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Knowledge only means complicity in guilt; ignorance has a certain dignity.

These seagulls were photographed down by Bellerive beach, right next to the local cricket ground. A man’s home is his CASTLE , they say. I am wondering if that holds for seagulls. It is pure speculation of course, but I believe that these seagulls’ CASTLE is the magnificent Bellerive Oval , home of the lacklustre insipid mighty Tasmanian Tigers cricket team! It’s Theme Thursday you see, and we are talking CASTLEs. Unfortunately, we have a severe shortage of CASTLEs, knights, princesses and all that rigmarole here in Tasmania, and even the illustrious Bellerive Oval - home of the 2006–07 Pura Cup Sheffield Shield winners [and now with added floodlights] - is about as impenetrable as Madonna’s knickers [zing!]. Thus, you get another photo of some seagulls, some nonsense about cricket and a lame really funny joke at Madonna's expense. I call that a win-win.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Sometimes the morning brings with it such sunshine of which dreams are made. This sunshine presents a five minute window whereby the reflection off the McMansions on the hill renders them quite interesting (whereupon the sun shifts, and they revert to hideously ugly monstrosities that are a blight on the landscape). Fun fact of the day! I like the song Fat Bottomed Girls in an equal but opposite correlation to the song Bicycle Race . Think of it as Queen with magnets .

I don't mind praying to the eternal Father, but I must be the only man in the country afflicted with an eternal mother.

Here you can see a statue of Edward VII, who would have to be one of the most-statued dudes (that's the technical term for "subject of statues") going around. You know about the Edwardian period, the start of a new century, lots of sunshine and frolicking, significant changes in technology and society yada yada yada. His work in trying to get everyone in Europe to just get along earned him the soubriquet of the Peacemaker . Fair enough. The trouble is, I’m not sure how much he deserves it. I mentioned before about the whole “war that was supposed to end all wars but really just ended a bit inconclusively at the cost of something like 37 million casualties, then became a diplomatic shambles, then fostered resentment, fed into a volatile international financial and political scene, then led to a whole bunch of small wars, then one ruddy great war that had an estimate 72 million casualties”. Yeah that one. Anyway, I’m not sure that the King of the United Kingdom and the Bri...