Robot Taxi Drivers

Katie’s company are the middle of devising a new performance for seven year olds using stories that they imagined during workshops at their school. Some of the stories are direct from crazyland. One of them is about a robot taxi driver and his robot dog. It’s got a song, too. If you fancy a taste of the weird, check out the empty shop unit at Moor St Station.

Unexpected souvenir from the zoo

Someone told Katie a story that she’d heard first hand from a couple with an austic son. They’d taken him to the zoo and I guess he enjoyed himself because he wandered off, and when they found him he was soaking wet. I guess they must have assumed he fell into one of the ponds. Anyway, he was acting very cagey and quiet on the way home, but seemed well. When they returned home he went straight to the bathroom to clean up, but after a considerable wait he still hadn’t emerged. They started to get more concerned and finally persuaded him to let them in. There, standing to attention in the middle of the bath was a real, live penguin! Their enterprising son had successfully smuggled it from the enclosure past the security unbeknownst to his parents in his rucksack. Quite a feat. Seems incredible and extremely unlikely, and apparently the zookeepers didn’t believe it either because they laughed when they were told about the heist. “No, it’s true – count your penguins – you’re one down.” the couple told them.

Back from Bermuda

We’re now back in Brum again after a bumpy but safe flight.

The last few days in Bermuda went quickly with my first ever round of golf which we played with my brother, William. The course was empty of other players, but we were forced to negotiate hazards like chickens, motorbikes and a funeral party. Out of 11 holes I managed one good shot with a wood, but even that was beyond my expectations.

We also visited the Swizzle Inn again with Claire this time to watch her boyfriend Ray Pasnen singing and drinking for cash.

I’ve stuck some pictures here if you fancy a look.