This will hurt me...

Ich bin sehr kalt.

There's no 'I' in 'Team'. There is a 'Me'. Yes. And 'Tea' Okay. 'Eat'. You're missing my point... 'Meat'. Okay okay. 'Tame', 'Meta', 'Ate'... MATE! 'Mate', that too.

Old boilers. Shag Bay, January 2013. Sunday Stealing: The Basically Obscure Meme-Part 2 21: Would you swear in front of your parents? Habitually. 22: Which continents have you been on? Australia, Asia (briefly) and Europe. 23: Do you get motion sickness? Any horror stories? I was seasick once. It was 1988. Very rough weather. 24: Why did you name your blog whatever you named your blog? Because it is true. 25: Would you wear a rainbow jacket? A neon yellow sweater? Checked pants? None of the above. 26: What was your favourite cartoon growing up? Post a picture if you can. 27: In a past life I must have been a... Radical firebrand. Probably martyred. 28: If you had to look at one city skyline for the rest of your life, which would it be? That's too hard. I'd always like the option to switch. If forced, it wouldn't likely be a city. 29: Longest plane ride you've ever been on? Hobart to Sydney to Bangkok to London. About 24 hours all up. I ca...

Three sharks? Four sharks? SEVEN sharks?!?!

"Blue Steel" or "Magnum"?

Male model material?

[Insert twenty-six year old Malcolm Fraser joke here.]

Nothing much to see here, just two hunks relaxing in the (not very-) Thermal Pool down by Hastings Caves...

Dare I suggest a hint of Robert Redford circa Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid ?

Here is one of those rare occasions where I rear my head in front of the camera and make an appearance. Ezra, Henry and I are battling against the elements on Sunday (Father’s Day) down at Seven Mile Beach while Jen tries to take a snap without getting rain on the lens. We nearly managed it.

After you’ve had a chance to see his etchings , Ezra will show you where he keeps his sand .

There is more than a touch of mop top about cranky Hanky here. I think that this photograph recalls a colourised version of A Hard Day’s Night – minus the collarless suit, of course. The question is, however, which of the loveable Liverpudlians is Henry?

Long strolls on the beach, the dulcet tones of Marvin Gaye, the unabridged works of Camus. These are the things that he loves. Ezra is a relaxed and handsome Cancer who has a stunning collection of etchings just itching for your gaze to be thrust upon them… Just phone 555-555-LOVE .

One thing that great explorers need to develop is a disdainful sneer . Whether faced by a rabid flock of penguins or FM Radio traffic announcers, a good media performer needs an effective pose to inform the world of their innate superiority . This is what Henry is working on here. I am told that he resembles his father here. I do disdain very well. Disdain and disgust.

Jen doesn't have the confidence to drive when it is raining heavily. Thus, she hands over the reins to a true professional. Seriously, he's like Steve McQueen in Bullit ...

Two for the price of one, and yet again I cannot decide between black and white and colour. YOU decide!

We're still at the communal showers phase here. The key concern at the moment doesn't concern hair washing or tooth brushing, it involves the dangers inherent in dancing on wet and slippery floors. Seriously, we're going to have a spill one of these evenings.

Look at those eyelashes, they'd put a Hollywood starlet to shame, and it's all natural, baby!

I couldn't decide between these two, so I thought that I'd give up and post both. Here's a hunky Ez in Burnie looking like something straight out of a Calvin Klein advertisement from Spin Magazine in 1995.

"You want me to do what? FORGETABOUTIT! Here Ezra does his best Tony Soprano impression...