..and today's musing is
In a famous song, Mr Bowie sings the line “we move like tigers on Vaseline”.
It occurred to me today that, rather than the sleek, extra fast predator implied by the song, it just gives me an image of a poor bedraggled, greased up cat, completely unable to keep his footing, sliding all over the place in a “Jeux Sans Frontières” manner, whilst the small furries of the forest have a damn good laugh.
It occurred to me today that, rather than the sleek, extra fast predator implied by the song, it just gives me an image of a poor bedraggled, greased up cat, completely unable to keep his footing, sliding all over the place in a “Jeux Sans Frontières” manner, whilst the small furries of the forest have a damn good laugh.