Here’s a little doodle I made for a trumpet-playing-friend’s birthday card.
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tu-wit?
tu-wah-wah-wah-waaah!
tu-wah-wah-wah-waaah!
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Happy “whatever” to you, dear readers.
Today’s comic was inspired by our visit to our local RSPB bird reserve at Otmoor, yesterday, where we saw and heard an astonishing murmuration of starlings (estimated at around 50,000) swirling around above us and finally coming down to roost in the reeds. My point-and-click photo doesn’t begin to do it justice, and of course there’s the sound of the wings and the calls too! If you get a chance, enjoy this sight while you possibly can — starlings are on the critical list and in serious decline.
(click for the whole picture)
UPDATE: Karen put up a video of this on her blog.
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starlings at home:
"I don't feel like going out again this evening. How about we stay in and have a nice, cosy murmuration here - just the two of us?"
"I don't feel like going out again this evening. How about we stay in and have a nice, cosy murmuration here - just the two of us?"
Thanks to Karen for the idea for this one!
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Rain forest. And gateau. What did you expect?
Polytunnels. One more thing to be scared of at the full moon. Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the turnips.
We went to the exhibition of Gothic art at the British Library last weekend: “Terror and Wonder – the Gothic Imagination.” Highly recommended.
UPDATE: Potential solution to the poly tunnel menace:
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Polytunnels. And the full moon. And allotments. Mwahaha.
I find myself wondering about alliterative story titles. If it had been not a princess but a countess then I suspect she would have been traumatised by a cauliflower rather than a pea.
See Aarne-Thompson classification number 704. Also see this.
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Pea couldn't sleep at all. Through a dozen slabs of marble and hardest obsidian he could feel something soft and yielding. By the time morning arrived he was bruised all over.
I’m posting this before I go to the party, because there’s a good chance I will either be made to walk the plank or else expire from overdose of delicious food.
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Edwina, pirate king, stands on the feasting table on her galleon and prods guests who will not take another slice of cake with her snicker-snee. One guest lies dead on the floor, clutching a golden spoon spattered with chocolate remains.
Caption: Most guests seemed to work out fairly quickly that refusal of seconds at Edwina's Birthday Parties was not quite the thing.
Caption: Most guests seemed to work out fairly quickly that refusal of seconds at Edwina's Birthday Parties was not quite the thing.
If you must know, they are Dr. Martens.
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1. Karen has new shoes.
2. They are PINK.
3. They are VERY PINK.
4. Other accessories previously described as pink ...
5. ... seem less pink now.
6. Pink shoes, however, must be expected to rub.
2. They are PINK.
3. They are VERY PINK.
4. Other accessories previously described as pink ...
5. ... seem less pink now.
6. Pink shoes, however, must be expected to rub.
In this documentary the part of the sunflower is played by Helianthus annuus.
I am grateful for the assistance of my wife, Karen, and to the legion of plant suppliers whose prolific supply of seed catalogues forms an excellent and nourishing mulch in our flower beds.
Scientific note: John Gerard, master in chirurgerie, says in his 1597 book “The Herball, or, Generall historie of plantes” regarding “the flower of the Sunne”
[…] a plant of such stature and talenesse, that in one sommer being sowen of a seede in Aprill, it hath risen up to the height of fourteene foote in my garden, where one flower was in waight three pounde and two ounces, and crosse overthwart the flower by measure sixteene inches broade.
[…] those that have reported it to turne with the sunne, the which I coulde never observe, although I have endevored to finde out the truth of it
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Young woman plants a sunflower seed. After many trials the sunflower reaches maturity. Then things start to get out of control.
The blackberry harvest this year is already far outstripping last year’s dismal returns. If you want to know how Itchy can talk and lick his lips at the same time, well I’m afraid it’s a trade secret.
We went to see the Matisse cut-outs exhibition at Tate Modern this week. Some great designs are on show. Recommended. Even Itchy and Knee decided to try the cut-out style.
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(Itchy is looking frightened, waving a knife and apparently covered in blood) Knee: Oh no, Itchy! What have you done?
Itchy (licking his lips): Blackberry and apple crumble...
Itchy (licking his lips): Blackberry and apple crumble...
Thanks to FB for inspiration.
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1. MISSILE COMMAND
LAUNCH launch button pressed)
2. Military operator looking sheepish
3. undo button pressed
LAUNCH launch button pressed)
2. Military operator looking sheepish
3. undo button pressed