Don't Let My Glad Expression

Give You The Wrong Impression*


Monday night is Cake Decorating night. No, I'm not sure why now either, okay. It seemed like a great idea at the time.

I hadn't intended to put this forward but the need to keep the entries going got the better of me. The fluoro light and the foil board didn't make things easier for me but here you are.

Last night was 'modelling' practice in advance of knocking up our Christmas cakes. No, we didn't get to ogle a naked Santa, we had to use a template to try and make a model, either a fairy or a clown. I dont know why I thought I'd be good at this, it requires a deft touch, a creative eye and a lack of banana fingers. Seeing as my nickname could well be 'Three Thumbs McGinty', this does not bode well for the Xmas cake.

It didn't help that I didn't have rolling pin with me and so the icing I was working with was the depth of garden turf. Oh well, excuses excuses. Chucky here looked like Fred West crossed with Timmy Mallet, never a good look. So, I caved his bonce in.




Tears of A Clown, Smokey R & The Miracles, 1967