Cephalopods and me
Edward Lear, Owls,
Pussy-Cats and other nonsense
A new year, a new look
and a new post. Now, the chronoligists amongst you may have noticed
it is a year and a day since I last 'blogged'. Although I can hear
you making instant comparisons to Edward Lear's owl and pussy-cat
sailing away for a year and a day I have, regrettably, to tell you I
have not been whisked away on a cruise, a ferry journey or even a
hour on the local boating lake. No such luck, I can't even claim to
have partaken in the wrinkly equivalent to that strange student
phenomenon, the 'gap year'.
The truth of the matter
is I've simply had a years gap!
Much as the thought of
sailing away for a year and a day on a beautiful pea green boat has a
certain amount of appeal, playing gooseberry while Owl strums his
guitar and serenades his feline shipmate with the lines “O lovely
Pussy! O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are” does not!
But enough of this
nonsense, lets talk cephalopods...
