I see there are new Smurfs (finally!) in a petrol station marketing campaign.
This hand-painted beauty is from the first Smurf Attack of the early 1970’s.
NO other garage (petrol station/gas station) offered ANYTHING comparable.
For the next week I’ll be sure that my house sheep will be well watched at night.
She’s fine with Neil too, just quietly looked at him and retreated.
He went for his “hissing ball of claws and vanish into the night” greeting.
F’fucks sake, I just looked at a diary and realised Neil will be 10 this christmas.
Seems old, but I guess 20 years to go until he’s the worlds oldest cat is another way to think.
Look at him, that’s one fuckin’ nice kitty right there.
Traditionally the arrival of the first lambs heralded the start of Spring.
Now it really just shows the gamble some farmers take to get the first meat onto the table for premium prices. They breed them early, to birth early, in the chance there won’t be another heavy fall of snow.
And when that snow comes every year, “oh woe is me” say those farmers, “how could this have happened? Again? Poor me.”
Whilst the baby lambs die out in the cold.
I finally got my dream computer, the Sinclair ZX81.
It’s gonna run all my email, so messages must now be mailed to me on cassette, in that skreechy-whistley 1981 audio version of BASIC.