The beginning....
I've moved. Those select bunch of you that I don't consider tossers can come join me at my new blog (so, um, that's pretty much all of you then)...
It's at passablycontent.blogspot.com - see you there :)
I've moved. Those select bunch of you that I don't consider tossers can come join me at my new blog (so, um, that's pretty much all of you then)...
This blog is now defunct, for I am no longer a contractor.
A couple of weeks back I attended my university reunion. It had been X* years since we all graduated and had all been in the same hall of residence. A big group of us met up every year anyway, but what with this being a special year we roped in as many as possible (one couple flew in from Texas).
The gardens surrounding the tower are beautiful and full of wildlife, including squirrels (hence the title of this post). As far as I'm aware I'm the only red squirrel remaining in Bristol after my fellow reds were supplanted by the American grey squirrel. In a move unprecedented in human history, a whole bunch of brash yank squirrels came to England many years ago (in the infamous words of one long-gone red, they were 'Over-fed, Over-sexed and Over Here'). They caught the eye of a few impressionable young red females and *poof* a couple of decades down the line and we're nearly extinct. Of course, the greys turned out to be better at a few things than us reds - namely Eating, Sleeping, Shagging and Living - but that's not really the point.
I did notice that all the squirrels by Cabot Tower were half breeds, and the ones doing best of all were showing more red than grey. As you can see from these pictures, they happily came and shared my nuts:
Note the white belly in the second shot - a classic sign of red genes triumphing over grey.
It did leave me with a troubling thought - if the red gene is slowly proving stronger than the grey, how did the greys wipe out the reds so quickly? A glance around told me the answer. Y'see, the people bringing nuts were only feeding those that looked more red and ignoring the greys. So sure, the grey may be better at actually foraging for nuts, but us reds are clearly better beggars.
Big Issue anyone?
Call me old fashioned, but I do not think that the appropriate response to a text reading 'Have a good day. Love you' is one stating 'I hearr you'.
Anyway, I did what any sane person would do, drove to the nearest electrical retailer, walked through the door, pointed at the nearest TV of comparable size, said "that one" and was home and set up inside of the hour.
Poulter won too :)
I am quite puzzled, however, by the extremely homophobic American crowd. Every time the Americans hit a good shot, the crowd would taunt the Europeans with a repeated, rhythmical chant of "You are gay! You are gay!" which seems exceptionally harsh - we haven't even got any Frenchmen in the side this year....
We have a cafe at work. Just that, a cafe. It has one of those chrome coffee making machines but it's staffed by the usual local 'gert lush, me luvvaaaaaaa' Bristolians.