I've gone all stupid in the head (Mrs Timbo will tell you this is nothing new) and fancy a bit of blogger vs blogger action, therefore I have hereby decided that it's competition time for one and all. Well, all six of you that skim-read this blog. Here's the score:
All you have to do is decipher all (or as many as you are able; this is highly dependant on your mental capacity and/or how many cups of typhoo you just necked) of the assorted personalities, riff-raff, and, err, other stuff. Whoever gets the most right is a) a fucking genius, and b) gone in the head. That person will also win... something. Balls, time to think of something...
So! There are sixteen things/peeps/objet d'arts (okay, no objet d'arts - I just wanted to say it), and I await your entries with glee. That sounded wrong.
FYI - No. 8 is the bloke to the left of the number 8, and not the Gay Pride chad thing above it. That's there because, well, it just is. Goes well on the leg dontcha thunk?
Also, FYI (whatever FYI bloody means), I'm proud of my hirsute legs. In case anyone was considering bringing that up at any stage.
AND, FYI YET AGAIN, click on the photo for a mahoosive version that will boggle your mind right out! Whoooo!