My new pets

Saturday, August 1, 2009 at 12:20PM
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I have decided to breed slugs. They are very tasty and prolific in the damp and smelly environment of the tent. Alas Mr Pet Human does not approve and therm my prime breeding specimen out into the dark, cold night. Many of my other specimens have drowned in Mr Pet Humans beer and he has unwittingly consumed a few. Still, I shall persist. Not sure what Mrs Pet Human will think when she stays after traditional, well anesthetised bopping session at the end of the festival tomorrow.

The damp is taking its toll. Mrs Pet Human has a horrible eye infection which means that she is scaring small children. We are concerned that it might develop into a sty, thereby occasioning lots of un-called-for Swine Flu jokes.

Another year, another folk festival.

Thursday, July 30, 2009 at 04:25PM
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Many years ago Mr Pet Human and I hatched a masterplan to convince Mrs Pet Human that the Folk Festival is a horrid, damp, noisy, smelly event that she wants no part of. This year our cunning plan came to fruition and Mrs Pet Human left Folkie Base Camp (the tent) after four hours, FOUR HOURS, to go home and watch Eastenders instead. It took some doing, especially as there was a good chance of spotting one of her heroines at the not Absolutely Fabulous Folk Festival. We have paid off the man who was spraying water on the tent as though it was raining, and the hordes of kids who we paid to trip over the guyropes and we've hit the bar. Hurrah!

Parkour in Paris

Tuesday, April 7, 2009 at 11:08PM
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Marathon? Pah, I did a bit of parkour instead (urban running) and here is a picture of me taking a short cut to the Seine (this is a Lâché, for those in the know).

Mr. Pet Human Causes a Kerfuffle

Monday, April 6, 2009 at 10:49PM
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We have just come back from Paris but we nearly didn't make it off the plane. Mr Pet Human found a bag under his seat - where bags are supposed to be - and called a stewardess. He had a good old rummage for bombs, etc, at which point the lady in the seat behind said 'that man's got my bag!'.

Oops.

Some people, can't take them anywhere.

Trav's Travels - updated

Saturday, March 14, 2009 at 11:27AM
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