![Zorro, eat your heart out.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7mR5r9Y_hD3LXLpZ3wQVzIC7c0mvN8vraTO87N7rhZaO7FeDWG-mgxgCDXErSK9lQhSk1-7Sjj5FFnIRgVGyafdQPoubO30syYy3RVGykaiNphHjcioxSc_NLeFYnW8Iy2eEZg/s400/Masked+Christmas.jpg)
There's no way of telling who, or where, the masked Santas might be, but I think the one on the right is having trouble seeing through his eye holes. And he's clearly wearing a belt made of mince pies. There's no other explanation for that bulge under his shirt.
But moving on to photos of people who are far easier to identify...
![The Big C](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zv2EPnEyMPYEDhdwpDl1sbSy2MAKus74lr1AAw8mVRMJjWjHlzV79oD1ymgL5n8GxnyaolT4tLAmDxBC4u6mXAN-irZxT9QSGqosDojYJVY-jzKq7POyV6m4LSbn_-dLREzpXA/s320/Hairface.jpg)
Anyway, it was good to catch up, and C had the privilege of being allowed to hold Amelie while she did her impression of a plughole. I also offered C the last of the Hungarian apple cake. To my disappointment, she accepted. She was also very impressed, so frankly it's a good job I'd already eaten the rest of it.
As for today, I was supposed to be giving Lisa's Mum a lift home from my flat straight after work, but unfortunately I arrived twenty minutes late. I told her I'd been held up at the hospital, but in reality I was standing on top of the Race Hill in the dark, taking photos like this one...
![Venus de Ufo](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pNXt1jeGdhkVVlith8HsN3BqcifgKJvR7fMwc3o2_DcphoaKRpEnQgEspyyxTUwSBb9cuCoh-vSHF1aGBTbwablbc33FhU9-oeA4zBboacue6Fpmt-HFZ7tcHLkltlUz2I8Vng/s320/moon+venus.jpg)
Some people claim it's Venus, but I know aliens when I see them...
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