'Not The Way It's Supposed To Be'

There we were, shortly after 10am on Friday, at the poolside, enjoying an ice-cold glass of camel's milk, when the alarm sounded. Memeshame's first reaction was to call Jong-Il and make sure he hadn't pushed any of the buttons we'd told him to leave alone while we were gone airing out the holiday home in Dubai. All was fine with Kimmy, it transpired, but then what was all the racket? Just then, Alfred came by with the message that Gmail was having trouble with our e-mail account, such was the volume of mails gushing into our inbox. Well, Hall of Shame business takes priority and Michael Jackson will just have to bring a few air-fresheners with him when he borrows the villa next time (I do wish he would leave that monkey at home...but then he says the same about me when we visit Neverland); we pulled on a very few items of clothing and raced home.

The strain on our Gmail account was lessened a little when I managed to delete a few colourful missives from some non-Hall-related sources (memeshame's been subscribing again) but still the inbox was packed to the gills with mail after mail from irate, amused or simply confused Photo Friday participants....and one man is to blame.
Remember this? Ooooooh, yeah. Dream Awakener is at it again. Our previous shaming of Mr Woodward seems to have merely encouraged his devious activities but, as before, our trusty army of Shamers was on stand-by and nabbed the screenshots we needed for yet another tap on his shoulder. Notice we said 'screenshots'- that's because this time the entry that secured him the number one spot on the submissions list went from this...

to this...

to this....

before being changed yet again back to the termite mound on the (we think ironic) suggestion of commenter torekimi. But Mr Woodward didn't hold all of his commenters remarks in such high regard; at least two comments expressing disappointment in a lack of fair-play were given the blog equivalent of concrete boots and a quick shove off the pier.

Gaze at the smiling face of the U2- and Cornelius Plating Jr-loving Mr Woodward. We completely understand when one's mission in life (his: "awakening people to renovate their world in Los Angeles and beyond", ours: getting Bindi to the bathroom before she vomits in the hallway) makes one temporarily forget the concepts of integrity and not beating Rich Legg (Although a noble goal and sometimes we'd like to Tonya Harding/Nancy Kerrigan Mr Legg ourselves) to the number one spot. And we are sure that this friend to mankind WILL NOT DO IT AGAIN.