Grandpa in my Pocket

I'm sorry, but who decided that was a good idea for a magazine? Help the Aged?! There's even a picture of said grandpa in a pose that implies 'shush, little boy, it'll be our secret...'

Doodles

So I went to a hen do on Saturday

Don't fall out of a stretch Hummer, is my advice to you (stretch Ford, but that is a story for a different day.) Though the injury at least didn't hurt, cuz I was wearing my beer armour.

I also got to meet one of the cutest dogs in the world.

Or well, a dog who likes me. Which doesn't happen very often considering dogs usually like everybody.

Whatever. It's not important. At least I know how to wear my kredemnon.

Number 3 is my FAVE. Closely followed by 6, the moob tube.

Farmyard, Crunchie, Peter Pan

I've started reading this:

and am facing the inevitability that I will sink further and further into analysing children's literature, rather than the proper, academic, exam-funny Literature I am supposed to like. I ADORE it. The Secret Garden and the Lion King are probably my favourite films of all time. Anyway, I tend to fail at the real reading and writing things (definitely at 'rithmetic.) This is the sort of things that end up written on my work:

I also saw a mate recently and played a game where you draw shapes, then make them look like things. And these things supposedly say stuff about your ethos or something. Anyway,

Pretty telling, I think.

...

I'll leave you with a thought:

Otter

So I finished Zelda. Which has unlocked the MASTERQUEST, and I'm sure I'll manage to waste a good few lives on that in the future but right now it's time for a break. Time to get back to reality. Which is, incidentally, one big

 (cockalorum)

We've been down on fetchers and so have had to race around like otters on acid, when my personality is natrually more tortoise on morphine. 

My periphery is also screwed. I'm constantly crashing into things, and my body doesn't even have the common courtesy to offer me a bruise or two. I'm starting to think I have no capillaries.

The Graduand

 So I went to my brother's graduation yesterday, which is a nice excuse for a day off. That and I love a bit of Latin finger-holding/kneeling/carrying of mace. Proud parents. Tipsy parents, anyway. Papa-razzi.

A lot of library moving-ons are also happening at the moment. Wherever I look there are good luck cards and presents and sentimental moments. Look, where is your GRIT guys? Stick it out! Team WBG! South Court 4eva!

Well, until I leave.