Photo Phursday 1: The things that matter
My brother: I am a brave explorer, Captain Audley-Browning - based loosely on the real-life profiles of other great explorers I have read widely on the subject of - and I have both discovered and conquered this land on which we proudly stand. Having conquered it, I shall be its fearless but magnanimous leader, and also probably dig a hole to Australia by teatime.
My sister: Look! I have been assiduously collecting all morning, and I have found a whole bucketworth of shells! Think of the things I could do! This afternoon I will take them home and we will wash them under the hose tap in the garden and then, oooh - a creative project of some kind! I could stick them together and make shell people, or make a picture, or a mosaic, or a castle, or a…
Me: fuk off i got biskit.
Further to my post the other day, I wanted to stick this up in the first of what I’m thinking might be a series of Phursday Photos. I’ve told all my stories. Now it’s time for the pictures.
It’s a fabulous picture of me and my very lovely siblings on the beach at Port Erin, Isle of man, - where we spent most of our childhood holidays - which my lovely seeeester scanned and sent me last time she was at our mother’s house. I don’t remember ever seeing it before (though to be fair I don’t remember much), but now it is one of my favourites.
Ever.
I have never been much interested in having my picture taken.
Alternative captions welcome.
You looked like you were eyeing up the photographer as a likely snack once that biscuit was gone!
Comment by birchsprite — 1 February, 2007 1:21 pm
I’d attempt a caption, but it might take the rest of the day to stop giggling. That’s priceless, that is.
Comment by mike — 1 February, 2007 2:04 pm
LOLOLOL you can’t beat that for a caption!! Love it!
Comment by sooz — 1 February, 2007 2:35 pm
Captain Audley-Browning, the shell seeker and the biscuit eater: still blissfully unaware of the mountain creeping towards them through the mist.
Comment by Damian — 1 February, 2007 2:45 pm
If you holidayed on the Isle of Man, can you speak menu Manx?
Comment by Damian — 1 February, 2007 2:46 pm
Daminan, no. I speak no Manx, my nana and grad retired there late in life and we spent an incredible amount of time there, that I remember, but no, I don’t even remember anyone speaking Manx around us. Is Menu Manx a thing, sorry?
Comment by anna — 1 February, 2007 2:53 pm
Why has no-one mentioned the obvious explosion/industrial accident that has clearly taken place in the background?
Parents were clearly much more blasé about potential terrorism in the 70’s
Comment by Mr Angry — 1 February, 2007 2:57 pm
*Sigh*. Mr Angry, welcome back from your holiday. If you would like to lend us your super dooper magic Scanner that you have invented and aren’t letting anynoe else use, please let us know, we will be pleased to take borrowship of it.
Comment by anna — 1 February, 2007 3:07 pm
In the latest episode of Lord Of The Flies, it’s ‘never mind the conch’ because the boy has his eye on the biscuit, and he’s going to enlist his partner in crime to stick a bucket over her head while they grab the tasty morsel and make a run for it. IT’S BEHIND YOU! Or something.
Comment by An Unreliable Witness — 1 February, 2007 4:40 pm
Are you claiming that the cloud of smoke was added by the scanner and isn’t in the original photo?
If so, it should get a job in the movies, as that is a special effect to be proud of.
Comment by Mr Angry — 1 February, 2007 4:45 pm
heee heee heeeeeeeeeee you are a genius.
Comment by shauna — 1 February, 2007 5:15 pm
Why an alternative caption - I still haven’t stopped laughing at yours!
Comment by H — 1 February, 2007 5:55 pm
OK. I know I don’t pay that much attention a lot of the time, and I’m truly appalled to ask this but…
Who’s the bloke in the photo?!! Where did he spring from??
Comment by Gordon — 1 February, 2007 6:35 pm
Just ’cause we don’t talk about’em Gordy, dunt mean they aren’t there.
It’s sad though, of course, such a let-down.
We don’t talk about my brother, you see, he <whispers> doesn’t have a blog </whispers>
Comment by anna — 1 February, 2007 6:39 pm
What is your brother wearing? It looks like several layers of progressively shorter clothing? And why do you all look like you’re in the 1950s when it must have been the early 1980s?
Comment by Andria — 1 February, 2007 9:59 pm
*thump*
Ouch. Just fell off chair.
I’m sorry, I distinctly heard you say that your brother doesn’t have.. doesn’t have a … no I just can’t say it!
Say it ain’t so!!
Comment by Gordon — 1 February, 2007 11:30 pm
Damn, that’s funny.
Comment by asta — 2 February, 2007 1:46 am
You are so damned cute. Are you still a foodie/person who eats anything even if covered in sand or have you matured a lot since then?
Comment by emma — 2 February, 2007 3:32 am
the most obvious and cliched caption would be something about ‘taking the biscuit’ - which is probably why i thought of it.
The biscuit reminded me that when my children were very small and in line with family tradition they were fed on farleys rusk, at first mushed down with milk and then given whole to suck on till it turned into mush. On occasion I would eat one myself. (Doggy chocolates, anyone?) Also when they used to bring home party bags, I would nick sweets out of them (my reasoning being that they had already stuffed their faces at the party and I was saving their teeth).I know this is very wrong but I am alas a product of my childhood. Speaking of which, you want to see a photo…
Oh go on then. The general mood toward the stranger-girl in the synthetic fibre pink cardigan in this photo and which my brother was still expressing as the lens shutter did its thing is still the cause of much hilarity, today. http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q164/anj_ba_hons/photo.jpg
Comment by Anj — 2 February, 2007 6:25 am
That is cute and lovely and funny in equal measures.
Comment by quick — 2 February, 2007 7:44 am
lolol it’s hilarious even on a second look!
Comment by sooz — 2 February, 2007 10:51 am
That is extremely cute. And for me, an Antipodean, so very British! The dirt-coloured sand, the murky-coloured sea… brilliant.
Comment by shoopska — 2 February, 2007 12:13 pm
Emma - I’m very much still a foodie person who will eat anything, anywhere, anytime, as long as it’s good. I’m passionate about food. I’m boring about food. I’m currently tempted to rent a very expensive house I found on the internet just because is has a range cooker and I Want That.
Anj, that’s Fabulous. I think we should ALL have Photo Phursdays.
And thank you all, you are lovely. I am hungover.
Comment by anna — 2 February, 2007 12:27 pm
I don’t know if menu-Manx exists - I’m just extrapolating from all those people who speak menu-French, menu-Spanish, menu-Greek (or like me who speak menu-foreign - a disturbing creole of seven or eight French and Italian words pronounced with a Spanish accent).
If menu-Manx exists, I thought you would be the kind of person to surprise us by being able to speak it.
Comment by Damian — 2 February, 2007 4:05 pm
So this is where the obsession with bisects began.
Comment by Invader_Stu — 2 February, 2007 4:14 pm
C’mon people, get real and smell the coffee.
The sun would have been directly overhead at that point - yet the shadows run to the right for two of the figures. The sky seems to have been morphed from two photos, and, even in the non-existent wind, there seems to be movement on your brother’s hair. There are certainly more than three sets of footprints there. And finally, if you were all out of the lander, who took the photograph?
Comment by JonnyB — 2 February, 2007 5:49 pm
I dig that tabard your sister’s wearing! Groovy.
We have many similar photos from the happy holidays we spent every year in Bognor Regis. Oh yes, we were classy.
Comment by anxious — 2 February, 2007 6:54 pm
The picture looks so very British as someone above has said. My family has several similar pictures of our British holiday altho’ it’s cousins not siblings who join me in the pictures - my parents only supplied me with one and she came along after we’d stopped going to the seaside for our holidays.
Keep up the Photo Phursdays! They are fun!
Comment by Myra — 2 February, 2007 9:00 pm
I nearly fell of my chair laughing when I read your photo description! And also had some flashbacks to growing up practically on the beach . . . sand in my sandwiches, sand in my hair, sand in my eyes, sand in my pants etc. :-)
I hope your ankle is feeling better too!
Comment by Amanda — 2 February, 2007 9:20 pm
Love it.
Comment by Hennie — 2 February, 2007 11:56 pm
Q: What do you call a man who doesn’t have a dog? A: Douglas
So by analogy, your big bro must be Blouglas Pickard.
I doubt you could improve on the original caption though, unless you wished to re-emphasise the crucial nature of the biscuit in human affairs. Though “fuk off I got biskit” summarises much of what passes for politics these days. Or should that be “fuk off I got peerage”?
Comment by Rob — 5 February, 2007 4:53 pm
ahem, has that man in the background got any pants on?
Comment by belle — 6 February, 2007 9:39 pm