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by jennifer daniel for the New York Times

colourful, loquacious and exuding flair ...

... my sort of bird, really!

self-topping fluffy 'uns

Even though I realise I'm very very late in discovering this, I have only just done recently. However, upon such a delightful find, I immediately got a copy of the first book as a present for a friend on his birthday. I hope he likes it as I'm aware this may not be everyone's cup of tea. Definitely mine.
The very original trials and tribulations of these self-destructive bunnies really make me giggle. Have to check out Mr. Riley's other work 'cos this is dead promising.

The Book of Bunny Suicides: Little Fluffy Rabbits Who Just Don't Want To Live Any More by Andy Riley

catch, catch, catch...

This is where I was last week. Hang on, last week? More like two weeks ago; time bloody flies (whether you're having fun or not), innit?

During my visit home, I spent one whole day with one of my oldest friends catching up and catching some needed sun and fresh air. We caught a train and went on a day trip to Sitges, where I had not been in ages and which remains as gorgeous as always (the old town, that is).
Isn't that the tallest palm tree you've seen in ages, by the way?

The piccies speak for themselves, it was a beautiful day, just what the doctor ordered.

Speaking of which, I think I'm catching a nasty cold. I've been on and off under the weather (literally and figuratively) since I came back and I'm afraid it may be finally catching up with me. Oh well, that must be the catch: not being ready for it and getting a tad poorly back up North under changing weather and force n winds after a relaxing break.

Another couple of pictures that speak for themselves (just a few hours difference between the two images). How to catch a cold:

Atchoo!

Fred Ott's Sneeze (film by William K.L. Dickson)
The Edison Kinetoscopic Record for a Sneeze

I hate...

...trying to blow a chewing gum bubble
and losing it to the wind!

(somewhat annoying for me, but also pretty
gross for those cycling behind me... sorry!)

a-ranting & a-moaning
-a weekly-ish series that will captivate the hearts of young and old alike-

a whole new (foot)ball game

¡¡Las pelotas, Cli Cli, las pelotas!!

A few weeks ago I read in passing on a networking site (still believe them to be potentially harmful when not used well) that ex-colleague and creative bird C was asking whether anyone had any punctured balls (!!) lying about. As you do.

When I inquired further she explained she'd gotten inspiration while visiting a jewellery fair and wanted to have a go at making something using old leather footballs herself. Her usual tactic seems to be just popping by her local football club and begging for any balls that are kaput. She also mentioned that they are rather drab, your traditional black and white sort.

At that moment, I thought to myself: "I may know just the person"; a certain someone who works at a small creative agency, outside the city centre, where they play footie during their lunch break. I asked him and, hey presto, colourful balls ahoy!

Miss C has been dying to get her hands on them and was dead excited to hear there was a pink one too! I, myself, find the golden one particularly gorgeous.

Right, Cli Cli, I know you are away on a long weekend and will not read this until you are back. Just wanted to let you know the hand-over has been successful. The ball is rolling. I've passed them on so that you can collect "las pelotitas" next weekend. Hooray!

Cannot wait to see what you create this time!

I love the jewellery C makes with recycled materials. I am the proud owner of one of her bicycle-tyre necklaces. You can visit her at kklak.

Note: Many thanks to the unofficial football supplier, much appreciated (nogmaals bedankt, hoor!) and to the selfless messenger-lady M (¡muchas gracias a ti también, eh, salerosa!).