This will hurt me...

Have you ever seen such bedroom eyes?

10 Murray: to be crucified at the alter of good taste , April 2010. A large - if not the central - part of the reason that I would not like 10 Murray to go is explained by the following poem. I want a true history of my city, not an airbrushed, tourist-friendly, blandishments dominant theme park of convicts, sandstone and trees. PLEA FOR A HISTORY OF WORKING-CLASS LEEDS , by Barry Tebb I want a true history of my city FUCK THE DE LACY FAMILY AND DOUBLE FUCK JOHN OF GAUNT ESPECIALLY And all his descendants With their particular vilenesses - I met one in the sixties Who had all the coldness of Himmler So svelte and adored by the cognoscenti. I want a history responsive To the needs of the working-class One that will minute the back-to-backs Spread over the city like a seamless robe SO FUCK CUTHBERT BRODERICK’S TOWN HALL BRIDEWELL AND MAGISTRACY. I want a history of the culture Of the working class and not Hoggart’s slimy gone-up-in-the-world Jabber for the curious bourgeoisie He was es

Why is Henry looking so sad? Is it because we've seen (and enjoyed very much) the Hi-5 Surprise live show this afternoon, and won't see it again?

Art! Turning over a new page. April 2010. It's art! Apparently.

Give me that camera!

View from the corner of Elizabeth and Davey Street. An April morning, 2010. It's going to have to be a very quick Theme Thursday today, too bloody busy by half. Too busy, perhaps, even for LUNCH.

We're still at the communal showers phase here. The key concern at the moment doesn't concern hair washing or tooth brushing, it involves the dangers inherent in dancing on wet and slippery floors. Seriously, we're going to have a spill one of these evenings.

We're getting the last of the Cruise Ships before Winter hits. I'm kind of surprised that they're still coming, to be honest. There were a lot of Canadians on this one. Canadians remind me of a New Zealander cross bred with an American. In a puffy red jacket. Aye.

I bet that you never knew Ezra was once a member of U.S. Special Forces!

Ah the Good Old Days ™, how we miss 'em! You might know them better as a Thermos®, but this bloke liked his vacuum bottle so much he appears to have beaten/murdered/dismembered his missus all over misplacing it! For enhanced comedic effect, the fuzz appear to be utilising heavy-handed interrogation techniques to get to the bottom of the matter. I've long said, we don't laugh off domestic violence enough these days...

The sun always shines on TV Bellerive. April, 2010. Word was passed on to me the other day concerning a disturbing event that confronted crafty knitter, sometime blogger and erstwhile commenter Blackie in the middle of the night. Awoken by a rustling sound, Ms Blackie assumed that the culprit must surely be a roaming dirt magnet . However, a brief spot of reconnoitring revealed the true malefactor was not of the toddle genus, it was in fact a plain old Mus musculus exploring some half finished knitting. Now, it is not my business to get into the rights or wrongs of musophobia, nor have I any knowledge of whether or not a Gertrude of Nivelles appeared in the guise of a strapping young man. What I can say, however, is that in the middle of the night I'd rather find a mouse explore my half-completed shrug still on the round (in a Continental fashion) than a tattoo-d escaped convict doing a poo in my handbag!

He grins even in his sleep.

Preparing one's leave. April, 2010. . There is something very nice about Autumn light. It might be getting colder, but it appears the Derwent is also getting blue-r more blue! I knew a bloke once, nice bloke, he liked to swim. That's all.

Ez and I have been practising some tackling drills. Like the best, we do it on the concrete, as it 'encourages' him to keep on his feet during the moment of body contact.

There are always cars going up and down the East Derwent Highway. April, 2010. Today's Sunday Top Five? Top Five Nicknames For Henry If He Was A Heavyweight Boxer ! » The Hobartian Martian » The Down Under Wonder » Right Hand Hank » Hit Him Him In The Head Again Henry » Sweet Potato Pie As usual, votes/alternate suggestions over the fold!