<p>Testing the photo upload.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111</p>

<p>Just trying to crack this picture business.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Fj8xlE2N0lY/SfhB_yvKm8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/tRXcXcZ3xsI/Moon.JPG" border="0" alt="Moon" width="500" height="335" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">This first picture is of a young moon taken in March 2009.</p> <p style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;"> <img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Fj8xlE2N0lY/SfhB-zrze1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/tGa7JKPpA-Y/09Dawn.JPG" border="0" alt="Dawn" width="400" height="268" /> </p> <p style="text-align: center;">Dawn breaking above the moors where I live</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;"> <img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Fj8xlE2N0lY/RwVAqTG447I/AAAAAAAAABw/YUoa9cpPNxo/alley.JPG" border="0" alt="Alley" width="300" height="225" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">A narrow alley in Robin Hoods Bay, N. Yorks.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Fj8xlE2N0lY/SmG13OlqbNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-lX_onMdZAc/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" alt="Bird" width="500" height="335" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">A cheeky chap on Skegness beach waiting for food.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>

<p>I am inserting a perfect picture. the first person to guess what it is wins a fiver. Answers by snail mail only on the back of a tenner.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><img src="media/images/apad/11_8b797c97885dae83.jpg" border="0" alt="Guess" width="400" height="300" /></p>

<p>I seem to spend half my time testing odds and sods on here. This is designed to test ther twitterfeed as spelled out on Sue's blog.</p>

<p>As you all know <em>(or you would if you read my last post)</em> I had major surgery yesterday in the shape of pretty young woman playing with my knees then jabbing what felt like a knitting needle full of anaesthetic and steroid into it. I swear that the only people who can make me sweat are the bank manager and medics.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Cheryl, the physio, also said I should consider acupuncture. "Don't you think I've enough with one needle?" I demanded. "I don't think I could stand being turned into a pin cushion."</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>As if this is not enough, I've been to the doc's today re my eye problem, and I have to go back tomorrow for a series of blood tests. More sodding needles. I've had so many blood tests over the last year I think they're turning me into a blood donor on the quiet.&nbsp; Well if so, they'll come unstuck. I was jaundiced to hell when my liver packed up twenty years ago.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Worse than having them steal my blood <em>(they'll never get at my wallet and they know this) </em>I have to fast from ten o'clock tonight until eight tomorrow morning.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>"Will I get a free chupa-chup?" I asked Jackie our doctor's receptionist.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>"Can't afford 'em, DW," she replied. "Bring a few butties and a flask of tea. The minute the nurse has robbed you of your blood, you can pig out."</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Does everybody know me that well?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p>

<p>They say marriage is a fine institution. So is Strangeways, but would you want to spend the rest of your life there?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>In truth, marriage is the biggest con trick in the book. On the day, you only pay for the ceremony, but you pay for marriage for the rest of your life. You will tip up your wages every Friday and receive a pittance back out of them, and that's only to take care of your bus fares or petrol to work.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Over and above the financial sacrifice, you will mow the lawn, paint the fence, mend the car, go to Tesco and do the shopping, clean the windows, program the DVD recorder so it tapes all her episodes of Corrie, Stenders and Emmerdale, and after tea you will do the washing up. You will give up your Saturday afternoon, pre-match pint, and your Sunday lunchtime session with the lads. In fact, marriage will leave you with so little cash that you'll give up drinking altogether. And smoking. And you'll give up sex the day after you get married.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Overnight, notwithstanding the fact that you've never been nearer to a skilled trade than plugging your X-box into a wall socket, you'll become an expert on the mechanical iniquities of cars, intruder alarms, cookers, microwave ovens, washing machines, vacuum cleaners, TV's, radios, dishwashers, central heating boilers, steam irons, curling tongs, lavatories and drains. The moment you are married you will simultaneously become a tree surgeon, gardener, concreter, bricklayer, plumber, carpenter, painter and decorator, roofer, TV aerial rigger, carpet fitter, floor and wall tiler and an accountant. As if all that's not enough, you will be expected to understand the ramifications of a 0.05% decrease in GDP, a 1.2% increase in incidence of irritable bowel syndrome amongst junior executives, and the fine print in obesity discrimination legislation which is due in from Brussels. At the same time you'll be expected to come up with an analysis of the last three months' winning lottery numbers so you can come up with a system to make a profit on it. And that profit will go in her purse, not your pocket.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>And what's do you get in return? A packet of sandwiches and flask of tea to see you through work every day, and a spot of the other once a fortnight as long as it doesn't clash with Dancing on Ice.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>As in other areas of life, I'm an expert on marriage. I should be. I've had plenty of practice. I fell for it not once but twice. All up, I'm nearing 40 years as a married man. What I don't know about it by now hasn't been invented. The Great Train Robbers spent less time behind bars than I've spent in marital mayhem, and according to my calculations, if I'd shot both wives I'd have been out of jail a week last Tuesday.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>There will be those of you reading with a sense of hope, but I'm going to put paid to that right now.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>When it comes to marriage, there is no hope. Once you're in, there's no way out.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>If you'd prefer to listen to this, rather than wear your eyes out reading it, you can pick it up <strong><a href="http://audioboo.fm/boos/155615-dw-on-marriage">here</a></strong></p> <p>&nbsp;</p>