Wednesday, 30 June 2010

To Paraphrase The Dead Kennedys

 

Too Hot To Blog*

 

In the meantime look at the otters kissing, look at them aaaaah

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*Not helped by the fact that the aircon in the room where I do my presentations has been bust since Thursday, I’m on a litre of water an hour and a Dioralyte sachet at the end of the day.

 

Now look at the otters again, aaaaah.

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13 comments:

'eddle said...

ahhhhhhhhh to the cute otters:-)
Poor you to having bust air con. No air con in my classroom and full of 30 hot bodies:-(

James Higham said...

Er ... yeah.

Mark Wadsworth said...

There's a truck driver's gear change in that song.

Pavlov's Cat said...

@ James : Steady now, {see below}

@ 'eddle : yes, but they are only 7 years old , so that's about 10 real people heat wise really?

@Mark: You really need to let this gear change thing go, it's becoming an obsession. :)

Unlike the 'cows' which is a Public Service

Pseudonymph said...

I thought you were taking a Holiday in Cambodia*



*shows age.
We have heard about your 'heatwave'. Getting into the high 20s, is it?

Pavlov's Cat said...

You may mock, but I swear you could fry an egg on the pavement yesterday, it must have been at least 28C.

"Phew What A Scorcher!"

Mark Wadsworth said...

You wouldn't want to eat it though, so what would be the point?

Ross said...

Awwwwwww.

Those otters are lovely..... and would make a great coat lining.

'eddle said...

Actually they are 11 and half of them are taller than me! Yeah I know; not hard!

Pavlov's Cat said...

@Ross

See My Vest

JuliaM said...

Heh! Love 'The Simpsons'... ;)

Dangerouslysubversivedad said...

Gotta love the way that 70's punk icons like the DKs have now thoroughly embraced modernity by acrimoniously splitting up and then repeatedly suing each other for the remaining assets - whilst also slagging each other off to their respective audiences at every opportunity.

Fresh Meat For Rotten Lawyers, or something.

Pavlov's Cat said...

@DSDad
Don't forget the ones doing adverts

Mr John Lydon and 'country life butter'
Iggy Pop selling insurance, who saw that one coming