Showing posts with label Donald Trump. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Donald Trump. Show all posts

Monday, 20 January 2025

Trump ..


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Strap yourselves in, folks. It's the first day of criminal Trump's presidency, and he's hit the ground running with a swathe of signed orders, having already left the World Health Organisation and the Paris Climate Agreement. Did this guy not see the news from Los Angeles? I despair ..

Monday, 27 February 2017

Un-Fayre ..










I had a great day yesterday at the Willington Hall Wedding Fayre -  and I still don't know why it's always spelt like that - meeting lots of 'new' brides and hopefully paving the way for bookings well into 2019. It prompted me to design a new page on my website, showing a full day's Wedding Photography at the venue. You can check it out here ..

Our neighbour dropped dead the other day, aged 72. That follows on from the death last year of my friend at just 65. I know life's a bitch but why are other people of that era like .. ooh, say .. Donald Trump .. just allowed to go on and on.
Life's so unfayre sometimes ..

Friday, 20 January 2017

Trump ..


















I knew exactly which of my Archive pictures I was going to show you today. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you .. my take on the forthcoming Trump presidency. We're a mere four hours away from the Human Carrot become the President of the USA and my American friends still don't believe me when I tell them his name in the UK means fart! President Fart! Is he gonna cause a stink? Watch this space ..

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Ronald McDonald ..











Please not Trump, please not Trump! I'm trying to think pleasant thoughts - autumn colours, John Lewis ads - to distract me from the fact that Donald Trump could today become the next President of the USA. It can't be any coincidence that he's named after a fart. Lord help us!..

I have an old cartoon - which I've been desperately trying to find - which shows Ronald Reagan sitting on a sofa in his lounge, clutching the TV remote. "This one's for Channel four .." he says, pointing at the buttons "This is Channel Seven and this .." he says, smiling "launches the nuclear 'missals' over Yoorp!"

Know what I'm saying? ..