This seems to sum up my week quite well.
Hat-tip: Tony Wade.
Spring is sprung. The birdies are singing. Once again the British birdwatcher can enjoy their pleasure without having their nuts frozen off. So we are starting a new occasional series to introduce those unfamiliar with British birds to species identification in the field. First …
The Tit Family
There are seven (or maybe eight) species of tits seen in Britain (most commonly seen first).
Blue (or Tiny) Tit![]() |
Great Tit![]() |
Coal Tit![]() |
Long-Tailed Tit![]() |
| Marsh or Willow Tit May be two separate species but impossible to tell apart except hand. Named after the weeping willow tree. ![]() |
Crested Tit![]() |
Bearded Tit![]() |
We’ve noticed that recently delicatessens and like establishments are proudly proclaiming availability of “hand-raised pork pies”. Although we’ve not yet definitively identified the establishment promoting this development, the Melton Mowbray Pork Pie Association are chief suspects. But whoever is responsible we are delighted that there is a movement to conserve the wild pork pie population.
Another in our occasional series of apposite aphorisms.
The time it would take a gang of geriatric virgins [the Roman Catholic hierarchy] to understand and define marriage is longer than the projected lifespan of the universe. It would be a shock if they did have anything coherent to say on the subject after only 2000 years of uninformed speculation from their armchairs.
[WoollyMindedLiberal in a comment on Heresy Corner]
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
[F Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up]
There is no such thing as an underestimate of average intelligence.
[Henry Adams]
Truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence.
[Henrik Tikkanen]
I’m designed intelligently? As far as I can see, I was designed by an idiot. My parts are neither interchangeable nor replaceable. I could use a new ankle right now, and almost everything I do injures my back. Some of my internal organs are useless, and can even kill me. My risk calculation engine is useless. I am afraid to eat beef, but have no problem catapulting myself down tree-lined roads on my motorcycle. My judgement is so bad I can be convinced to send my life savings to a complete stranger with just one phone call. The final stake in the heart of intelligent design is that there are people we might otherwise consider intelligent, who, in the face of all this, maintain we are functioning as intended.
[Eric Dietiker]
There is indeed a certain amount of truth in today’s XKCD cartoon!

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And here’s an interesting thing. How is it that one can find a stick figure, which is female only from the length of the hair, sexy? I don’t know. None of the other characters in XKCD cartoons do this to me, but that’s how I react to Megan! It is something visual and not related to the language/words. Very weird. Must say something awfully odd/worrying about me. But then you knew I was deranged. 🙁
So our other local auction house has a sale coming up this week. It contains the usual eclectic and eccentric mix of le bon dieu c’est quoi. Here are some of the “highlights”.
A cartoon by Rudolk Pick, signed and dated 98, showing an African gentleman in smart attire and smoking a pipe, riding a zebra alongside a muzzled lion cub, watercolour, framed
A carved bone erotic couple, an erotic bone bottle and a four section bone erotic inro
A paperweight in the form of a flag pole with the Swastika at full mast
A small carton of plated items including a cheese dish with goat finial
An American sterling centrepiece bowl on tall loaded foot, a Greek 925 bowl, and a pair of loaded 925 dwarf candlesticks
[Loaded with 12-bore cartridges, presumably?]
A stuffed snowy owl in a glazed case, and a stuffed grouse
[I never cease to be surprised at the amount of taxidermy that’s around]
Six flying ducks wall plaques and two seagulls, a quantity of character salt and peppers including chickens, mice, farmer, postman, etc., sauce pots …
A pair of impressive decorative ewers, the bowls supported by two cherub figurines, and garlands of flowers
A splendid large Victorian glass dome enclosing a display of stuffed jay and parakeet, with outstretched wings, in grass surroundings
A large Chinese tilework guardian lion with paw on brocade ball
A mixed lot incl. an old Shell petrol can, miniature straw boater, silver banded walking stick …
An unusual mannequin decorated with vintage fabrics, flowers, beads and glitter fairy wings
An attractive French clock garniture in gilt-metal and bronze, of Louis XVI design, the bell-striking movement by Vincenti, with painted enamel dial, in drum case on gazebo support, with two-light candelabra side pieces … c.1900
A bronze figure of Christ crucified by Rossini
[Have we been being mis-sold all these years, or has Herod had a name-change?]
A taxidermy specimen of a red squirrel, with grasses, in glazed case, c.1900
[Yes, and there’s more!]
Two decorative halberds.
The ultimate in ironing boards by Lauraster, the frame combining a constant steam action with integrated iron, including two covers.
[Which sound more like an instrument of torture!]
A carton of good reference books incl. cokkery [sic], gardening …
A rare 1950s orange-painted basketwork globular linen basket, probably by Lloyd Loom, on a metal stand
[Another instrument of torture? Or is it a cat basket?]
And finally …
… an Imari chamber pot …
I think we’re just going to have to go and have a look at this collection!
I’ve just seen an item on How It Works Blogs about Peruvian Hairless dogs. Here are the pictures they use:
Apart from the fact that they look interesting mutts, I just love those Mohican haircuts!