This will hurt me...

Ez here, in this light, kind of reminds me of Marlon Brando as Kurtz right at the end of Apocalypse Now . Except, you know, not all deranged and plunged into a violent descent into madness and all that...

Again a shot of Bellerive Oval, the home of the mighty Tasmanian Tigers cricket team! The stand there you can see there is the excitingly-monikered Southern Stand, which I am campaigning to have renamed the Danny Buckingham Stand after the rotund big hitter from Burnie who would have played a hundred Tests if he was born in Wagga Wagga. I'll let you know how that pans out... On other matters, like the Tigers, I am breaking records left , right and centre . This post represents number sixteen hundred for this blog. Remarkably, every single one of them has been brilliant !

This his pretend angry face. He's pretty transparent when he's faking it. When he's seriously angry, he looks exactly like his mother. Honestly, he's inherited her filthy look...

This is a photo taken a month or so ago when the French Navy were in town. I can't remember the name, but it was something beginning with 'V'. The French Navy hasn't impressed me since they were trounced at Trafalgar, to be honest. I mean really, when your greatest triumph is scuttling your own ships in harbour so that the Vichy regime couldn't pass them over to the Nazis, I'd suggest that triumphs are a little thin on the ground!

Emerging from the shadows, trees, flowers and long discarded gravestones, Ezra makes for an imposing sight.

Through a tunnel underneath a large roundabout, I can just about see the light! So it is Theme Thursday again, and this week those of us fortunate enough to live in the Southern Hemisphere - the greatest Hemisphere in the known universe - are once again disadvantaged! SNOW! Yes, SNOW ! We're just into summer and I am supposed to talk SNOW?!? Sorry fellas, SNOW chance of that! A Story I once knew a fellow who was charming, in a roguish way. He had a cutting wit, and although his manner to my mind drifted into the unnecessarily cruel, he remained quite the hit with the ladies. An attractive gent, he was aware of his physical charms. Knowing this appeared to empower some of his less attractive features. That said, he was the life of the party, and his trademark bons mots always ensured a steady bevy of beauties hanging off his arm. Moreover, despite what many of the legions of his callously discarded conquests might like to tell themselves, he really, truthfully was happy and con

How much can a Koala bear? Quite a bit, apparently...

Back to Seven Mile Beach today, this time in the sand dunes dodging tiger snakes and angry crabs. I had an interesting bus trip this morning. I got on and was faced by an unfamiliar driver. The conversation went thus: Him: "Are you a regular on this bus mate?" Me: "Yeah, pretty much every day." Him: "Great! Great! So, what route does it take?" Me: "Pardon me?" Him: "Do you know where it goes?" Me: "Um. It goes into town..." Him: "Yeah, yeah, I know that, but what way does it get there?" Me: "Well, it usually goes straight along here for a bit, then it goes left up the road a bit, then you go through the first roundabout, then at the second roundabout you go right, then you go up this hill, the left, and then left again (still going up the hill), then you hook back in right and go down a hill, then through that bus mall, then you head back on the highway and cross the bridge..." Him: " Right! Right! .

Here, Ezra displays his fine impersonation of a fire and brimstone Southern Baptist minister. Christ came to me last night... [HALLELUJAH!] ... and He said unto me... [HALLELUJAH BROTHER!] ... He said unto me... He said that NOW was the time... [HALLELUJAH!] ... NOW was the time brothers and sisters for more programs featuring baby animals on the television... [AMEN BROTHER!]

Another day, another photograph of Hobart and the Derwent estuary from atop Mount Wellington . The large estuary forms the City of Hobart, and it is often claimed to be the deepest sheltered harbour in the Southern Hemisphere. The veracity of that statement, however, remains unconfirmed! I wrote a poem yesterday, the first in a while. People of Short Stature If I were a little person , I think that I would resent being cast as a little person . Midget. Dwarf. Shorty. Shrimp. Half-pint. Vertically-challenged. I think that I would Rather be, than to be a little person .

Here is an old photo of a fresh faced Henry in awe of the bubbles at his second birthday party. Oh how things have changes in but a single year!

Between you and I, I can't be bothered with work today. Already at the beginning of the day, and I am sick and tired of it. I'd much rather be at Seven Mile Beach, looking at the seagulls hovering and listening to the waves rolling in...

Sometimes all a man needs is to sit back, relax, and eat his squid .

Here is a little bloke in a little boat down at Kingston Beach the other weekend. Normally, such little boats are confined to in-shore racing, but I am currently training Henry up to be the world's youngest solo global circumnavigation in one of these babies! Time for Sunday Top Five ! Today, I am featuring my Top Five Charlie and Lola Books ! 5: I Will Not Ever Never Eat a Tomato 4: I Completely Know About Guinea Pigs 3: I Can Do Anything That's Everything All on My Own 2: Look After Your Planet 1: I've Won, No I've Won, No I've Won!