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Sun, Jul. 2nd, 2006, 11:11 pm

More pictures.
I'm photo printing some of these because they're great.

This is an ant. It looked great, then I saw it was eating another bug. I printed this one out.

I found these two bugs making babies. I didn't want to interrupt them and set them side by side so I let them carry on.

Another angle of same. I like to think that the lady is yelling "STOP PUSHING! YOU'LL KILL US BOTH!"

A bumblebee collecting pollen. I love bumblebees

Not a great shot here but this is an awesome bug. Like a dinosaur, all spikey and strangely coloured. He ran away from me but every so often he'd turn back and rear up on his hind legs and wave his feelers at me.

A honey bee or something. Seconds later it attacked me

Some baby birds in a nest. Starlings or swallows or some such. They're surly looking. VERY surly looking.

Finally, this is what pure unbridled happiness looks like in a donkey. They're having a dust bath.

Note to self: Before screaming at the printer for ten minutes ensure that the USB cable has been plugged in.
This retard tech support-esque moment has been brought to you by Mr Wombat.

Mon, Jul. 3rd, 2006 05:51 am (UTC)

Ironically, the dance the donkeys are doing was called "The Dieing Fly" when I were a lad...

Mon, Jul. 3rd, 2006 12:25 pm (UTC)

Never heard of that now, but it makes sense as a nickname. We just stuck with "Going mental, jeezus..."

Mon, Jul. 3rd, 2006 01:10 pm (UTC)

Ah yes, I forgot, you probably wouldn't have had the wonderful Saturday morning extravaganza of frolicksomeness otherwise knows as Tiswas

Oh, what a shame. http://www.tiswasonline.com/

Look at the lineup on the "who's who" page, that'll give you an idea of the calibre of the people involved, and give you an indication of how, although it was billed as a kids Saturday morning show, it was often not quite that (Jim Davidson, Lenny Henry, Frank Carson etc). Not to mention. of course, that this was where the boy Tarrant got his feet under the table.

Sally James.....oh dear god, Sally James (in her hay-day)....the sort of thing a teenage boy would often be known to dream about, I'd imagine...