Why do people not make documentaries about the Adelie penguin?

Clearly it is the best sort of penguin.

(I don't much know the etiquette, but the photo's from www.penguinworld.com)

Why do people not make documentaries about the Adelie penguin?

Clearly it is the best sort of penguin.

(I don't much know the etiquette, but the photo's from www.penguinworld.com)

Buds, Arts and the wrong things.

I used to be really quite offended when, come March, hitherto naked trees began to produce buds. Normally, as probably you know, I'm really very much into the clothing of nudity because of the whole inherent absurdity of the nudey human form, but naked trees I like. They do not make me laugh. I think them bold and striking and handsome. And then, every March, mostly without fail, they begin blurring their clean silhouettes with buds, and I am forced to ask them what silly bally nonsense they think they're playing at. But this year it doesn't much bother me. So that's probably some description of progress.

Now then. Art Garfunkel was interviewed on Breakfast TV yesterday morning. Did you know? He's really quite good at being interviewed, if possibly just a little bit too self-aware. He gave off an air of quite effortless intelligence and talked about how different bits of singing come from different parts of the throat and I do quite love his mathematical fascination with anatomical precision and the like, and when he said goodbye he called the interviewers by name, which I thought was quite nice.

And today I went looking for hand-related medicaments and was going to talk to a pharmacist, but the pharmacist was elsewhere and I couldn't find those clever gloves. So I bought a cardigan in a sale and a bag of dried pineapple pieces and a 1.1 litre pudding basin instead and then I came home. And that was more or less that.

Buds, Arts and the wrong things.

I used to be really quite offended when, come March, hitherto naked trees began to produce buds. Normally, as probably you know, I'm really very much into the clothing of nudity because of the whole inherent absurdity of the nudey human form, but naked trees I like. They do not make me laugh. I think them bold and striking and handsome. And then, every March, mostly without fail, they begin blurring their clean silhouettes with buds, and I am forced to ask them what silly bally nonsense they think they're playing at. But this year it doesn't much bother me. So that's probably some description of progress.

Now then. Art Garfunkel was interviewed on Breakfast TV yesterday morning. Did you know? He's really quite good at being interviewed, if possibly just a little bit too self-aware. He gave off an air of quite effortless intelligence and talked about how different bits of singing come from different parts of the throat and I do quite love his mathematical fascination with anatomical precision and the like, and when he said goodbye he called the interviewers by name, which I thought was quite nice.

And today I went looking for hand-related medicaments and was going to talk to a pharmacist, but the pharmacist was elsewhere and I couldn't find those clever gloves. So I bought a cardigan in a sale and a bag of dried pineapple pieces and a 1.1 litre pudding basin instead and then I came home. And that was more or less that.

Oh, oh, oh.

Sorry. I'll go away in a minute. But they're talking on the news about a row between Gordon Brown and a minister and they're just playing illustrative clips of Yes, Minister with no introduction or explanation or anything and I think that's a bit great. What on earth have they done to the grand canyon?

Oh, oh, oh.

Sorry. I'll go away in a minute. But they're talking on the news about a row between Gordon Brown and a minister and they're just playing illustrative clips of Yes, Minister with no introduction or explanation or anything and I think that's a bit great. What on earth have they done to the grand canyon?