This will hurt me...

I am sure that there are some countries where such a photo can score you twenty years hard labour , so I will relish posting this photo of a younger Henry relaxing in the tub.

Another day, another boat. Here we have an Royal Australian Navy patrol boat parked in front of the Silo apartments that I've featured a few times before . I had my upper right molar removed yesterday. The extraction itself was fine, but by golly, trying to sleep with a mouth full of coagulating blood is a trick that I struggle with! Merry Christmas indeed...

One of the luxuries of never having to drive is the advantage of having a nap without killing everybody .

Things are getting rather hectic down upon Kingston Beach, with a re-enactment of the Battle of Jutland to celebrate the birth of Christ! It's my day off today, but any joy is tempered by a dentist appointment with that dreaded word ringing in my ears: extraction.

Here is Henry from a while back rocking it Cyndi Lauper-style

As this blog has demonstrated over the past 1,607 posts, Hobart is home to a lot of boats. What I have not stressed is the propensity for the owners of many – if not a majority – of those boats to pick a terrible pun as a name for their boats. Believe it or not, Concerto in Sea [pictured above] is indeed one of the wittier examples to be found in our many marinas and boatsheds around town. Just as in naming a child, the pressure of picking a moniker that will be able to weather the tests of time, trends and mean-spirited individuals is immense. I would like to think that I’ve performed well thus far with the world-renowned Henry and Ezra [with the added pressure of the pun tastic surname of Mc Crack en], and thus would flourish if faced with the challenge of a virgin ketch trembling in anticipation at the prospect of a lick of paint and a dignified name. That said, today I face a new kind of anxiety, Theme Thursday pressure! The Powers That Be have decided – in their infinite

Nothing pleases the little bloke more that a job well done . Whether it's climbing a mountain or seducing a supermodel, you can be assured of a big smile at the end of proceedings!

The Grand Old Dame makes another appearance in yet another hurried post as I hurtle towards Christmas with nary a concern for my health and sanity! I'm going to miss her when she's gone . It will be as depressing as the time I realised that the Keanu Reeves' character in The Matrix has the poncey name of Neo , rather than the subtle genius of Neil as the Christ figure of the pretend world. I could get behind a saviour called Neil.

Quick tip for new players: NEVER turn your back on Henry during a game of chess. Your horsey will be outta there before you even know it! The key thing to remember with you Hank is, no matter how well you know the rules of the game, he always has a little lagniappe for you...

More water! Above is the river Derwent at its most moody. Apologies for the late post. Meeting after meeting after meeting. You know how much I like meetings...

A pensive Ez considers man's inhumanity to man down on Howrah Beach.

It's Monday, and I have taken the day off. That can only mean one thing: the Messiah is coming! I even have a sign on top of a van to prove it. That said, not even the Messiah can prevent the tardy motorist getting a parking ticket down here in Salamanca. Word on the street has it that Joseph and Mary's donkey - Nigel, I do believe was his name - was ticketed as they browsed through the ridiculous tat innovative arts and craft that you can find in the tourist district .

And tonight, before a live studio audience, it's the JEN AND HEN SHOW.....!

The fine features of the Hyro building in Hobart. Sunday Top Five Eleven! Today's list is in celebration of Tasmania's epic run chase to defeat Western Australia on Friday, which saw rookie wicketkeeper Brady Jones snare two fours off the last two balls of a four day game, with no wickets to spare. It is only fitting then that today I offer up my Top Five Eleven Favourite Tasmanian Tigers! I've tried to keep a balanced squad, but top be honest, my distaste for the two most famous Tasmanian cricketers - Ricky Ponting and David Boon - has seen me pass them over at the selection table. Similarly, two imports - Michael Beven and Shane Watson - have also been overlooked because, well, I've never liked 'em. Thus, the side is not the strongest batting lineup ever seen. That said, if we have a green top and a bit of cloud in the sky, I'd wager that my pace attack would keep any scores very low. McCracken's Tasmanian Tigers All-Time Squad Jamie Cox : Wynyard's