Bruno, the sexually confused giraffe.
Oct. 31st, 2004 09:28 pmAfter a horrible start to the weekend (I had to have my lovely cat put down),
fringedweller arrived to cheer me up. We ate food, attacked the neighbouring table with menus, watched the Reduced Shakespeare Company, and visited the National Gallery (in which I correctly identified a piece of art!)
Then,
indian_skimmer swam all the way from Plymouth to join us and together we went to the zoo and met Bruno, the sexually confused giraffe. Poor Bruno. We also saw a baby giraffe (which I would like for christmas please) and some quite elaborate giraffe courting rituals. (If I ever meet a man who can do that with his neck, I'm proposing straight away)
The penguins were as cool (and gay) as ever, and I almost came away with Steve the Mara (who would've fitted under my jacket if a small child hadn't scared him away)
Oh! and The London Aquarium has performing Ray, which actually like to be stroked. Honestly, they actually let you do it, it wasn't just me leaning over the tank.
Then,
The penguins were as cool (and gay) as ever, and I almost came away with Steve the Mara (who would've fitted under my jacket if a small child hadn't scared him away)
Oh! and The London Aquarium has performing Ray, which actually like to be stroked. Honestly, they actually let you do it, it wasn't just me leaning over the tank.