Here you can get a real taste about my life with the monk brothers, family and friends
Here you can see pictures of me as a baby, some people would say that I was cute. I call this the growing up years. You can see my monk brother friends and some very special pictures of my family before they died, such as my mother and father.

This is Fr Knicker (Bocker Glory) who helped me in my time of need, this is where he lives in America. You can also email him for he will be glad of a few more friends.

This is my dog Lassie, she is a very friendly dog who is kind and loving to everyone. I named her Lassie because she looks a bit like Lassie. I also call her Bumble or Rub A Tub Tub.

This is a picture of me as a baby, as you can see I was very sweet but even then I had a problem with my weight.

Fr Knicker also owns his own vineyard to make a little bit of money, he wanted to do this so he could make an expensive website, he was disappointed when I told him that you could do one for free. This is the sign he designed.

This is one of my favourite pictures of a monk. I like this one because the monk looks quite cute, he face looks a little plump but I have to say the he looks gorg (he can stay at mine anytime, if you know what I mean) ha ha ha

This is Simon our leader. This photo was taken when we went to help the homeless bums in London. I like this picture because he looks very holy. Simon's name is Fr Simon, he is not bright but he can sure fart.

This is a picture of my good friends, Fr Baldo, Fr Brian and Fr Guy. They had to wear golden robes because it was Easter Sunday. I love wearing them because I feel so free and sometimes I forget to wear underwear because the sink is so soft and you don't realise it.

This is Fr Guy, at this moment he is deciding whether to drown himself for the life of a monk brother is a tough one. He reminds me of a burger though.

This is Fr Brian and Fr Poople. They are talking to the youngsters of today. Sad to say shortly after, Fr Poople died of strain to the groin. The doctors said it was because his trousers were pulled up too high.

Here we are learning about the monkhood. This was very relaxing because some of the old folks fell asleep, I luckily had an escape because I had the excuse of a camera for my website. In this lesson we talked about the importance of fat, balding monks

Here we have one of the elder monkbrothers, Father Douglas and we are lucky enough to have this picture since he is very particular about his hobbies. Here he is watching the fireplace looking out for any dustmites that may be mating in the warm May air.

The monkbrothers join in arms with the the Benedictine Nuns of the Second Division in a friendly game of Bingo. Ah look, there is Fr Simon calling out the numbers (he is still trying to gain membership to the exclusive Fr Hill Club) Keep trying Fr Simon, better luck next time.

The monkbrothers in action. Yes kids, this is what it's all about, here you can get a real taste of the traditional monklife.

Unfortuantely becuse many of the monkbrothers are so old they have been confined to the seating in the pews since many a time have they fallen and slipped over on the shiny, shiny, floor. If you want to know how we get that irresistible sheen it is both a combination of faith and Mr Muscle Orange Cleaner. A lethal mix.

Our beautiful grounds in the monkbrother monastery for which we have to thank God for. Unfortunately just out of the view of the photo was the the rest of the brothers and I participating in a good old fahioned rabbit shoot out. Those darn blighters, always eating at my cabbage.