The Robbies Are Upset...

5:38 SATURDAY A.M. THE ROBBIES ARE UPSET because I removed their maltesers tube to stop them hiding all the time. Spherical has just completed attempted excavations beneath the empty cardboard box they were meant to sleep in but for some reason avoid (they would rather sleep under it. Which as much as anything else just looks ridiculous. Stupid creatures.) At one point the three of them were lined up furiously digging in a row. Which looked so entertaining. Though they don't always scarper the second I delve my hand beside them, they do eye it with grave suspicion. And if Itchy allows the rubbing of his back with one finger which is an action Bashful would never countenance, the other two look on with baleful eyes as if to muse: "Itchy, man, you're a fool not to run like we do... can't you see where this is leading? Those humans, they win your trust. Then they'll have you turned into half a shoulder pad on a fur coat before the month is out ..."

There is a Swedish lady called Eva who is an expert on rodents, who insists no species of hamster is a truly social creature and that all hammies, including all types of dwarves (Lord of the Rings Hamsters) will always eventually fight. My Russian hamsters never fought. And these robos, who clearly do things together on purpose are the most social pets I've ever had. Like a pack of mini rotund doggies who squeak instead of bark.

CELINE DION: I was, of course, merely being provocative yesterday beginning my post with those uncompromising words. How could I ever have associated "Celine Dion" and "adventurousness" in the one sentence? In mitigation let me state it was on special offer. But nowhere near as forgivingly low as the £1 a disc Gnat King Coal cost me. I was attracted by that famous love theme from Titanic which I always thought had a haunting Scottish panpipes thing going on... though it did get played to death... Also Luciano Pavarotti appears pretending to be her 70 year old pasta-munching lover (ukk! Perish the thought!) ... Anyway, on hearing the record through I know now why, despite having seen Celine on television numerous times I had no memory of any of her songs... that is because they're all so forgettable! With one exception: track 3, titled Treat Her Like a Lady a really entertaining dancehall-influenced number in which Ms Dion affects a West Indian accent to a ragga-girls chorus... So much of this record is eminently forgettable. Which just begs the question who bought all those 15 million copies sold?

THE ROBOS ARE SAT UP FURRILY IN BED, nibbling those pink and green hamster-scones in a line. O! Now Bashful and Itchy are having a grooming fight. Spherical is eating a biscuit (no wonder she is spherical). O! Now she's gone in the corner for a poo. Either that or she's staring into space in a Zen-like moment of blank... Come morning they get their Maltesers tube back to hide in. But they are not allowed such diversions at night. Else they get too boring and never come out.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME I slept like a fallen tree earlier on... hours and hours and hours. It is very hot today (well, hot for here). I woke up parched... water more water... such raging thurst? Why?? Well I gotta go really it is too late now. All this post relates to Saturday not Sunday. Sunday is merely the technical day of posting as midnight's a near hour past...

righty-ho...

Louis Armstrong: Wonderful World (Live on TV)
Wonderful World Illustrated Video

Videos II (Sunday (there was no post on Sunday))

Thousand Hand Chinese Dance
Showing off to the Girl Next Door (parakeets and budgies) (I think it was screen II I specifically posted up...)