Doesn't look drunk to me..

..I've often wondered where that phrase came from, I've never even see a Newt take a drink!! Drunk as a lord I can understand, but p*ss*d as a newt?

When I was a lad, we had a pond in the garden. It had lillies, and goldfish, and canadian pondweed. I managed to get some Irises, and branched bur weed when they were cleaning out a pond on the local farm. Apart from that, everything came naturally. And I would spend hours on my stomach, gazing into the water, and watching things develop. Frogs where the easy ones to watch develop, with the spawn appearing first, with it's tiny black centres which would elongate and start wriggling. Then the tadpoles emerged, and lost their gills, then developed legs, and lost tails. The same would happen with the newts, although the spawn was always harder to find. Then there were dragonflies, and snails, and leeches, and pond skaters, and waterboatmen, and diving beetles, and mosquito larvae.. Gently parting the reed would reveal an underwater paradise, and an empty jam jar was a window to this world..

Later in my life, the irrigation reservoir at work had great crested newts..

This feller greeted me as I opened the back door this morning, what memories he brought back..

Sorting out laptops still, and a harvest for the hotel, it's been a beautiful day again. Development company meeting in a few mins..

music, what else could I choose?..