I had forgotten Tired Dad

Many years ago (about 3), i.e., after I started this web-blog*, but before anything else interesting happened, I went to Glasgow to see a very dear friend. I stopped off at Newcastle on the way, thinking it might be nice to have a look at the bridge and whatnot and get the locals to say "the eighth of May" a few times, which I did and which was, I must say, quite entertaining.

I also had a drink with Tired Dad. What he is like as a person (not bad, as it goes) is not relevant, but what is relevant is that he writes this and you should read it. I do not mean that you should read it in a "you should read this! It is politically important and we are going to melt inside the global warning!" way; no no, I mean: he is a bit odd but fucking funny, and it is worth 1 minute (if you are me and read fast; 5 if you are normal) of your time. Also, it is my annual 'charity day', and I am feeling kind.


* How many of you have read the first ever post? Not many, I'll be bound. You will note that despite the fact that it started quite badly, it has still managed to decline every day for over three years. Quite some achievement, I'm sure you'll agree.

I have photographs of baboons, in Knowsley Safari park, breaking open car roof boxes

I have only one question: who are these people that travel with inflatable monkeys in their roof boxes, and where do they live, that I may shake them by the hand and clap them on the shoulder? And does the inflatable monkey smack of set-up? (And even if it does, who cares? A baboon! With a bra!)

I have been doing some work

... most of which looks like this:



At other times during the weekend, when I am not doing work and whilst the rain pours and pours from the sky, I make jam and put it in the dishwasher:





















In other news, I ordered 120 glassine bags off of the internets today, muttering something to myself about 'wedding favors' (to adopt the ghastly American spelling); wedding favors that I have absolutely no intention of buying or making. I have quite patently lost my mind, and I am very much afraid that only gin can help.

Coming soon: Wedding Porn Pt 2, my excellent recipe for peach and lavender jam, and a preview of my wedding invitation which features something so lovely and so generous that even thinking about it causes tears to spring to my cynical simian eyes.

Pip pip!

I wish you a happy Thursday

My word! At 2.32, such was my pleasure that my fez began to quiver excitably some inches from my head!

I hear some excellent news from monkeyworld

Yes, it is true, M. Jackson is no more. I will not get into some sort of chit-chat about whether or not I care* for fear of filling the comments box with the barely-literate words of either angry Jackson-detractors or adoring fans, but I am very pleased to report that Bubbles is, apparently, still "a carefree monkey .... interacting with friends, eating well, taking cover when it rains."

Shamon indeed.

* Answer: not much, but this is brilliant, whether you were that bothered about him or not.