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A platitude is simply a truth repeated till people get tired of hearing it.

Seal at play #1. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011. As I might have mentioned previously, we’ve just spent Easter in Melbourne. One of the delights that we took in during our stay was the zoo. Of all the animals on display, I particularly liked the seals Seal at play #2. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011. We got a good look at the Australian Fur Seals , from both above and below. Seal at play #3. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011. It’s a large display, with plenty of space for the critters to swim about the place, in both sun and shade (hence the different tones of the photographs). Seal at play #4. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011. If you do find yourself in Melbourne, and enjoy watching animals at play, you could do worse than a day at the zoo!

It's not the despair, Laura, I can stand the despair. It's the hope.

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

Love, life's sweetest reward. Let it flow, it floats back to you.

I've utilised the zoom a little bit to see what's happening up there on the bridge. If you look very closely, I think that you can just about see Captain Stubing chastising "Gopher" Smith for another of his whacky, harebrained schemes. I do like the fact that Gopher somehow made it into Congress after The Love Boat went off air. It seems odd to me that Captain Stubing didn’t somehow end up President though. Similarly, it seems a great shame to me that Barack Obama became the first African American President, instead of Jimmie Walker (J. J. Evans in Good Times ). Don’t tell me that the inauguration speech couldn’t have been livened up with a “ Dy-no-MITE ” and a spin.

Good times. Good times.

Taken a little after Christmas, here is Henry looking bemused after I reflected upon a tale of lessons learned long ago. Here I found myself and the little bloke standing outside a licensed establishment that sometime ago had a somewhat less than wholesome reputation. I remember one incident clearly, just before closing, with only the tired and emotional flotsam and jetsam that remains after a big night . Of course, at this point flotsam is threatening to smash jetsam's head in with a bar stool over some trifle incident involving the relative merits of Ian Botham over Imran Khan. Kinky Friedman summed up Friday nights like this better than anyone else I can think of when he observed Friday night was the night most people thought they were supposed to have fun. Trouble was most people didn't know what fun was or how to have it, so things usually ended up pretty ugly. So this particular Saturday morning was the ugly child of another Friday night when this 'lady' with cut...