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Selfish men make the best lovers. They're prepared to invest in the women's pleasures so that they can collect an even bigger dividend for themselves


Here's an old one of the little bloke back when he was a fair bit chubbier and armed with a toothbrush. I reckon that he looks a little like a bond villain in this one. If so, what would be the title of the film?
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Roddy said…
Here's lookin' at you mister Bond!
22 December 2009 at 22:44
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
Nice photograph of Ezra, especially, with "your play" of
sunlight and shadow in the photograph.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
23 December 2009 at 06:52
Sue said…
If he had a canvas in front of him, he would look like he was painting. He is using his 'brush for perspective! And he is a mobile painter...re: the set of wheels he is ensconced in! Classic!
Titles, perhaps...
"Dr. No...No....No...Nooooooo!!!"
"From Geilston Bay With Love"
"Paintfinger"
"The Man with the Golden Brush"
I know...I'm not very good at this!
23 December 2009 at 14:26
BlossomFlowerGirl said…
The name? "Stop. or my dentist will shoot"!

Lovely photo.
Cheers.
Melbourne Daily Photo
23 December 2009 at 16:02
Jackie said…
This is probably a sacreligious comment, but every time I look at this picture I think he's got something of the Tory grandee about him. I think he's about to start defending why getting a duck island on expenses is an absolutely appropriate use of taxpayers' money.
24 December 2009 at 07:31
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, wrong movie.
24 December 2009 at 13:35
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, that was the work of the blinds!
24 December 2009 at 13:35
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, they're not too bad!
24 December 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, he does have a land and gentry about him here! I never knew that we had an aristocratic strain in our blood.
24 December 2009 at 13:37
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