Love this cop. I want him to take the search for this Alien Big Cat seriously but I love that he is enjoying the silliness of a tiger on the loose in America.
‘Trained to catch him by the toe’ and ‘if he hollers we will let him go’. I love it!
Of course he might not find it so amusing if the tiger starts chewing on his head…
Search fails to find tiger reported roaming free in Washington state | Herald Sun.
How nice was this. We are taking mum out for lunch on Saturday as part of her mothers day present so the Man of the House and I took a drive down there to book the table.
On our way out the door I walked past one of the ladies who worked there as she was arranging a flower display. She smiled at me, then asked if I would like a bunch of flowers. Of course I would! She handed one to me and said they had just had a new delivery and the old ones were still too beautiful to throw out.
Such a lovely gesture made my day and I thought I would share them with you all too. Thank you unknown lady! 🙂
An added bonus was that it gave me a chance to tease the Man. He had walked ahead to the car as I was perusing the goods in the shop. Once I caught up with him he looked quizzically at the expensive flowers as if to ask how much they cost.
I said, ‘don’t worry. I didn’t pay for them, some really hot guy just gave them to me.’ For just a minute there he was not sure if I was serious or not. Unfortunately I cracked up, spoiling the illusion. 😉
We all know what pirates were rumoured to do to their victims, make them walk the plank, preferably with circling sharks below, right? Not a nice way to go.
Apparently the punishment meted out to one pirate by these particular landlubbers was far more bloodthirsty!
This article from 1905 retells a story published in the 18th century in a book called A History of Essex.
Apparently a Danish pirate was caught in the act of defiling a church at Hadstock, Essex, 900 years earlier.
It was clearly a bad move on his behalf, and the priests decided to make an example of him to discourage others who thought a church might be an easy target.
Interestingly, they thought the best way to teach this lesson was to flay him and nail his skin to the front door. Eeeek! I expect that such a display made sure the parishioners were a little more obedient for a time too.
Over the years, this pirate’s hide was taken away piece-by-piece by souvenir hunters until the story was almost forgotten. Now, I love an unusual souvenir myself, but bits of human skin? No thanks!
The reason this story was being retold in this 1905 article was that the door had recently been taken away for repairs. Under a hinge was found a last remnant of flesh.
Obviously bits of old pirate were still quite collectable all those years later. That last scrap was mounted in a box with a collection of literary references and sent off to be auctioned. It was sold for £3 which was probably more than a weeks average wage.
I was very excited to read this article this afternoon and I had to share it with you
Unexploded bomb found in Ballarat museum | Herald Sun.
It is good to see that the tradition of unexploded bombs being found in inappropriate places (like ovens, octopuses and sharks) continues to this day.
An unexploded World War I bomb was found in a Ballarat museum by a volunteer doing some packing. Possible death was probably not what that person expected to find amongst the exhibits!
The kids were excited when I read the article to them, we have been to this museum, the thought of being in a room with something like that was utterly delicious to them. They wanted to rush back there immediately! They were disappointed when I told them the bomb would be taken care of by then and would not be a danger any more…
From now on I expect every time we go to a museum they will view each piece of military hardware with suspicion! Or is that anticipation? 🙂
Today I was trying to think of a different bit of music to share with you and I remembered On the Punt by The Aerial Maps. This song is poetry.
Songwriter and singer Adam Gibson sings about his memories of his race loving father and his travels with him. Old Valiants, hot car seats that burned his legs, pies from the pie shop, bags of hot chips and phone TAB. It is full of Aussie-isms.
I don’t come from a punting family, but whenever I hear race-calling like the start of this song I am immediately whisked back to Aunty A___’s kitchen. The table is covered in delicious treats and we are all settling down for a family lunch. A black transistor radio is playing the horse races constantly in the background. A particular race would start and she would go over and stand by it listening, hoping for a win.
The first time I heard this song we were on holiday. I was making breakfast and listening to Macca* on our little wind-up radio. We were in the campground of the Marla Roadhouse in outback South Australia, on our way home from Alice Springs, the perfect environment to listen to this very Aussie song.
I wish this clip was done with crackly old film in an old car driving those non-specific coastal roads. Unfortunately it is only a photo montage of the band, sorry, it was the only one I could find!
You’ll just have to shut your eyes and pretend you are that kid with a custard tart in an old car, listening to the radio with your dad. 😉
*Macca does a talkback radio show on the ABC on Sunday mornings called Australia All Over. He talks to (and remembers) everyone. The characters who call up the studio or drop in to his show when he is on the road are amazing, farmers, old bushies, CWA ladies, you just never know what gems he will come up with.
After the suspicious post about wolves chasing down and eating an entire wedding party from the other day I have been doing some searching and have come to the conclusion that wolves like wedding cake. Or maybe brides. Either way, if I ever get married I will be sure to stay away from wolf infested forests on the trip home.
In 1895 this wedding party in Hidos, Hungary, made the mistake of taking the dense forest route home from the ceremony. They were set upon by hungry wolves and thirteen lives were lost. In this tale at least some of the people managed to make it to safety, unlike the other lot from 1911 who threw their women and children to the ravening hordes* in order to make their escape.
Let this be a lesson to you. No wedding dresses in wolfy forests, ok?!
If any of you out there have a pet wolf I would love to know. Do wolves like wedding cake? If you are clad in bridal attire are you more likely to be chomped? Could you check? No, don’t! Just kidding!
I think the combination of a cold winter and a possibly drunken and inattentive crowd making their way through the dark forest would be something no wolf could resist no matter what the prey was wearing….
*I did a bit more looking around in the old articles after all of you showed such interest in that Worst Wedding Ever post to see if I coud find any more details.
Apparently the wedding party numbered about 120 and the two survivors did throw the women and children to the pursuing wolves to save themselves, with the bride and groom being the last to go. Some articles commented on the state of the two survivors being semi-demented when they reached safety.
Funnily enough, not one of the many accounts I read pointed out in a negative way that they had just allowed 118 people to die in order to save themselves! I bet those two never got an invite to a family get-together ever again.
Here is a link to a long and dramatic news account of the event if you would like to experience the full horror. No demands for punishment at the end though, mores the pity.