These are all finds from Tumblr.  If you tumble, leave me a comment with your tumblog. Mine is here with a shiny new theme.

Anyway, busy busy lots to do as always. I shall leave you with this picture which made me laugh so hard. I actually scrolled down only part way when I saw it for the first time and I exclaimed “that is the best cat I have ever seen!” before fully appreciating the hilarity of the sign. Enjoy!

And a ‘joke’ for good measure:

We had a Charlie in the house. I think it may have been bigger than the one I found in our office. I took it to the bath so I could take his picture without him running away.

I wasn’t happy that you couldn’t appreciate his size though. So I used some things to compare.  Like a razor…

Some eye drops…

My pinkie finger…

But you still cannot really get an idea of its height! Yes, height! So I tried to snap him on my arm. He ran fast though so it’s a bit blurry.

He was then released into the wild to go and make a million baby Charlies.

It’s been a while since I have shared some Monkey love.  Thought that this Warholizer was the perfect vehicle to do just that.

In the summer of 1986, I was particularly taken with a young woman with attitude called Madonna asking her papa not to preach. I thought she was the bees knees. On watching her video, presumably on Top of the Pops as this was in the days pre-MTV (it’s hard enough to remember when MTV played videos, let alone when we didn’t have it at all), my mum tutted loudly with disapproval. I took real umbrage at this; how dare she tut at my new heroine?!

When I asked Mum why she was tutting, I do not remember exactly what she said but I am sure she would have called her either vulgar or common (her favourite insult).  When pressed for a little clarification, it became clear that the source of the problem was not (necessarily) that the song was about teenage pregnancy (although in hindsight I realise this might have got up her nose a bit).  Nor was it the fact that she snogs the face off the delicious and grubby looking Alex McArthur (although again, this may have had something to do with it!  Also, I really had a major 10 year old’s crush on him.  Swoon!).

The problem was the shirt she was wearing in the video.

I remember being very surprised and confused by this. I remember vehemently defending Madonna’s pride in her Italian heritage. I remember saying to my mum ‘It just means that she thinks that Italians do things better, in general.” I remember not really understanding what my mum thought it really meant.  I remember thinking I knew best (something that still happens, unfortunately).

Innocence is understanding the concept of teenage pregnancy but not really understanding exactly how it happens. And not knowing what ‘doing it’ means. Sadly, Madonna’s shirt will remain an untested hypothesis as far as this blogger is concerned.