Crusaders Against Fuckwittage

I promised a while back that I'd provide pics of the main cast of this diary created on the Mini-Mizer at some stage, and while all the pictures where done a week ago, I've only really now had the time and inclination to go to the trouble of putting it into a form that will work on here. So, at the risk of alienating people by immortalising them in Lego...

Tiny Tiny People

	Me In a Green Lantern tshirt, because that was the closest they had to anything I'd wear, and carrying a lightsabre because, Hello? Geek.
	Alison Her holding a glass of wine isn't meant to imply alcoholism, it's just that her appreciation of wine was the only thing about her with a suitable prop on the Mini-Mizer.
	Anne Apparently a good approximation in terms of the "evening wear", and the coffee is one of her dietary requirements. No, you're right, I didn't say anything about the handcuffs.
	Sham Note the pallid skin tone caused by the perpetual gloom of Irish weather, and the preoccupation with black clothing. The coffee and guitar explain themselves.
	Stu The mischevious eyes are the main indentifying feature here. Beer, nuff said. And the drumstick? Well, imagine a 5 year old boy walking around with a big turkey drumstick in his hand.
	Mum Gardener extraordinaire. Roses were the only option on the Mini-Mizer but in reality more likely to be a flower pot in one hand and trowel in the other.
	Dad Retirement and the purchase of a huge place that doesn't so much need work as have issues have brought out my Dad's inherent handiman streak. Yes, you'll have noticed that runs in the family.