Why cross, zoo?

When I visited Twycross Zoo the other day I felt very guilty for smiling through the windows at the primates.
Teeth baring is, of course, a sign of anger whilst down-turning the mouth is a sign of utter contentment. The poor buggers must hate the public. I went round the zoo seemingly miserable, but bonding with the apes.




Here are some of my favourite new friends.








Yes, the title is poor. But the only other potential blog topics are listed below. I think you'll agree that I opted for the best one.

1) Reasons to hate national rail.
2) A recounted story involving a man on a train who LOUDLY talked on his phone for an hour (in a Glaswegian/Nottingham combo-ed accent) about his upcoming marriage. To a woman he met in Jumping Jacks (they both worked there). Two months ago.
3) Reasons to hate Vodafone.
4) Reasons to appreciate the fleecy goodness of jogging bottoms.
5) The demise of the novelty of flat-decorating.
6) Infuriation at the popular appeal of new celebrity: Katy Hopkins.
7) Reasons not to watch Big Brother.
8) Sadness over the lack of good telly these days.
9) Evidence of my premature aging (see #9)
10) Reasons to be bitter about my sunflower (un)success.



Moon. xxx