Posts Tagged ‘guardian’


Meeting an Old Friend.

May 20, 2013

They hadn’t seen each other since before the war.

The last time they had met, petty worries about locking your door or whether the oven was on still existed, children still asked for toys at Christmas.

Times had changed. George had changed. He could just about remember a time when his back leg didn’t ache, when his thoughts were not so soupy. Just about.

The old dog screwed up his failing eyes to try to make out what the big brown shape lumbering towards him from across the road was. It certainly wasn’t the bus he was waiting for. Buses didn’t cross roads like that.

The brown smudge got much larger until it filled George’s vision, he took a little step back.

“George?” a familiar voice boomed above him, far too loud and close, as always.

Through the cloudy mess of his thoughts a bolt of recognition cut a path through George’s mind.

“Bill?” he whispered in disbelief as he craned his neck up to behold his old friend. “I can’t believe it! You’re still alive!”

“Hah, as if I would let a little war kill me off!” Bill smiled.

“Have I got some stories for you…” George sighed.

So they talked until the sun went down.


Bit of a departure from the norm there, not sure what came over me.

Thanks to Dannie for the image, which is obviously from the Guardian. Obviously. Dannie.


Open mouthed Panda joy.

October 1, 2010

A long time ago there were two panda cubs, Hades and Spielberg. They were young and ambitious, they wanted to be master chefs like on that programme on the BBC.

The pair were in perpetual competition, always trying to best one another, sharpening their skills.

They were constantly having impromptu cook-offs to try and catch each other off guard. Sometimes one would be sound asleep at 4am and the other would leap in, kick his adversary out of bed and scream “IT IS ON!” And they would both dash to the kitchen and start cooking up a storm.

For years this went on, nobody in The Excellent Panda Village Town (where they lived) could decide which of the two was the best, but everyone knew for sure they were becoming excellent cooks.

They became so good that the mayor asked them to make a meal for him and his wife, it was on the local news and made it into that rubbish third page in the Metro.

That was how they got noticed.

A few weeks after this they both received letters from a prominent TV chef offering them jobs as head chefs in two of his fanciest restaurants. It was the best news they had ever heard, and they gave each other a massive hug that was so powerful it had to be contained in a swing tyre.


And from another angle:

Thank you for these images, Kieren, and thank you for finding them here.