It has been a quiet couple of days, at least where Shooting Parrots is concerned. I've been working on a new website which is okay, but I'm still finding my feet with Wordpress so everything takes longer than it should.
On top of that, Parrot Minor is off to Turkey with a friend and family. Again this is okay, except that he didn't tell us about it until Wednesday night and we have been frazzled trying to fix up a flight. Read more ›››
Not very original, but appropriate nonetheless as the Bee is the symbol of my home city of Manchester, birthplace of the Industrial Revolution. This post begins and ends with Bees.
The mosaic on the left can be found at the entrance of Manchester Town Hall and represents the hive of industry the city became. Not to mention the pollution and deplorable working and living conditions. Read more ›››
I am incredibly grateful to the Greenpeace protestors who closed petrol stations across London today to urge the chairman to drop "his predecessor's obsession with high-risk, environmentally reckless sources of oil".
Until they drew my attention to it, I had absolutely no idea that BP had caused such massive environmental damage through a massive oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Read more ›››
Darling daughter was on the phone on Friday full of plans for her first weekend proper in Cape Town, briefly a Cajun supper that evening prepared by one of the American girls at the hostel, a winery trip on Saturday and a visit to Robben Island today.
I reminded her of all the things that boring old dad would do given the chance, like having my photo taken at the spot where the Atlantic meets the Indian Ocean etc. Read more ›››
All that swanning around on the Beagle and yet it turns out that all Darwin had to do was wait for J H Kellogg to patent peanut butter to make him realise that all his talk of evolutionary theory was complete bollocks. Well someone’s talking bollocks.
It took me quite a while to get round to reading And Another Thing, part six of three of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I spotted the special edition last year with its wonky neon title on the box cover and the hardback inside with the powder blue towel embroidered with the words "Don't Panic" and was tempted.
Then I saw the £100 price tag and the temptation passed. Read more ›››
When I was messing around with the various images that appear above, the ones where the parrot appears somewhere, I really wanted to include one on a cricket theme. More specifically, the infamous Bodyline Ashes series of 1932/33.
I've always enjoyed cricket, although more as a spectator than a player. Playing the game is a little like war -- long periods of mindnumbing tedium interspersed with short spells of gut-wrenching terror. Read more ›››