Farms, Beigels and Beasto

I realised that compared to my output last year, I've posted far fewer blogposts in 2013 and in a world in which one is valued solely by his or her productivity and position in the global race this could be seen as slovenly.So here I am again, working my fingers to the bone to provide you with even more top notch content. 

Beasto is in my sole care at the moment as my fair wife has gawn to the country in order to focus on her Ph.D in the salubrious environs of Duns Tew. Given Nancy's sleeping routine has gone a little pear shaped, which translates to waking in the middle of the night screaming for Mummy - this had all the makings of an extended Takashi Miike (this link is not for sensitive souls but if you like Japanese cinema then you might fancy it) film. Happily for me she slept in to 0740 this morning and then climbed into to bed and we had a highly competitive game of hide and seek (clearly I won) before heading down to breakfast at 8, which when you have a child is the height of civility (oh Martin - you've got all this to look forward too). 

We spent the day eating beigels, free muffins (given to us by a brooding Jewess in that Brick Lane Beigel shop, which I definitely didn't eat and if I did it was a selfless act of paternal love designed to protect our daugher's health) admiring pigs and cows and ducks and sheep. Sadly, Nancy wanted to see a Cowpig and was slow to accept that such things don't exist, but if she tried hard enough at school maybe she could invent one. Tragically, one of the high points of the farm trip was the discovery of a plastic frog that ribbeted on command which put into the shade the actual animals. Sometimes, chides are a little moronic. But they are rather lovely.

I'm working on a netbook and don't have access to full Nancy archive which has delayed the publication of potentially the greatest series of pictures of beasto ever seen. If you can imagine Nancy crossed with a tiger crossed with Bibendum then you are on the path to Nancy nirvana. What a tease I am (Whatever happened to Chaka Demus and Pliers - given the demand for nostalgia surely they could get back to number one - this track is pure gold and if you like that check this out - Dawn Penn, Chaka Demus and Pliers, Beanie Man and Elephant Man all on one stage.)

Peaches-ahoy.

A little Beasto at dusk

Daddy, I think there is an entire tub of cream cheese in this beigel, which is nice.

Daddy, why don't have any wrists yet?

Ducks on Tour

Yeah like whatever, Daddy.