No time for Art, I’m chasing rabbits

I spent the majority of the day yesterday chasing rabbits. The inevitable thing happened – somebody left the cage door open. They had tremendous fun – I swear they were laughing at me.

I was at the end of my tether and was getting ready to shoot the critters and put them in the pot – thankfully for all concerned, I managed to out fox the crafty creatures and they are now back in captivity.

I want some boots….maybe rabbit skin boots

Sometimes a little bit of nostalgia does nobody any harm – sadly I remember this when it was released in 1966. I have even got the 45rpm single of it and if my memory is correct the ‘B’ side is ‘The City Never Sleeps At Night’.

Nancy Sinatra was encouraged by Lee Hazlewood to sing the song as if she were a sixteen-year-old girl giving the brush-off to a forty-year-old man. Sinatra’s recording of the song was made with the help of notable Los Angeles session musicians known as the Wrecking Crew. This session included Hal Blaine on drums, Al Casey, Tommy Tedesco, Billy Strange and Mike Deasy on guitars, Ollie Mitchell, Roy Caton and Lew McCreary on horns, Carol Kaye on electric bass, and Chuck Berghofer on double bass.


The text below is lifted from Veronica Henry

I’ve spent about a million pounds in Clarks on children’s shoes in the past, but never actually bought a pair for myself. But as I rushed in the other day for a tube of trainer whitener, I spotted these. As a committed boot girl the moment autumn arrives I am clomping around, and these will go with absolutely everything. And the best thing of all? *whispers* – they are incredibly comfortable.


The domestic rabbit, is any of the several varieties of European rabbit that have been domesticated. Male rabbits are called bucks; females are called does. An older term for an adult rabbit is coney.

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About morgue870176

Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish. I think I am an artist (?)

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