ABOUT OL’ ARK …
Before, I was happy to accept him as just another of them ‘eccentric’ things (anyone who likes dogs and cats can’t be too bad) but when I looked up his family tree I thought words to the effect “Uh oh … the Space Aliens’ folks could have a real ball with this imagery”—
An Ark family candid.
But why is he about to eat the kid? (Don’t ask.)
The missus looks a bit of alright though, but I still worry about those ‘spacey’ skulls. Perhaps it’s one of their fashion statement things, you know, involving wet bandages and locked doors …
Now here’s a candid shot that should put your mind at rest. A bit—
The Ark looks quite elegant, cool,
sofis — (bugger) sohpist — (damn!): worldly clever and actually convincingly lordly. I don’t know about wifey’s ‘Medusa’ bathing cap but to each her own, no? Obviously about to pop a quick affectionate kiss on his nozzle and to hell with all the reporters watching; I like that.
And to finish we’ll sneak a couple of quickie candids—
—Mrs Ark (I think?) catching sundrops in wineglasses (I told you they were clever, but would anyone listen? Nooooo …) and
—an obviously been in the fermented honey juice Ark being slapped about the face with some smelling-flowers (ammonium carbonate wasn’t around much at the time these candids were taken).
Uh oh …
“You’ll keep, Dog!”
“Who … … me?”
“No offence. your Arkness; just passing through … bugger … brrrrr~”