This will hurt me...

So you have all witness the BEFORE , now behold the magnificence and transformative beauty of the AFTER! I must give great credit to the proud and dignified conduct of my oldest baby, Henry [despite what he says, he'll always be my baby] upon getting his hair cut yesterday evening. He was tremendous. I hope that his keen supporters based in the subcontinent don't feel too let down by his neater appearance. Don't worry ladies, it won't last for long! Anyway, I have a whole bank of photos left to post, so we'll be seeing long haired Henry for a little while yet...

Down low at Mawson Place on Sullivan's Cove. I was hiding from a wallaby. Regular readers will know the commitment and ardour that have proven numerous times in the past with regards to highlighting the dangers that within the cold, black hearts of diminutive, cute ‘n cuddly creatures. If there is danger in the world, I’m onto it. Whether we are talking about marauding wallabies harassing old folk or badly-named kids , I’m there. Whether it is depraved seals molesting chaste penguins, I’m there. Whether it is something as ostensibly innocent as a boorish remark from an uncouth parrot , or as serious as neo-Nazi raccoons rampaging across Europe, I’m there. So when I heard about a racoon (I’ve no word as to whether it is sympathetic to Hitler or not) who chomped down on spirited Russian reveller Alexander Kirilov’s trouser snake , I thought “here we go again!” Yet on closer inspection, I must defend the right of this particular raccoon to use all reasonable force to repel the ...