Dominic Brunt was on holiday in Romania when he went to a restaurant for a meal. The sight which met the Emmerdale actor, who plays vet Paddy Kirk in the soap, touched his heart. At the rear of the restaurant was a Brown Bear in a cage that was no bigger than a cupboard. Kept there to entertain the customers, the bear was gnawing at the rusty wire-mesh and giving Dominic a pitiful gaze. For six years this had been home to Baloo and Dominic was determined he was going to do something about it.
The bear we told you about the other day has now arrived with his pink bow intact. As we told you the other day; the poor little dude has been vacuum-packed in a loft and was only recently rediscovered when his owner decided to have a clear out. Emma, his former owner, described him as very soft and cute but wondered why she had given him a pink bow when he is so obviously a little male dude.
The more observant amongst you may have noticed that yesterday’s post featured another of Egginanoo’s drawings but this time incorporating some colour. We decided that because her pencil drawings were so good we would splash out a little and purchase some colour pencils and Conte-crayons. The little hint of colour really works and changes Egginanoo’s work from simple line-drawings to minor works of art.
We have not heard from our Poet Laureate for a little while so we thought it was high time we let him loose on an unsuspecting world once more. John Cooper Clarke, the Bard of Salford, the Bear’s Poet Laureate, whatever you want to call him he produces the poems that describe a world of disease and decay. He tells his stories of dreary, everyday life. He is Johnny Clarke, the name behind the hairstyle…
We have another bear coming to join us, after his auction finished on eBay last night, and he is going to be one mixed up bear. The poor little dude has been vacuum-packed in a loft and was only rediscovered when his owner Emma went to clear it out. To make matters worse, the male bear has a pink ribbon around his neck which is bound to confuse him even more.
Our old friend Eddie has been a little off colour lately. As most of our long-term readers will know, Eddie lives with his wife Edwina and a few bear friends at Miss Chimpton’s house. He was our first ever bear acquisition and as such is getting to be a more mature bear these days. With this in mind, Miss Chimpton took him for a well-bear check-up just to be on the safe side. A quick MOT now with a professional bear medic would be far more favourable than having larger problems in the future.
Did everyone enjoy their day in work, school or college today? If we had our way you would have had today off as a public holiday. We must be the only country in the world that does not celebrate their patron saint by having a public holiday. We also have the least number of bank holidays in Europe. Portugal and Spain have 14 days of Bank holidays every year, Italy has 12 even Northern Ireland has 10 while we have a paltry eight.
The three giants who have kept us all mesmerised for the last three days have sailed off up the River Mersey at the end of their Sea Odyssey. The Giant Girl, her Uncle and Xolo the dog concluded their 23 mile tour of Liverpool by climbing onto a large barge at the Canning Dock. The three day event to mark the hundredth anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic was such a success that artistic director Jean Luc Courcoult celebrated by jumping into the Mersey.
Day two of the Giants got underway today with the Giant Girl and her Uncle continuing their parade around the streets of Liverpool as part of this weekend’s street theatre production to commemorate the sinking of the Titanic. The girl has moved from the King’s Dock to the city centre accompanied by her dog Xolo. Her Uncle is walking through the city to the waterfront. More than 250,000 people are expected to attend the Sea Odyssey event and judging by the number of people on the roads that number will probably be exceeded.
The letter was written in a very neat, cursive style and began with the words; “Dear Father”. It was dated 13th April 1912 and it tells the tale of how the young girl had been ill but was longing to see her “dada” who was away working. It was sent by ten-year-old May McMurray from her home in Empress Road, Kensington in Liverpool but it would never reach her father. The date maybe a little clue but her father was a steward and he was away working as a steward on the Titanic.