another year.. Hoping Uncle Henry will let us choose again next year.