What's Going On

So let me explain what’s going on here. You’re looking at two male Ancistrus fish, South American vegan (of course!). Part of a shoal of about 20, all of whom have been with me for thirty years. The things they’re clustered round are Ancistrus fish eggs, and they are guarding, not eating, them. The female lays them then leaves it to the male (just one, usually!) to look after them as they develop, involving a lot of fin fanning to keep the water flowing around them and thus prevent rot. Hopefully, these two males are good friends since the baby fish, when they emerge, will have two fathers!

The Author Platform is undergoing some design quirks at the moment and isn’t looking its best. This is temporary and we’re on it.

Quite an epic evening last night. A large male and a large female turned up. I was on my new viewing plinth, about five feet up. They had fun for 20 mins or so finding the peanut stashes I’d left. Then the (highly intelligent!) male worked out that the motionless creature draped in black, on the plinth, had a bowl of peanuts at his feet. It took him 5 more mins to work out how to get up onto the platform (he came in from the back, I was frozen still the whole time). Then, very deliberately, he came up, gave me a long stare, then proceeded to very carefully smell every inch of my trousers! So that’s what a human smells like... I’ve been entered into his smell-memory. It was, frankly, awesome

For my fellow Litopians, a little thing I spotted this morning on Threads:
Irish author Sally Rooney is being threatened by the British government with up to FOURTEEN YEARS in prison for saying she would donate the proceeds from her book to Palestine Action. If you're an author this should concern you. If you're anti-fascist, this should concern you. If you're anti-genocide, this should concern you. If you value free speech, human rights, and liberty, this concerns you.

"So, how did you sleep.?"

"I had weird dreams."

"Yeah?"

"I met the Loch Ness monster."

"..."

"She's really sarcastic, and was complaining in this really thick Scots brogue about how people are always interrupting her water yoga. Turns out that's what the rows of humps are."

"..."

And after!

Before... (waiting for badgers)...(with sweetcorn...)

Will be inviting more folk to join the Author Platform very soon, get ready

So I read somewhere that “badgers love sweetcorn!” Seemed highly improbable to me, but to test, I left a cob out last night on the usual badger plinth. This was the result this morning – case closed! They sure had a good party last night...

Two nights ago, she's found my peanut stash. I suspect she may be pregnant...?

Don’t judge me, but I’m bunking off work now (3pm) to tidy up the badgers’ part of the wood...

Software updates have now finished.

First contact, about an hour ago

Freddie Forsyth is dead. Author of The Day of the Jackal and more of that ilk. As dodgy a character in real life as any in his books. Like Jeffrey Archer, wrote thrillers for the home county set. End of an era – end of a profitable genre too, perhaps.

Hastings this am...

Thrilled to share that three of my stories have been shortlisted in 4 categories of the Aurealis Awards! 2024 Aurealis Awards Shortlist Announcement (Will do a proper post about it shortly)

Woke up to find a Chinese company who I’ve dealt with previously has successfully billed my credit card four times for goods not ordered. It’s a lot of money. Credit card company says – “wait for the good to arrive, then see if you can return them for a refund”. This is so wrong! All my morning will now be devoted to sorting this out