Best. Headline. Ever.
I must say that circuses have certainly changed since my childhood (unless I’ve forgotten the pot-bellied pig acts … and the giraffes and llamas, now that I think about it).
Licenced to what?
This popped up in the RSS feed from Reuters:
“Brothel bus” makes last stop in Miami Beach
MIAMI (Reuters) - A “brothel bus” that detectives said cruised Miami Beach offering lap dances and drinks has taken its last ride, police said on Wednesday. (more)
The bit that amused me, though, was one of the charges:
Suspected operator Christine Morteh, 29, was arrested on charges of offering to commit prostitution, transportation for the purpose of prostitution and operating a business without a license.
I’m just wondering about the licence application process.
A new game
Kirsti has a new game.
She’s learned that she can get out of the house - although not back in - by jumping from the back bedroom’s window down onto the sitooterie’s roof (small thud) and, from there, down onto one of the bins (large thud).
I’m sure you can see where this is going.
There I was, dumping the latest load from yesterday’s Big Tidy when I heard a miaow. I looked around but didn’t see her, so turned back to emptying the load when BANG! As if by magic there was now a cat standing 6 inches from me. Jump? I nearly soiled myself.
M from next door witnessed this and didn’t stop laughing for 10 minutes.
Moral: If at first you don’t see a cat, look up.
A meeting of minds
There are times when I feel I am beginning to share Kirsti viewpoint vis a vis local avian wildlife.
That time was 3:28am when the massed chorus started up outside my window while I was still trying to get to sleep.
Knowing when I’m beaten, I’ve risen, abluted and have even done some webwork - just as well as there seems to be quite a bit of interest at the moment. How much translates into actual work remains to be seen, of course.
So tired.
So very, very tired.
They (Don’t) Work For You
I am indebted to an update - courtesy of TheyWorkForYou - on the antics of my supposed representative in Parliament, the Right Dishonourable Christopher Fraser.
His contribution to the Protection of Bats and News debate on 24th June was, I feel, telling and I applaud the hours of work on his part which much have gone into his preparation.
Twunt.
Tickling the ivories
When I got to the Arts Centre this morning for the last of my “Image Manipulation with Photoshop” lessons I noticed that there was an elephant standing outside it. This isn’t the sort of thing one misses, y’know. Not even at the ungodly hour of 10am.
Examining the beast further - it seemed benevolent enough - I discovered that this is Elephant #26 of a herd which have taken up residence in Norwhag for the next six weeks or so.
Norvic Meets Norwhag
Being quick on the uptake I deduced that there must be at least 25 more and decided to investigate further on my return home. It seems I had the correct digits but in the wrong order as there are, in fact, 53 elephants in all according to the GoElephants.co.uk website.
My mission, then, will be to get one of the brochure/maps and then see if I can visit and photograph all 53 elephants in one day. All the locations seem to be fairly central but I’m not sure how I’ll get on photographing those which seem to be indoors. Should be fun, though.
Oh dear
“Oh dear.”
“What? Oh. Yes. I was trying to sleep off a headache.”
“Yes, I thought there was something wrong when you didn’t hear me knock.”
“AND YET YOU RANG THE FUCKING BELL!”
I didn’t say that, of course, but sometimes I despair about my neighbours.
Taking it easy (without Cadbury’s Caramel)
It was almost a month ago that I got in touch with the glazier people that claimed they could fit a cat flap in a glass door in 3-5 days and it was back on the 20th of May that they sent two people round to take measurement.
So I rang them this morning and asked them what the bloody hell was going on.
“Give me half an hour to find out”, I was told, “and I’ll get back to you.”
That was over an hour ago.
Grrrrrrr.
Apart from that, how’s things with you? Sorry I’ve been quiet.