This will hurt me...

Henry : "Are you a bounty hunter?" Bounty Hunter : "A man has got to earn a livin'" Henry : "Dyin' ain't much of a living boy."

A pair of Eastern Rosellas spotted over the road from our place this time last week. They make a fine sight on a clear, brisk morning. My guesstimate would be that there are twenty or so pairs living within four hundred square metres of our house, so they can often be found. Things that are annoying me this morning: 1. the same old morons; 2. the burn I picked up on my right hand last night; 3. anti-vaccination idiots; 4. stubborn, hard to remove stains; 5. play dough.

Here is an angry little bloke trying to get into the storage room at the Geilston Bay Community Centre. Now, yes I am a member of the Board, but I am unsure as to whether that grants access for all of my family to the treasure trove within. A stickler for process, I've had to yellow card Ez for his transgression, and put him on notice...

Yes, it is the barbed wire that can be found on the fire escape at my work site again! Yes, there is barbed wire on the fire escape, such is the genius of our dominant classes here in Tasmania. Featured here is one of the very many cruel means that concentrated power utilise to stifle the revolutionary intent of proletariat . Of course, I have either a) had a small victory in securing the shift to a four day working week; or b) been duped into a further - and unknowing - web of Repressive Tolerance . Either way, I now have Fridays off! To escape the drudgery of a further neo-Marxist critique of Australian non-government service delivery, I have turned to noted scholar (his book on Marx and human nature is well worth the effort), and proficient blogger Norm Geras, and his meme of En-title-meant . The concept is a simple one: answer the questions using only the titles of books you've read this year and without repeating one. Describe yourself: If This is a Man , Primo Levi How do yo

It's the reappearance of Hairy Henry! This should cause rejoicing in the streets of the greater Delhi area. It will be like Gandhi Jayanti all over again!

It’s Theme Thursday folks, and have we got a fantastic theme set up for your pleasure today! Did it convince you? I tried, really, I tried. What in blazes can I talk about today? I’ve got a photo of a chimney in Battery Point. It could be brickworks, or a crematorium, or just an over-enthusiastic homeowner with cold toes. Truth is, I don’t know. It does make for a nice picture. But then again, I would say that. The theme today is BEGINNING . And this is the END

" Blood oranges, you say...?" Hmmmm...

One of my very few shots that contain people (not spawned by me). Here we are on a chilly winter's afternoon waiting at the lights on Davey Street. Hats are indeed in order, and even dear little Ampelmännchen is starting to feel the chill! Alas, winter is departing! This morning, I awaited the bus amid glorious spring sunshine . Sure, there was snow on the mountain and it was four degrees when I arrived in town, but blue sky and a heartening sun can do a lot to cheer a man up.

No it isn't CSI Henry . He's not looking for DNA traces on a bloodied hammer or anything of the sort. No, we are talking fossils. Deltopecten limaeformis, Trigonotreta stokesi, Paraconularia derwentensis, the gang is all here. Henry (and Ezra) have spent a lot of winter in the museum, you see. Warm, dry and full of stuffed things, it's not a bad spot to let them roam. If only we could convince Ezra to stop tackling the stuffed wombat...

Here is the corner of Kirksway Place here in Battery Point, better known as the HQ of such luminaries as the Tasmanian office of the Commonwealth Department of Health and Ageing; the Department of Family and Community Services; Girl Guides Tasmania; the Hobart Embroiderers' Guild Inc; and the Southern Tasmanian Spiderman Sexual Addiction Support Service. I've made one of those organisations up, but I'm not saying which one.

A strategically-placed thigh preserves his modesty, but there can be no denying that dear little Ezra is absolutely 100% beefcake .

" Go this way! ", it seems to be saying. They're sprucing up The Shed down on the waterfront. Quite how day-glo eighties nostalgia bits 'n pieces tacked on the what it ultimately an aircraft hanger sans aircraft is an improvement is beyond me. It's an embarrassment! A disaster! A travesty! A tragedy! I need to knock of the television news for a while...

He's got a smile on his dial, I can't ask for much more than that!

The clock tower at Hobart's General Post Office bathed in nice winter afternoon sunlight. We've had too little of this lately, as it's mainly been raining. Time for the Sunday Top Five! Today I am revisiting my Top Five Ever Karaoke Performances Total Eclipse of the Heart : for the amateur vocalist, the sheer overwrought emotion of Bonnie Tyler's raspy voiced paean to wandering lovers the world over is a good song for the confident (or inebriated) to belt out. Come on Eileen : a rousing, jaunty little number that harks back to the music hall. The chanting bit in the middle can rescue strugglers. The fact that there are not many words also helps. Sexual Healing : easily the most challenging of the bunch, as not many are blessed with the pipes of Marvyn Gaye. That said, the degree of difficulty makes it a triumph if pulled off, especially if the intent is to send a [ahem] message to any ladies in the audience. Suspicious Minds : you can't have Karaoke with an Elvis t