My infamous small dog joke…

January 11, 2013

A lady walked in to a shop carrying a small dog.

“Excuse me, do you have any hair remover?”, she asked.

“Yes madam. This one is very good but do not use any make-up for two days afterwards” replied the shop keeper.

“Oh no”, said the lady,
“It’s not for my face, it’s for my Chihuahua!”

“In that case”, said the shop keeper,
“Don’t ride your bike for a month!”

Go Cyril yourself

October 11, 2012

The great Dick and Dom have unleashed new chaos to our screens in the form of HOOPLA!

Currently on the CBBC website you can Cyril yourself!

Go and have a play, you know you want to…..

…. I did LOOK!

The crows know all

August 28, 2010

To quote the great Smith & Jones sketch show from the 1980s “#Hello, Police? We’ve reason to believe there’s a body in the garden”.

Crows have descended on a small patch of grass (dare I say, “grave-sized”) and have obliterated it. Being carrion creatures it does make you wonder what they are after, as it is only in this area.

Incidentally, I believe that this area used to be located in the vicarage gardens, and if Miss Marple is to be believed, it is always the vicarage that throws up such happenings.

Anyway, photos are attached…. the close up is a bit blurry as it was taken through binoculars LOL.

A Wider Audience

August 5, 2010

No, that is not a reference to over-weight crowds – it refers to the ongoing quest for Space Penguin to take over the world (Well, increase my internet presence at least).

I can annouce two more exciting ways to listen to the music of SpacePenguin:

1] Buy my music from iTunes: Artist – Space Penguin

2] Listen on Spotify: Artist – Space Penguin

Go and enjoy…. many times

Digital Work Slideshow

June 30, 2010
Slide Show

My Digital Work

This is a slide show of some of my digital work. If you like what you see, contact me.

Wildlife perception filter

June 16, 2010

We are surrounded by wildlife every day, we just don’t realise how much. We seem to just switch off and it passes us by unnoticed.

So today I thought I would note all that I saw, without making an active effort to look for it, and I was amazed by just how much you see without actually knowing it.

My sightings for today, so far, are as follows:

Rook, Starling, Magpie, Jack Daw, Carrion Crow (dead), Blackbird, Robin, Goldfinch, Grey Squirrel (dead), Wood Pigeon, Collared Dove, Common Gull, Rabbit, Chaffinch, Ladybird, Bumble Bee, House Martin.

Add to that all the other birds that I could not identify as they were too far away and the ones that I could only hear and that makes an impressive total for an average day without going out looking for wildlife.

So get out there and see what is all around you.


July 14, 2009


by Spacepenguin

To the humans down on the planet’s surface, the vast blackness between the stars of the night sky appeared empty. They could not see. Even if they could, they would not be able to comprehend the timeless battles that were spinning above their heads.
Gracefully, silently and invisibly, the colossal force swooped around planets, danced through gaseous clouds and weaved its way between asteroid fields. The only clue to its existence is the faint flickering of the distant stars as it passes between them and the ignorant observers on earth.
Briefly, it pauses. It’s senses alerted to the presence of its prey. A new star is being born and there, just on the outer fringes of the glow is the tiniest of lights. The predator begins its approach. It has to be careful not to startle its victim but it also has to be quick. Once the star reaches its full brightness the tiny light will be almost impossible to see and the chance of a quick capture will be gone and the chase will begin again.
With all the power of a black hole it wraps itself around the infant star encompassing the tiny light and begins to squeeze. Tighter and tighter, the star itself becoming compressed under the immense pressure. The tiny light and the infant star have now become one intense point of brilliance. Tighter still, tighter and brighter, smaller and ….

* * *

Down on the planet’s surface a small white room is filled with a busy optimism. Two humans wearing light blue robes and facemasks are focused on a semi-naked woman. With one final push, one of the enrobed takes hold of a small wriggling lump of flesh. As soon as it can feel the air there is a moment of realisation, this is a new experience that it does not like. It has been caught and this body will serve as its prison. The tiny light gives out a cry; the new born baby cries.

© Spacepenguin 2009

Inspired by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature’s Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.