I remember distinctly thinking at the time, when I morphed it, that the resolved face looked like my handsome producer, but one or two frames from the end, when the nose was still big and before the chin and forehead achieved their full size, that it looked more like me.
It was wearing a gold braided uniform with a high standup collar and chamois trousers, and had a sword at its side. From the plumes on its hat one could tell that it held the exalted rank of state councilor, and it was abundantly clear that the nose was going to visit someone. It looked right, then left, shouted to the coachman ‘Let’s go!’, climbed in and drove off.
I’m never surprised by the depths to which people will … stoop.
Amazing to know that. And, it was memorable for both of us.
it might snot be on topic, but giant noses are produced at the ol’factory, the one right below the bridge.
Nobody knows…
so the thief has… got your nose
probably the people next door. no one likes the nosey neighbors.
That is something not even Nostrildamus could predict.
I can vouch for that, too
And immediately 10-year-old me supplied the next line in my head. Then thought about phoning the local tobacconist to see if they carry my favorite blend.
No, I didn’t pick your nose.
There’s a picture of it right at the head of the page. So, yeah, I seen it.
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