We Can Pretend That Aeroplanes in the Night Sky...

Damn You Professor Cox!

You tempt me with your floppy fringe, and your pouty mouth.... and then you speak and my brain explodes because I can't understand the intellegent things you are saying!

It makes me sad that you speak, and I know you understand what you are talking about, but I don't. It also makes me sad that no one has put the words on an autocue. If someone had put the words on an Autocue I could read them, but I still wouldn't sound like I understood what I was saying!

Last night, he told me how to take star photos with my camera. Wow I thought. Fantastic Opportunity for a Blip. I had to however, get my beloved to rewind the TV, and tell me in my kind of language exactly what he was saying to me in words of one syllable.

So tonight, I have stood for an hour in the garden, staring at all the lovely stars, and trying my hardest to grasp what he was telling me.

This is the best of a bad bunch.

As I said, Damn you Prof. Cox. You make me frustrated with my lack of Brain!


the big bright bit in the middle is Jupitor - my iPhone told me that!