You'd be grumpy too....

There you are innocently resting your head - perhaps catching up with a little sleep and dreaming about the hoard (or is it horde) - and what do the health an safety buffoons do? Build a fence round your head. I mean, what's that about then? Do they think that pathetic little chain is going to stop obnoxious little kids climbing on me - or for that matter me making a nice little hors d'oeuvres of them?

They'll be putting up warning signs next - "keep off the dragon" or "don't poke the dragon or he'll breath fire on you and then eat you for tea - perhaps with scrambled eggs and a cup of tea." Or worse still plonking some uniformed numpty there to "guard" - as if a dragon needs bloody guarding.

You'd be grumpy...you would!

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Balloons...

Just a rather fine snap of some balloons - nothing profound to say about them. Except that the world needs more ballons, more party poppers and generally more fun.

Perhaps that's why I'm so grumpy?

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Smiling through gritted teeth....

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Sometimes a piece of writing just catches my personal zeitgeist (if there is such a beast). And this piece from that smiling old grump Phil Kirby does just that - glance at this quick excerpt then go read the whole piece:

Happiness, I want to argue, is not an unalloyed good, a condition we should all naturally wish to aim and aspire towards. No matter what all the self help books would like you to believe, happiness is not all it’s cracked up to be. In fact, happy people are bad, boring and barmy.

Go enjoy but don't smile too much!

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