Makes me smile...

... all the time.

On a side note, age seems to have been kind to Heath's skin. Either that or its the miracle of botox.
I mean, have you seen his face lately? Hell, I liked him at 20.. and I still like him at 40!

SJ came over today to seek my assistance in her 'Hydra' making.

Hydra - the mythical beast with regenerating heads.

Hers has seven, as in the myth (Why she didn't pick a pre-Hercules Hydra, I'll never know)

Unfortunately, the heads ended up to heavy for the body so what she ended up with is a tipsy Hydra.

Lord help it if it can't stand straight. (She tried covering up by saying it was a post-Hercules Hydra.. so 'post' in fact, that it was ALREADY dead and therefore lies on its side. Good try)

Regardless, the biggest problem was the fact that it just wouldn't harden. Her 'modelling clay' ended up to be plasticine, despite the fact that the box said 'modelling clay' and for the love of all that is blue, wouldn't harden.

(Now, I know the next sentence might sound daft and I was aware that plasticine will never harden but we were desperate and tried all we could).

I suggested popping a blob of plasticine into the oven and see if baking will harden it.
We tore up some butter paper from my butter pad, lopped on the plasticine in a nice flat circle and popped it into the oven.

3 minutes later, we noticed it was shinier than ever and brought it out only to find... liquid plasticine.

It was quite disgusting in its most disgusting sense.

(And after leaving it on its own for abit, it hardened back into plasticine)

No wonder SJ had an allergic reaction to it. I never liked plasticine. Always hated the feeling it left on my hands. Ever since we were forced to make chillies with them in standard 1.

So we went out, bought some paper clay and returned to recover the wire structure.

Her Hydra's tail looks like a physical protrusion of the male-kind and I tried to cover up its vulgarity but regardless, it still cracked us up.