This will hurt me...

Keef Richards in a lull during the Exile on Main Street Sessions , or Henry this time last week? YOU decide.

Problems with the InterTubes last night - a slow, tortuous exercise that bought back unhappy memories of dial up - meant that my usual nightly post of one of my offspring wasn't going to happen with the kind of patience unavailable to me after a week of work. Thus, you get this six week old shot of Ez looking like a Belarussian chef preparing calves tongue in 1976. Enjoy!

Another day, another reflection from a puddle of water. Here you can see the tops of the trees out the front of Parliament Lawn, as I meander down right by the waterfront. ATTENTION! ACHTUNG! ATTENZIONE! ВНИМАНИЕ! انتبه! 注意！ POZOR! ATTENTIE! HUOMIO! ΠΡΟΣΟΧΗ! שים לב! सावधान! FIGYELEM! PERHATIAN! 주의! UZMANĪBU! توجه! DİKKAT! Do not put the cart before the horse . This is an incorrect application of the technology. This will render the warranty of your cart null and void . Moreover , the horse, he does not like it. THANK YOU!

Here is another of what I label my 1970s Yugoslavia photographs. More Tuzla that Sarajevo perhaps, but a wet winter's shot nonetheless. Yes it is 10 Murray again looking tired. I promised it on Wednesday , so here you can have it now: part one of Ten True Things About Me : As a lad, my favourite colour was RED. At some point, my favourite colour has shifted to BLUE. I believe that this relates to a temperamental shift, rather than any unconscious political motives. When I was in high school - a period I broadly detested, by the way - people would often say "these are the best years of your life". I do not have the words to possibly express how depressing and disheartening that was to me. Gladly, they were quite wrong. [As an aside, how miserable their own adult lives must have been!] The depth of my feelings for both of my sons surprises me on occasion. Ultimately, it is something of a relief, as I honestly wasn't too sure how I'd feel about them before they arr...

From last weekend, you can see a still hairy Henry, with an increasingly scrappy Ezra, both enjoying the mess that they have made of the lounge room. Here, they are re-enacting the Second Punic War, with Henry taking the role of Hannibal, and Ezra the role of Scipio (that would be Scipio Africanus). It did not result in a cleaner house.

Another sunrise over Davey Street. To paraphrase Mr Hendrix from some time ago, excuse me while the sun KISSes the sky. Those of you who live in proper cities will be delighted to hear that this line of cars is what constitutes "heavy traffic" here in Hobart. It's Theme Thursday you see, and the challenge today is that of KISS . I would like to expand on the subject of KISSing, however life prevents me from exploring it in too much depth. That said, it is a practice that I quite enjoying – in the right sort of company of course. Alas, I am required at a three hour navel gaze interface all morning, so the best that I can manage is a list of five things that I’d rather be KISSing than go to this meeting today: Decrepit harpy Dame Margaret Thatcher (with tongues); The mangy cat that lurks around my bus stop of a morning (no tongues); A large sandpit full of mud, nails and dead gum leaves; Six of Snow White’s seven dwarves midgets little people (the current conce...

He's hungry, and he's headed your way. Be very, very careful.