This will hurt me...

Here is a blast from the [recent] past: Ezra tickling the ivories [ooh err missus]. I have been trying to encourage a taste for Chopin, but he is veering dangerously into honkeytonk territory. If he stays on this course, he's gonna end up playing in some flea-bitten house of ill repute somewhere in East Baton Rouge.

Another day, another shot of the surface of the water. Yes, it is the Derwent River again! In my world, it seems that the terrible twos have mutated into the wretched threes early, and we have one junior Idi Amin - only with less concern for others - on our hands. It makes for a pleasant day. I suppose that it could be worse, he could be Roman Polanski. If he were Roman, however, at least we could on Hollywood to stand by him ! It's a good thing that Polanski only raped a young girl, and not anything to do with dogs . The public's forgiveness has its limits, you know!

Last time I posted one from this series, I copped some flak for comparing Henry to Audrey Hepburn, the implication being that he will resent it. I've taken that on board, so this time I will say that Henry reminds me of Audrey Tautou .

Barbed wire seems to be a theme around the Battery Point area. It seems that once the middle classes decided to slum it, and they managed to shift the riff raff out, they are hell bent on keeping them out for good. Here is Shed Number Two on a grey old day. Personally, I think that razor wire would be far more effective...

Step aside Paris Hilton, we have a new diva in town! Every day, in every way, Ez just keeps getting better and better.

Ummmm. Theme Thursday you say? A tricky one. As ever, I have chosen the photo before making myself aware of the theme. It keeps the challenge up. This one is not too tricky though... The theme today is FLIGHT, and when you say flight, the word that immediately comes to me does not evoke birds, wind or airports; it is the cold, hard truth of reality . Here, two typical Tasmanian CSIRO-employed nerds hunks are taking a well earned lunch break from their daily humdrum reality of, I dunno, measuring seagull farts. Re-creating Hemingway’s allegorical commentary on his philosophy of Manhood – The Old Man and the Sea – these two epitomes of manhood are locked in a desperate battle of wills with nature’s greatest beast: fish the ego . For the most part, reality is a bummer. Back when Generation X hadn’t been superseded by the vacuous, self-absorbed nitwits of Generation Y (why indeed), the kids used to say reality bites . It bites especially hard when you’re stuck at work. So dudes like th...

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?"