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Nothing is stranger to man than his own image.

If we spot a shark... I have no idea what we will do. If we spot a Killer Whale , we'll eat well tonight!

why do they sneer at me?

Life is blossoming at St Johns Park! St Johns Park, New Town. December 2010 Is anyone up to the challenge to identify this flower? The Jew , by Isaac Rosenberg Moses, from whose loins I sprung, Lit by a lamp in his blood Ten immutable rules, a moon For mutable lampless men. The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy, With the same heaving blood, Keep tide to the moon of Moses. Then why do they sneer at me?

It is better to use fair means and fail, than foul and conquer.

Oops.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

Magic lurks within this ball. Home, Geilston Bay, December 2010. I managed to finish three books this week, with middling satisfaction. First up is an interesting collection of Heinrich Böll’s early short stories Children are Civilians too . Written in the immediate aftermath of the Second World War, Böll’s remit is to capture the perspective of the peoples of a defeated country who have to reconcile that defeat, the misery of post-war deprivation with the notion of national culpability. Excellent writer that he is, Böll effectively manages it. As such, it is a very good read. As you would expect, it’s incredibly sombre in tone, and evokes a period that we don’t often hear about. Well worth a look. The second book was one that came highly recommended – Misadventures , by Sylvia Smith. The story behind Smith's first book is like something out of a book. Smith, born at the close of the Second World War in the East End of London. She has gone through life as an unmarried, career secr...

I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.

There’s very little that is more fun than being naked .

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Climb at your own risk. New Town Road, New Town, December 2010. If you are a fan of lines in photographs, you could do worse than stand under one of these snapping away for a few minutes. In fact, after staring at this photograph for ninety seconds, I think that I have spotted a Desargues configuration. Have a close look… If A.a, B.b, C.c are concurrent , then (A.B) ∩ (a.b), (A.C) ∩ (a.c), (B.C) ∩ (b.c) are collinear ! Ain’t geometry grand?

Happiness is the longing for repetition.

Henry now is able to write his own name. I think that it is a magnificent achievement. Three cheers for Henry!