Day 52

I wrote a poem about a teddy boy when I was fifteen. Wanna see it?

TEDDY BOY UNDER THE STARS

A teddy boy roaming the civic common
Cap in hand, a pound to the dozen
Waiting for news of his ailing pet rabbit
Resentful of the yob who broke in to stab it
Smoking and drinking to relieve his tension
Running around naked (which for now we won't mention)

© Graham Nunn 1992

Day 51

This device is known as a Galton box. I only learned this today but thought it was worth sharing.

Day 50

Day 50. Can I get a woo? Can I get a hoo?

Day 49

Just be thankful I didn't go with the version that involved a permanent marker and my arse crack.

Day 48

I've kept this frame on display in my lounge. They grow up so quickly you know.

Day 47

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