Comfortably established within the inner reaches of my beanbag, the TV switched on and the house empty, I was slowly nodding off to sleep, when the strains of a delicious music crept up my ear and send a rush of warm blood through my brain.
I opened my eyes to see who had set up the delightful cooing, expecting to see legions of angels standing on clouds, madly remote and enveloped in a golden haze. Instead I saw an unkempt, bow-lipped, cowhand singing like a seraph and munching on a ham sandwich.
For the next few moments my kingdom went into ‘tumble mode,’ as the angel warbled on and on, and the sun played golden shadows on the ocean, beside the road, upon which the stretch convertible carrying the unlikely cherub, cruised endlessly off the screen.
(to the house which Jack built)
Heaven on earth courtesy John Mayer.
More Clarity to you. Andyouandyouandyou.

The Asian College of Jungle warfare.

The herd has scattered and we shall not see it assemble within these walls again.
Although a motley group, it was an interesting one. Made up as it was initially of sheep, the herd distinguished itself into species-specific genus and adapted and morphed: into sharks, foxes, Vultures, owls, brier rabbits, giraffes and the odd big cat.
The animals learned to live together and most importantly to learn from one another and from the unique opportunity such a collective setting offered.
The tigers fought bravely and never missed a challenge. The sharks made for the kill and tasted blood. The brer rabbits endeared themselves and assimilated skills. The vulture’s smelled opportunity and swooped. The owls read a lot and did well on tests and the giraffes kept their heads well above water.
They went through the motions of their science and did their arithmetic. From simpering hangers on, they have a shot at being first at the water hole, since they have been trained in the ways of the jungle.

Happy hunting comrades and watch your backs...