Ellie the Nellie-phant

To broaden the readership of our lovely blog (it has taken on a global audience, with a readership in at least 7 countries across three continents) I've written this entire entry in Jive. Five pounds goes to the best reverse tranlsation back into my feckless pidgin english. 

I dun didn't dink ah' would gots'ta do dis, but I'm not too big t'beg. What it is, Mama! At da damn moment, Lucy be leadin' de poll. Dis be outrageous, we all wants' some fair transparent vote but lets be honest we (i.e. me) wants' Big uh haid Simon t'win o' at da damn very least Nancy, if she real must. Man!

So's fo' de love uh god, vote fo' me o' if ya' kin't stomach dis blatant propaganda vote fo' Nancy. Slap mah fro! Even if ya''ve mosey on down across de page randomly vote fo' Nancy. Slap mah fro!
And now fo' some mo'e lovely pictures. Gotsn't recently met two old farm homeys bod gots decried dat some uh darlin' shots is little risque and gots shocked deir nervous tempuh'. However, we kin all agree dat dere ain't no mo'e fine sight dan dat uh my mama's diary laden bosom and da damn sight uh a fat trufflin' ellie da damn nellie-phant go'gin' herself likes an oozin' cherry pie.

 With the hipping and the hopping the kids today don't know what the Jazz music is all about. This one is dedicated to Nancy no. 1, brave sufferer of Cranhams disease.

This is for me Mum, who I published a picture of from the 1970s. Check out her amazing knitting skills.

They be sick.