Category: Flocks and work animals

Zeus

This is an absolutely phenomenal bike photo, and I haven’t got the faintest who it’s by. (My front page displays photos from a Flickr feed using a WP plugin. Until now I thought I preferred the sheep.)

Off-topical tranny

The last time I went down Ridley Road market, this geezer (nature of usage: advisèd) was selling a sheep that looked as if he’d slaughtered it himself while on acid in the back of his Mondeo. Things are changing, notes the wonderful Hackney Gazette, via April Angell@KissMyPanties.com, via Albert Pantygirdle, who is back on the…

Headgear

Some people think that Marc‘s headgear is sheepish, others that it is Phrygian. One significant advantage is that, upside-down, it makes an excellent beard. Elsewhere, Jill Bollman writes: To make my son’s sheep costume, I used a pair of cream-colored long underwear and glued bunched pillow batting all over it. Next, I bought a cream-colored…
Marc Sheep

Flickr feed

The front-page pic is now generated by “goat” rather than “sheep”. I hope this causes no offence.

Much ado about mutton

I blog pseudonymously in a couple of other places in order to be able to write with more freedom. The other day I was about to start a blog about litigious sheep when I suddenly realised that it ain’t what you sue but the way that you suet. So I melted them down and started…

Drought

As prices soar, Ayesha Christie’s got a handy 10-point cultural history of olive oil. Things are tough here: the first blackberries were dessicated horrors, deciduous trees are losing their leaves like it’s November, and Boo Peep has had all her sheep carted off to the knacker’s since there’s nothing left for them to eat. One…

Bolívar on democracy

Since my reader in the northern hemisphere is spending all his time hanging around in a beach bar, hoping someone will talk to him, I’m going to post the occasional bit of new-to-me nonsense from down south until things cool down again in September. I think there’s no question that we’re all going to end…

Is Michael Moore a resurrected Saracen monster?

European acceptance of Michael Moore’s new anti-Americanism has been greatly assisted by the loving detail with which he depicts the country he has invented, bursting with gun- and God-happy fatties and ruled over by a Semitic mafia. Here, from El Semanario Curioso, Histórico, Erudito, Comercial, Público y Económico, El Blasón de Cataluña (1842; cited in…