You Go In The Cage . . .

This is a video of a Great White shark attacking a cage, which I showed to my family. Of course my youngest kids loved it, while my fourteen year old daughter, Courtney, said that she would have reached out and touched it. This from the girl who screams when a fly lands on her arm.

After letting my wife view it, I suggested that we could both do this sometime in the future, maybe as an anniversary treat to ourselves. I think my timing was off.

Watch it with the sound on to listen to the screams of the people inside the cage.

Don’t put your hands outside of the bars.

Fourth Of July Cheer

This made me chuckle, hope none of my American friends are offended. We sit on the same family tree.

Families, eh?


In our house, the 4th of July means only one thing: I watch my favourite film, Jaws, with my kids. I’ve been blogging a couple of years now, so I think this may have got a couple of mentions before.

It is Saturday morning here in England, and I was awoke by workmen mercilessly attacking the road outside with a pneumatic drill. Running up the white flag in my attempts to sleep, I came downstairs to get myself a drink, only to find that our kitchen ceiling has caved in.

Have a great weekend everyone.

We have had a water leak over the last few days, and though that has now been stopped, the bathroom, and now the kitchen, is a mess of brick and wood and pipes.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water-we’ve got no shower or bath.

But our current calamity won’t stop us watching Jaws. I will still be frightening the kids to get their feet up out of the water (the carpet) and going fishing with that bold trio of men Brody, Hooper and the doomed Quint. And all of the while, above that celebrated shark score, keeping an ear out for further things falling to the floor in the kitchen.

What we’ve got is a panic on our hands on the Fourth of July.

Sleep On, Lizard King


Wow, I’m sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain


Cruel bindings

The servants have the power

Dog-men and their mean women

Pulling poor blankets over

Our sailors

I’m sick of dour faces

Staring at me from the TV Tower

I want roses in

My garden bower, dig?

Royal babies, rubies

Must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal

For the plant that’s ploughed

They are waiting to take us into

The severed garden

Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful

Comes death on a stranger hour

Unannounced, unplanned for

Like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve

Brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all

And gives us wings

Where we had shoulders

Smooth as raven’s claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

This other Kingdom seems by far the best

Until its other jaw reveals incest

And loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go

Prefer a Feast of Friends

To the Giant family

The Severed Garden-James Douglas Morrison

Multi coloured musings


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Originally posted on jothebander:

So a night of drinking, eating, singing, trampolining, a bit more drinking and some very dodgy pictures taken proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I did party like I was a mere Whippersnapper.

Did I wake up with a head full of multi coloured rocks or feeling like I had just done 10 rounds with Lennox Lewis……much to the chargin of my friends I didn’t. Not bad for an old bird eh

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