So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Henry is debonair as usual, the photograph is achingly beautiful.
By the way, i joined a new job yesterday and was feeling a little out of place without the old colleagues.
Then I had in front of me the computer and an Internet connection. So the first site that i opened was your blog. After a few minutes spent on the delightfully soft photograph (of yesterday morning) i felt like nice and back in business. The familiarity generated through the visits to your blog is becoming more profound now, thanks to your witty and thought-provoking write-ups as well as the snapshots of dashing Henry.
Take care and god bless....
Dan, he was an interesting character, that’s for sure!
Priyanka, we’re thinking of taking Henry on tour. India is being mooted as we speak.
Yamini, humbling words. It can be a tough ask getting used to new surroundings. I shall be getting some more photos of the littlies on the weekend, and will be sure to post a heap here just for you!
Jim, I’m banking my retirement on it!
Boise Diva, one does try. (Or, as my wife tells me, one is very trying!)
April, my Henry is a performer 24 hours a day.