Posts from the “Humour” Category

My biggest chuckle of the day came from these 2 signs I saw in 2 shops in a very classy Georgian shopping  arcade in Dublin..The idea of  posh children,  high  on caffeine, running back to nanny clutching real live fluffy bunnies was too funny  for me not to let out a large guffaw! The grammatical error in the woolly warning does not distract from the image of unruly children  being turned into jumpers. I like it here.

SONG OF THE DAY -Rabbit in your Rucksack

who knows…you might not have seen this yet….if you have, it might have been a while. x

Mr P. here again – I bet you are getting a bit sick of me taking over Gitika’s daily blog. I have to say, I am really getting into it , though Gitika is getting is little bit sick of me taking over and showing off all my marvellous photos, and being a little bit of a git. I am going to get my own blog soon, as I had really no idea quite how much fun the wife has been having for the last year. This might be my last chance to post here, as I think I am going to get evicted pretty soon.

sunny spells

So another lovely photo on the theme of nature. Cloud watching is something i do with total contentment, just before I drop off.

If i don’t get allowed back, its been swell, thanks for your comments, I love you, all three.

Last Song of the Day sob sob…


Mr P here covering for the wife, had no internet all day ! Damn you Richard B!

So better late than never…. lets have photo of the day.

Pink Pelican

Pelican. Odd really. Being pink, but thats what you get when you eat the flamingos food.

working the angles darlink!

I have taken photos of pelicans alot. Why? Well like giraffes, they love the camera. As soon as I whip out the long lens they perk up no end and work those angles. Tyra herself would be proud

And now for Song of the Day.

I did think of picking something a little bit more ‘Gitika’ so I don’t alienate her blog subcribers (is that what there called?) So here is

Poptastic methinks, hope all three of you enjoy it.Mr P

Just when I thought it was all going according to plan -running the ‘world of Gitika’ while she is incapacitated, with barely a hiccup or anyone noticing the difference (In fact some things had improved) to their ‘Gitika’ experience. Then it all changed! Today, just after lunch, that is Wednesday the 8th of February, I entered a  primary school to run a singing workshop with a group (I use the term loosely) of  year 2’s. To be honest I did not know what year 2 means, age wise, but hey, its a primary school,  how difficult is it to sing ‘Row Row your boat’ and ‘Old Suzanna’. Anyway, arrived, blagged my way past the school office and then was left, I repeat left, with what could only be described as a large group of very small people.

I will just say this straight off, when people are this young they have no concept of etiquette or moral boundaries and breaking wind to them seems like obligatory custom when in the presence of a elder.

Anyway I intoduced myself as Gitika, and blow me down they called my bluff and told me I would never be Gitika because… 1. I don’t smell like Gitika 2. I have a big nose and 3. I am a man and Gitika is a woman. Wow!  I might be able to fool the Head Teacher but as for the kids, no chance, they knew as soon as their little beady’s eyes were set on me.

What do parents feed their kids these days? They seem to fart constantly.Or maybe it’s the ‘healthy’ school dinners.

Anyway, waving the gas aside, I explained the situation – what had happened at the Zoo – how the pressure must have got to their beloved teacher and that she sent her love, but at the moment she is off her rocker and has sent me to fill her spot while she gets better. This news was not received well by the children. A sort of mass hysteria swept through the classroom like a fire in a DFS sofa shop. The atmosphere soon became toxic, what with the wailing and all that gas, and me trying to console the little squibs – I had to think on my feet. What would Gitika do? I know! So I launched into a rendition of  ‘If You Go Down to the Woods Today’, things then got worse, alot worse.

Now in my day kids respected their elders, and if you didn’t, they hit you hard.  Seems to me thats all changed now, the kids hit me pretty hard. When the teaching staff finally ran into the classroom I was just jumping out of the second floor window, which, by the way this was greeted by a great cheer from the children. I hit the floor running followed by a swarm of felt tips raining down on me (felt tips are 3 times the size they used to be). I can still hear the head teachers’ voice screaming ‘children stop!’  ‘Gitika stop!’  I did not stop, I was lucky to only to have very bruised ankles and a head gash.

I will not be returning next week.

From now on its adults only.

So Song of the Day Let’s have some Sparklehorse A great Lyrical number.