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Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.


How about that drool? It makes kissing all the more exciting!

I forgot to mention that on Fathers Day, we all went boat spotting down on the harbour estuary, promenaded along the waterfront, and then feasted on squid, prawns, chips and the like for an early lunch. Whilst doing so, I spotted a fellow with a ruddy great video camera - of the professional kind - filming us.

It turns out he was filming some 'colour' for Al Jazeera's English language TV station. He liked the look of Henry harassing seagulls so much, the little bloke had to do it over and over again until the Arabic news network agent was satisfied with the results.

So, if you're a fan of Al Jazeera, keep and eye out for any stories on Hobart, Tasmania, Australia, or small westerners who disturb sea birds. If you spot us, let me know!
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Sue said…
I would kiss him...spit 'n' all.
8 September 2009 at 20:52
yamini said…
Yipppeeee, the drool is back on the blog.

Ezra seems to be really liking something for that long drooly mouth :-))

I will keep an eye out for the McCrackens on Al Jazeera. :-)
8 September 2009 at 20:57
Priyanka Khot said…
Wow! the lil TV stars. I love this photo of Ezera!
9 September 2009 at 02:52
kylie said…
that is so cool
9 September 2009 at 11:39
Roddy said…
What a pity as Al Jazeera is one of the stations that I can't seem to tune in. I trust the world takes to these children as I have.
10 September 2009 at 12:49
Kris McCracken said…
No word on whether we've made the cut!
14 September 2009 at 10:16
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