"Passengers should note that the bearded gentleman's rucksack contains the following items only: some sandwiches, a library card and a picture of a bare ankle and is no cause for concern."

Yes, I'm in love... with Makka Pakka from 'In the Night Garden'. How can you not just feel so sorry for him? Not only does he look like a bland mis-shapen teletubby but he lives on his own in a cave and doesn't have a teddy bear - he takes a stone to bed instead. And I can't stop singing his little song either:
Makka Pakka, Akka Wakka, Mikka Makka moo!
Makka Pakka, Appa Yakka, Ikka Akka ooo
Hum dum, Agga Pang, Ing, ang, ooo
Makka Pakka, Akka wakka, Mikka Makka moo!
He's just so loveable - definitely my favourite, though I love the Pontipines too - they seem like the cleverest creatures in the garden, even the children (who cunningly rescued Makka Pakka's Og Pog the other night by stopping it running away by throwing a stone in its way). And the Pontipines' beds are fab too - if they were a bit bigger they could invite Makka Pakka round for a sleepover so that he wouldn't have to sleep on his own. I don't like Upsy Daisy though. She loves herself too much, especially in this clip. Makka Pakka and the Pontipines are great dancers though... and the Wattingers even make an appearance too!
How could you not love it? I know that 'In the Night Garden' is designed for a target audience of 1-4 year olds, but I'm hooked - I love the songs, the beautiful scenery and the simplicity of it all!
Love the pictures over at Untitled Love Project. Some of them are quite sad, some are quite hilarious, and others are just plain weird. This one inspired me to write a short little poem...
The girl with a hole in her heart wept
The girl with a hole in her heart slept.
The girl with a hole in her heart sighed.
The girl with a hole in her heart cried.
The girl with a hole in her heart died.
Heartbroken.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes it so important.
If one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars... He can say to himself: 'Somewhere my flower is there'.
The stars are beautiful because of a flower that cannot be seen.
To me you are nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you on your part have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me then we shall need each other. To me, you shall be unique in all the world. To you I shall be unique in all the world...
You become forever responsible for what you have tamed.
There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me...
Grownups never understand anything for themselves and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars are laughing when you look at the sky at night.
Ooh have been having fun watching children's TV programmes here. They bring back many memories. Think one of my favourite themes for singing along has to be Mysterious Cities of Gold. I remember when it was on that it was one of my very favourite programmes ever!
Another programme, from a few years earlier that is pure class is Pigeon Street. I remember watching it as a small child at lunchtime - it was on just before (or just after?) Rainbow, and as a special treat I would be allowed Dairylea sandwiches on the little orange picnic table that we had, and would watch Pigeon Street, Rainbow and Words and Pictures (the one with the talking pencil). Oh and Bric a Brac - I really liked that programe too. But Pigeon Street was the very best and this clip shows just why. Even now I think the theme is excellent and the animation is lovely!
And another couple that I remember being on almost every day... Jimbo - I loved it when he crashed into the control tower...
And Superted - I always felt sorry for him because he was the reject teddy bear from the factory...
Fantastic stuff - if only they made kids TV programmes like that now! Would keep me happy for hours! Instead, it just means I spend far too long watching old ones on Youtube instead!
Moleskine is the legendary notebook, used by European artists and thinkers for the past two centuries, from Van Gogh to Picasso, from Ernest Hemingway to Bruce Chatwin.
Originally produced by small French bookbinders who supplied the Parisian stationery shops frequented by the international avant-garde, by the end of the twentieth century the Moleskine notebook was no longer available. In 1986, the last manufacturer of Moleskine, a family operation in Tours, closed its shutters forever.
“Le vrai Moleskine n’est plus,” were the lapidary words of the owner of the stationery shop in Rue de l’Ancienne Comédie where Chatwin stocked up on the notebooks. The English writer had ordered a hundred of them before leaving for Australia: he bought up all the Moleskine that he could find, but they were not enough.
In 1998, a small Milanese publisher brought Moleskine back again. As the self effacing keeper of an extraordinary tradition, Moleskine once again began to travel the globe. To capture reality on the move, pin down details, impress upon paper unique aspects of experience: Moleskine is a reservoir of ideas and feelings, a battery that stores discoveries and perceptions, and whose energy can be tapped over time. . The legendary black notebook is once again being passed from one pocket to the next; with its various different page styles it accompanies the creative professions and the imagination of our time. The adventure of Moleskine continues, and its still-blank pages will tell the rest.
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question
It basically describes how I have been feeling. That silent gaze - even though something as beautiful as the butterfly comes my way - my feelings are unchanged and are deep in thought. The mask describes how I've tried to hide myself from the world, when I hide I feel better in myself, no one can judge me and I can't hurt anyone.