Off to Fife again today, to whisk a gorgeous young student away from her dissertation to buy her lunch and see if her incredibly fit friend still fancies me, or at least remembers who I am. There's a picture of her draped over me somewhere on this site - the friend that is.
In other news, an old friend, deeply upset at the loss of Steve Irwin, has started a poetry tribute to him. The best will be sold to raise money for his conservation fund. So, without further ado, I give you Steph Lunn's tribute, penned in a moment of grief last Friday.
Golden crinkly spaces of time will passIf you'd like to submit a poem (no time wasters please), email email@example.com with the subject line "croc poet." I think she had a bit of a crush on him, poor thing.
But your khaki-tinted memory will last
And when we watch you handling snakes
What hearts your memory will break
How odd that we still fancied you a bit
As you rolled around in crocodile sh*t *(no swearing in the office)
But all good things must come to an end
Someday our sad little hearts will mend
So next time I’m chasing Komodo Dragons up a tree
I will close my eyes and think of thee
And while with your memory I’m smitten
I will try my best not to get bitten….
And with a bottle of wine so white
We’ll drink to you and your crocs tonight
RIP Steve xx