captured...blipped...caught...red handed...

...with his hand in the sweetie jar

uppers-for-kids - they were down to their vests about a half-hour later - fortunately, inspace had kindly allowed them use of their lockers for their excess kit .... or so Owen told me "Dad said it was ok to" (apPARENTly).

as we drove past afterwards, jacob appeared on the big screens beaming on to the street, so we did an emergency stop to snap away at his over-sized coupon.
at this point a blipcentraller lay down and posed for us like a nude model on a chaise longue underneath the display - he/she shall remain nameless (clue - bare-feet!)

we then drove off just as i forgot about the blind spot in the wing mirror - oops, nearly rearly dearly -

the conversation on the journey home between the 2 boys then turned to this...

J: "they're going to put us on display in an art gallery" (i laughed at "us" - they feel like blip superstars)

Me: "oh yeah - who told you that?"

J: "Owen"

O: "Yes, it's true"

J: "And we're going to be famous"

Me: "Yeah, but you don't really want to be famous though do you - well not too famous"

O: "yeah, coz you won't be able to get out of your house for people crowding round you"

J: "yeah...."

quiet for a bit - some deep thought

J to O: "yeah, and if the people crowding you becomes too much you can get a gun and point it at yourself and shoot yourself"