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Arr David
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Dark humour. 22 years working in serious crime. Single dad to 3 children. Doctor of Forensic Science. Forensic Video and Photography analysis expert. Some art stuff. 3D modelling stuff. Drone scanning stuff. Stuff.
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I put nothing on here my eldest daughter would be ashamed of me for, if she joined and saw it.

Apart from the bit about the mashed potato sandwich she ate.
I once photographed Brian Glover combing his bald head in a mirror.
Walked past Eddie Izzard on a bridge at the Hampton Court flower show.
Right folks. Feeling rather down at the moment so bringing back an oldie

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December 29, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Kids: The Metric system is easy. 10 millimetres = 1 centimetre. 100 centimetres = 1metre. Super easy.

Grandparents: The Imperial system is easy.
1 Flapjangle = 7.2 Flogboggles.
29 Flogboggles = 3.97 Dinglemarks.
Super easy.
December 29, 2025 at 3:32 PM
For the last 2 days I've been suffering tremendous toothache on the left side of my jaw at the back where there is NO Tooth! Gnawing pain. There was a particularly sore bit so I massaged it for relief. CRACK! Jaw moved sideways a bit & instant relief. I've had a partially dislocated jaw for 2 days!
December 29, 2025 at 12:42 PM
The one Ai certain people don't want you to have.
December 28, 2025 at 8:00 PM
This one is frustrating me a bit. Myrna Loy photographed by Henry Waxman in 1928 before being contracted to a studio. This shot is quite rare and all Internet versions are low resolution. No matter what I do it comes out almost like a painted portrait. I just love the half closed dreamy eyes.
December 28, 2025 at 5:06 PM
Erin: "Why are you eating that leftover steak pie with mushy peas, ketchup and mint sauce?"
I shares some.
Erin: "Oh, jeez, that's delicious! How could all those wrong things taste so nice together?!!"
December 28, 2025 at 3:12 PM
If you like a lot of profit and no chocolate on your biscuit join our Club.
December 27, 2025 at 2:31 PM
I seem to have wandered in to the Beef Wellington making section of Bluesky. I've no idea how I got here. It's all very lovely and that, but how do I get out?
December 27, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Kids have gone to bed. The cat decided it was going to stalk me across the settee then leap upon me as prey. I caught her in mid air, then laid her down & made out to eat her tummy, twice. The third time I laid her on the floor & span her a few times for her to walk drunkenly away. Now three times.
December 27, 2025 at 3:01 AM
The smile and the look she gave me at 18 months, is the same as she gives me now at 10 years.
December 27, 2025 at 2:25 AM
Ahhh, the traditional Christmas sounds in my home of, "Daaaad! Saffron's blocked the toilet again. Ewww!"
December 26, 2025 at 10:10 PM
The cat has eaten a roast parsnip and some lamb that Saffron was too stuffed to finish.
That's all we need. Cat parsnip farts.
December 26, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Stuff is speeding up in the kitchen. Parsnips chopped and ready with a bit of lard, baby carrots ready to go, pigs in blankets on standby, cabbage and cauliflower ready to steam. Lamb comes out in 20 minutes, roasties too. Argh!
December 26, 2025 at 2:54 PM
As we barrel toward New Year's Day, statistics show, and I've personally witnessed, suicides spike 33% on the day and rise in January as people can't face what the new year may bring. Please reach out for help.
December 26, 2025 at 1:20 PM
My Christmas day meal at my brother's went well. No politics. His wife told me he'd been banned from discussing politics. It got as far as Trump in America. Then Fay's father went, "He's lost his marbles, Derek. Complete lunatic. Did you soak that ham? It was a bit salty." Which shut my brother up.
December 26, 2025 at 10:13 AM
People are actually making Lego models of Gameboys that don't operate...
a man in a chef 's uniform wipes his nose with his hand
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December 26, 2025 at 2:52 AM
My leg of lamb begins its journey of marination. Wish it well through the night.
December 26, 2025 at 1:50 AM
The Brussels sprouts farts have begun for all of us.
If I don't respond in the morning, we may have gassed each other or the house has exploded taking out most of the street. They'll blame it on a gas leak.
December 25, 2025 at 11:44 PM
I think professional wrestling was better when it was run by the World Wildlife Fund.
December 25, 2025 at 9:33 PM
I am now a subject of scientific study with Saffron and Gabriel looking at various parts of my head using 1000x magnification with the electronic microscope. It's quite relaxing despite the scientists exclaiming, "EWW!" and making gipping noises. They photograph them and show them to me. "EWW!"
December 25, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Tempted to delete GBNews of my brother's telly.
December 25, 2025 at 3:15 PM
"Kids! Kids! Come on! It's time to go to uncle Derek's!... Where are those blasted kids?" Goes looking, "Oh!"
December 25, 2025 at 2:18 PM
The look on Erin's face when I gave Saffron an electronic microscope. In fact Saffron has had it in her hand about 5 minutes and Erin the rest.
It has slides of cells and insect parts to gross them out. So that's a win.
December 25, 2025 at 1:07 PM
Saffron has had her phone 2 hours and has sent me 10 WhatsApp messages already.
December 25, 2025 at 11:11 AM
Me waking up at 6:30am prompt with no alarm being set on Christmas morning and the other 3 are soundly asleep. Ughh!
a white cat with a sad look on its face is being held by a person .
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December 25, 2025 at 8:01 AM