The Number of The Beast

Evenng all,

well am looking forward to another four day weekend, i could start to get used to this, although i won't be calling for a return to the original three day week...at this rate it might happen without being bidden.

Still enough of that, i was going to blip the last of the springtime lambs which was cute, then i was going to blip a springtime lamb nuzzling its dead mother which was sad, then i was going to blip this church in Rotherham which is covered in scaffolding which was interesting, but not particularly blip worthy and doesn't look like a very good shot at all,

so then i popped into the deer farm to take a few shots of the deer relaxing in the field, and i was spotted by this big feller. He came wandering over to me, relaxed, content in the knowledge that he had the power, he was in charge, and he was the boss.

Then he planted his hooves, made a bit of a gesture with his headgear and proclaimed in a very loud voice...

" oi you, 'oppit, no pictures, no pictures, clear off you papparazi scuzbucket, or i'll 'ave you!!"

i don't need telling twice.. not by this beast that clearly had my number..

(mind you i got my revenge, i went into the shop and bought..two crocodile steaks for tea!!

i couldn't buy venison could i, what do you take me for, some kind of animal.........