Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts

Sunday, 21 June 2026

Nicely Topical...

 


..as we expect from Matt

Who Doesn't Have 'Normal Fingers' Then?

Hundreds of "stunningly beautiful" blue sea creatures have washed up along parts of the Welsh coastline. Velella velella, commonly known as by-the-wind sailors and closely related to the Portuguese man o' war, have been spotted on beaches across Anglesey, Gwynedd and Tenby.

The only 'stunningly beautiful' things to be found on Welsh beaches. 

One woman who found one of the free-floating hydrozoans on Tenby South beach said it was "like a crystal".

Ah, yes, that famously jelly-like substance, crystal. 

Marine specialist Frankie Hobro, of Anglesey Sea Zoo, said the creatures were beautiful but warned people not to touch them due to their sting.
Although their sting is generally considered "very mild" in comparison to Portuguese man o' war, Hobro advised people not to touch them. "You probably wouldn't feel it through normal fingers because human skin is fairly thick," she said.

I knoe it's the Welsh, but c'mon man, they have normal fingers! Don't they?  

Sunday Funnies...

 If you invent a time machine, read this before using!

Sunday, 14 June 2026

Are You Sure?


It might be that Diane Abbott's just enjoying a day at the seaside...

"The horror! The horror!"

 


Famous movie quote updated for 2026 by the inimitable Matt...

Sunday Funnies...

 It really doesn't pay to listen to the lyrics and not just the music sometimes...

Thursday, 7 May 2026

It's D-Day!

Local elections, and a chance for people to cast a vote to give the people in charge a good kicking. but don't forget! 

Don't draw a cock on your ballot paper - last time, one got into No 10!

And never, ever vote Green!


My polling station is just two streets over, a short walk away so passport in hand I'll take a stroll on this, the last day of my impromptu holiday, and do my civic duty.

Update: A much longer walk than I’d thought - my local one is usually in a school, but the schools are all open, so it had been switched to a church hall several streets away. And to rub it in, on the walk there I passed another polling station in a community hall, much nearer! And inevitably, not the usual polling station means not the usual polling staff, three black women, and when I gave my address the one operating the iPad said she couldn’t find it, until I leaned over and pointed it out on the sheet of streets on the desk in front of her!