Cheeseburger

I have unexpectedly gained a free evening, though not for a good reason.
We were supposed to be supping with our friends Steve and Christine, however Kevin has been struck down by a migraine and it is most unpleasant.
Chundering and a darkened room are involved.

Today at the Nature Park was rather springlike, and this was remarkable since yet again, surrounding areas received a big old dump of snow.
Yesterday, students were stranded at Simon Fraser university overnight, it was impossible to get off the campus due to the snow that fell during the day.

But in Richmond - we had the doors open and outside a single Chickadee 'cheeseburgered' for all he was worth. The males' song sounds like 'cheeseburger' when their hormones are on overdrive and their bird brains turn to lustful thoughts.

And on a pleasant human note, a reminder that some men are good guys.
On the radio this morning, the DJ said that men had been complaining that women had Valentine's Day and men should have a day. Someone had written in and said he felt they should have 'steak, beer, beej and shut-the-fuck-up day.'
The DJ simply said that he especially objected to the 'shut-the-fuck-up' bit, because women were the prize. Women are what men want and they are the prize, so he told the guys to get over it and if they were lucky enough to have a partner, they should give her whatever she wants.

Of course there is still the issue of 'Valentine's Day is for women'. That's particularly not true here where, I kid you not, you can buy Valentine's cards for anyone, your mum, your daughter, your teacher, your Uncle Bob.
Scary, scary stuff.

Sadly, in this time of Lent, the Archbishop of Canterbury seems to be losing what few marbles he had left. I think it's time for him to give in to the inevitable himself, hang up his mitre and book himself into the loony bin.
The man is insane and he makes both the Church of England and Britain look bad.
He's even starting to look vaguely satanic.
Steve Bell sums it up rather well in his excellent cartoon.