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Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you've got to start young.

A hairy Henry tempts fate (and seagulls).

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

From the tail end of the cricket season, Henry and Ezra seem bemused by this thing called 20Twenty. Or is it Twenty20? TwentyTwenty? 2020?

Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.

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

Any man more right than his neighbours constitutes a majority of one.

Here is the terrible twosome snapped by Jen just prior to their haircuts a couple of weeks ago. By all accounts, both boys were impeccably behaved, and came back a little less hirsute, if some-way short of the United States Marine Corps.

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task since it consists principally in dealing with men.

Henry is the champions! No time for LOSERS 'cos Henry is the champions ... of the world. Here is Henry doing his best impersonation of an Italian soccer player.

La génie n'est utre chose qu'une grande aptitude à la patience.

Another one from the huge reserve bank of unpublished kidlet shots. Here is Henry some months ago doing his best impression of Jane Birkin, circa '69. We are quite the fans of Ms Birkin's [ahem] work .

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

My beautiful little angel and oldest son, Henry , turns the big THREE today. I thought that I'd honour the little bugger with a trip down memory lane while I get stuck in to making pancakes for breakfast! Happy birthday Henry, you handsome devil!

Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures.

Here's one from a couple of months ago of a still-hairy Henry. Actually, he starting to get a little hairy again. This morning, I got him up out of bed, did a double take and thought to myself "how did this pale Che Guevara end up here?"

Wherever you are is the entry point.

Hairy Henry is back to delight the subcontinent! I think that he looks like [an incredibly pale] Imran Khan here. Like a TIGER , they say...

A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small bundle.

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!

Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be looking.

It's another hairy Henry this evening, this time holding out a n olive branch stick for all the peoples of the world. Don't trust him peoples. As soon as you get close enough, he's liable to whack you with the stick and make a run for it!