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When we are planning for posterity, we ought to remember that virtue is not hereditary.


Here is the little bloke having a spell after climbing three mountains, wrestling three crocodiles, saving three damsels from distress, swimming three miles through shark infested waters, winning three televised presidential debates, eating three double steak sandwiches and chips from Nandos, writing three novels, directing three feature films, stripping down then reassembling three diesel engines, ploughing three fields, baking three cakes, raising three barns, establishing three new religions, winning three game shows and playing with Henry.

And it is not even four.
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Miles McClagan said…
He looks as worried about the state of Australian cricket as I am...
22 November 2008 at 16:09
Diederick Wijmans said…
...and he does not look even tired!! Have a great weekend with the family!
22 November 2008 at 18:08
USelaine said…
Why is life so hard? It's unreasonably hard, surprisingly hard, and even painful on a daily basis.
22 November 2008 at 18:23
Anonymous said…
And only one scratch on his head.

Thanks for visiting my blog in Brookville, Ohio where it is cold this morning – 13 degree Fahrenheit = -10.5555556 degree Celsius.
22 November 2008 at 22:58
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, he is more a fan of the Tassie Tigers (hence the furrowed brow).

Blognote, he has great stamina.

USelaine, I think that somewhere, someone is playing an extremely elaborate and cruel joke that we call 'life'.

Abe, the scratch is Henry’s handiwork.

R2K, Ő-)

Danial, and I am very proud of that fact!
28 November 2008 at 09:48
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