Obo Scribe latest

I have recently been interviewed by a magazine and I thought I would share the front cover with you, so you can find it easily at WH Smiths.
I believe it may be on an upper shelf.

Words fail me...

Is this wrong?
You would look smug, too, if you had my figure.

Remember that bit where I said 'it's only money?'
Well, that's as maybe, but crikey, it's now their money, and not mine.
I'm going for a lie down.

And so it came to be, that I was dragged kicking in the way only a one-legged man can do, and screaming like a big girl's blouse, to the kitchen design shop.
Oh, what fun we had. After all, it's only money.
Then came home to an answerphone message telling me the Tiger is ready to come home from its' major service at Orrell. I have yet to gird my loins enough to ring up and find out how much I owe them.
You'll probably hear the screams from your house.

Scribe.

It was there, I read it, and now its gone. Hey ho.
Is that a piddle of oil under yon Steve-O?

Scribe.

As mere Scribe, I cannot rule on the matter of your role change, my dear Cultural Attache for the Deep South, but will put it to the Obotomites at the next Currytee meeting in the Clubhouse, at a date to be arranged. Their pontifications on this matter will me minuted here accordingly.
Yours

Scribe.

Dear Obo Scribe,

You will be aware that the Oboto Embassy for the Deep South was forced to relocate due to a series of diplomatic incidents and is now re-established in a remote area close to the Derbyshire/South Yorkshire border to keep me out of harms way.

Whilst relations continue with the Southern Regions, the scope of Oboto's area of influence has increased considerably from one County to three.

To reflect this and provide for continued diplomatic expansion and promotion of the Oboto Way, I recommend that the post of Cultural Attache for the Deep South be renamed as Cultural Attache for Sub Northern Oboto Territories (SNOT).

Your Obedient Servant

Mozz

The boys in blue...

A few weeks ago I was unfortunate enough to have my left ankle driven over by a car, whilst I was stopped in front of it, in a traffic queue. The subsequent fracture needed surgery and four days in hospital, thereby elevating the collision to 'Serious' status. Traffic Plod was coming round to take a statement. They wanted to know how a motorcyclist could break a leg, whilst static, and also without dropping the bike. Rumour has it, that I am now a member of yet another very exclusive club - the 'Broke a Leg but didn't Drop the Bike Club'.
As if being a member of The Oboto Sobatmas was not glory enough!

As you can see, your erstwhile scribe has not had a busy day. All this, ALL THIS, is the result of one day, waiting for the Police to call round. I plan on uploading (notice the easy way techno-speak just flows off my keyboard?) the Oboto photograph albums onto here, once I have worked out how to do it.
I suggest no-one holds their breath waiting...

Aha, soo that's how it's done.

Next, how do I tell others how to view any of this?

So, how do I post photographs?

Bear with me, this may take some time...

I envisage this blog to start slowly, then relax, decelerate, and peter out to a complete halt.
It may come in handy for posting photographs for our illustrious committee members, or perhaps it may not. We shall see.

"So this is where it starts."
"Yep."
"Do you think it will be big, or clever?"
"Nope."
"Bugger."