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May 20th is World Bee Day and on this day in 1734 Anton Jansa, the pioneer of beekeeping was born. The purpose of the international day is to acknowledge the role of bees and other pollinators in the ecosystem.
That’s important because a dwindling global bee population can only be bad news for puny humans as the bees pollinate an awful lot of the crops and flowers that we depend on for food. Without them we are somewhat doomed so it’s probably best if we take a bit better care of our little insect cousins and make sure they can continue doing their job.
As a big bonus, they also know how to make honey. Without that we’d be left with wasp gravy and you wouldn’t want that on your morning toast.
The stigma against male pole dancing is a real and worrisome fact for all those involved. That’s why instead of hiring out dance studios it has now moved into a thriving underground scene where they meet at secret locations in various cities throughout the world for clandestine dance offs.
I didn’t actually get to see any action as it was the middle of the day when I took this photo but I now know what I’m doing next Friday…
Oksana here has the ability to make anyone sneeze with but a twinkle of her eye. Much like the photic sneeze reflex – a reflex condition that causes sneezing in response to stimuli such as bright lights. It’s not entirely clear how she came by this ability although there are some rumours involving a mad chemistry teacher called Mr Atkins, a talking mongoose called Gef and book that one of them found in a box marked do not open.
The whole thing would seem a little far fetched except a lot of people seem to die around her. Much like Jessica Fletcher from Murder She Wrote but without the old lady sleuthing. The deaths are always amusingly different but most autopsies seem to indicate that they could have been convulsing prior to their supposed ‘accident’. Much like if you were sneezing increasingly quickly and violently. But then again I’ve got an overactive imagination.
Probably best if I don’t share my suspicions with her…
She’s on A2 and made using a healthy dose of imagination, spray paint, acrylic, paint pen and charcoal.
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It’s been a long while since we’ve delved into the murky world of celebrity quotes. Today we’ve got Coldplay front man Chris Martin with, what I think we can all agree, is a pretty odd quote.
It both shows his awareness of his popularity with a certain segment of the population whilst simultaneously showing disdain for the other part of the population that would like to shake him by the hand – assumably for bringing his music to the world rather than because they have a taser concealed in their palm. Gloves or helmet? What a modern dilemma. Who knows? If I were you Chris I’d go belt and braces and wear them both…
Whilst painting I managed to spill my cup of tea. Usually a catastrophe of such proportions would cause me to curl up in the fetal position and start crying over the waste of such lovely nectar. This time however, before my tear ducts could react, I saw something in the spill.
Before I knew it the Muse was upon me and I searched frantically for a pencil lest my creative urge abandoned me. After about a long minute of searching I found one behind my ear (damn those days spent on building sites) now all I had to do was a few quick lines and the Muse disappeared to relieve Molly Quirke (age 9) of a small case of creative block related to drawing a horse.
Conditions were perfect. The boat had never been in a better state and his mind was focused. Many had said it was impossible to sail the buff single handedly but he’d prove them wrong. He had to. He’d staked his reputation and his entire life savings on proving them wrong. Now was time to open up the sails and see if he’d fall off the far side of the buff like so many were claiming. Here goes nothing…