....and what else, dazzlenation?..well, i recently decided to send ed a birthday card online seeing as his birthday is coming up this weekend...i then checked out a 'london penguins' cartoon number upon that jacquie lawson site....quite a good cartoon (somewhat 'familiar') however, you have to buy membership before etc etc....nothing doing....i then had a look at moonpig and had another 'deja vu' moment let us say - regarding a golfing cartoon...in which you have a golfer in the background - attempting to drive his ball over a large pond, with lilypads - which is being vacated by frogs - all hoping towards the hole-on-the-hill upon the opposite bank - the safest place, when those like uncle bobby attempt to etc etc...to which i then added a text that i had found on the net...something around 'the slice' to the right, 'the hook' to the left...whilst driving 'straight' is a miracle etc etc...to then realise that this wasn't what i actually wanted to say, at all...i then decided upon a clacton theme....and using my artistic license - came up with the following...."cosmic disaster" replies BI online...something like that....additionally, i'm still furious about that whole slave-trade 'pen-and-ink' number..along with a lot of ink spilt etc etc....anyway, here's my first attempt, this evening at a card on microsoft paint....go figure:

oh and i also found a poem by john betjeman and yes, ed used to like playing crazy golf, with the wyss - when young, whilst on a family holiday at the seaside....and later on in life, too etc etc:

Seaside Golf

How straight it flew, how long it flew,

It clear'd the rutty track

And soaring, disappeared from view

Beyond the bunker's back -

A glorious, sailing, bounding drive

That made me glad I was alive.

And down the fairway, far along

It glowed a lonely white;

I played an iron sure and strong

And clipp'd it out of sight,

And spite of grassy banks between

I knew I'd find it on the green.

And so I did. It lay content

Two paces from the pin;

A steady putt and then it went

Oh, most surely in.

The very turf rejoiced to see

That quite unprecedented three.

Ah! Seaweed smells from sandy caves

And thyme and mist in whiffs,

In-coming tide, Atlantic waves

Slapping the sunny cliffs,

Lark song and sea sounds in the air

And splendour, splendour everywhere.