Carl's prison blog

It's like I'm in clink, doing time.  I've got a ten day sentence.  And my crime?  My crime is being a charming 'objet d'art'.  I think that's french for "item".  (French are a different flavour of human).

JAILHOUSE CROC
(Source: mugshot)

Course, I've got three notches on my cell wall now.  Only seven days left to serve before my release into the big, wide world - otherwise known as my ebay sell-date; otherwise known as the Festival of Sobek (see May 31 post) .  Oh, it's not really an actual cell I'm in.  I mean, you can't get institutionalised sitting on a storage heater in front of the telly.  Not really.  Plus, I get to go on the odd field trip (see June 18 post).  Day release, at least.

But it's still like being in jail.  Only, instead of visitors, you get bidders.  Wish they'd smuggle me in some Class A puppy.  Got a real munch-on tonight.

Talking of bidders, I got 3 now.  Sweet, huh?

But, I'm not getting carried away.  And to prove it, I'm gonna slow things down with one peach of a fact:

Carl's Croco-fact #8

There are four types of crocodilians: Crocodiles, alligators, caiman and alligators.

I lifted that from the internet, coz it made me chuckle.  Obviously the web editor responsible for that particular nugget (see planet-pets.com) is a right alligator.  They're always biased.  And twerps.  What he meant to say was crocodiles, gharials, caimans and, at a pinch, alligators.

Anyway, it's lights out in chokey, so I'm gonna hit my bunk.

Stay out of trouble, kids.


Carl