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Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and parliaments. If we can get rid of the former, we may easily bear the latter.


If I have not already made it abundantly clear, let me just restate what a wonderful little bloke my favourite youngest son is. Ezra is the most easy-going, relaxed fellow in our household, always ready to great you with a smile and a laugh, and has excellent manners for a four month old. So, despite this being the Feast day of St. John Chrysostom, I am happy to announce it Ezra is a top man Day.

On other matters, I know that Miles is unhappy about my rough handed treatment of the Nepalese flag, and I just want to say that I understand his frustration. In opting for such a radical design, you can see how Nepal has made a strong play for originality and difference in the whacky world of vexiology.


That said, sometimes it does not pay to stand out too far from the crowd. Think about it this way, you see, why is it that Goths, emos and people dressed as Willie Wonka are routinely assaulted in the street? That’s the way I see the Nepalese flag: it’s the goth kid of the flag world. It’s a try hard. Rightly or wrongly, nobody likes a try hard.

Comments

Anonymous said…
love the mr humphries hand gesture!
Sue said…
Definitely my favourite youngest great-nephew by far!!!
Miles McClagan said…
I got it slighty wrong, it was the Euro 92 qualifying campaign where Switzerland represent y'all...

http://www.oldfootballshirts.com/en/teams/s/switzerland/old-switzerland-football-shirt-s4132.html

I can see your point of view, however to me, I grew up in a town where the Australian flag was casually knitted on all manner of tacky sub Jenny Kee garments and jumpers, so I appreciate the Nepalese thinking outside the box (or square) of flag design, plus, the triangles are supposed to be mountain something or others, so someone in Grade 2 told me...
SH -ic said…
lokk s so cute... how are you kris . sorry may be mr cruis just sit in the make up rooms,,
USelaine said…
I love his expression in this one so much! Churchill being given a cigar?
Priyanka Khot said…
Oh Ezra is adorable in this one.

I don't agree too much with ur assessment of the Nepal's flag. They at least had it in them to tread the unknown path (wow! I can talk high).

But guess grown up on the Tri-color... I find the Indian flag to be the best.. as each colour is well defined and the blue Ashok chakra is very significant as well.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_India#Symbolism
Priyanka Khot said…
P.S: I was waiting to be congratulated for India's comprehensive win against the mighty Kangaroos.
Ezra is definitely your most photogenic youngest son!
Dina said…
Quite the man you've got there.

Flags? I suppose Israel's would take first place for being burned most often.... I know, that's not what you asked.
Uma por Dia said…
Cutter and bigger :)
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, my boys both have dramatic flair. Henry fancies himself as the next Hugh Jackman.

Sue, he is a pearler.

Miles, oh Jenny Kee, where fore art though?

I liked Luton’s away strip from the early ‘90s. It was a truly horrid number that involved at least 20 different colours. Come to think of it, there were some shocking kits in the early/mid ‘90s. I’ll have to do a feature...
Kris McCracken said…
Picture to words, it’s funny, because Henry is already taller than Tom Cruise!

USelaine, I hope that neither of them ever decides to smoke. God help them if they do!

Priyanka, I don’t mind the Indian flag. It’s a good thing that they won the recent test series, as plenty of the tricolours would have been burned otherwise! ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, he is easier to photograph at the moment. Henry won’t sit still long enough!

Dina, he is a stud.

Uma por Dia, a LOT bigger. He remains cute though!

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