Author Archives: Henry Gee

About Henry Gee

Henry Gee is an author, editor and recovering palaeontologist, who lives in Cromer, Norfolk, England, with his family and numerous pets, inasmuch as which the contents of this blog and any comments therein do not reflect the opinions of anyone but myself, as they don't know where they've been.

It Has Not Escaped Our Notice #49

Posted on 12 May 2011 by Henry Gee

This example kindly sent in by railways enthusiast Mr O. E. of Derby, who spotted it at the Ecclesbourne Valley Railway at Wirksworth. The question is whether one goes for Extra Ladies or Additional Ladies. So much choice: so little … Continue reading →

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Shrubbery

Posted on 10 May 2011 by Henry Gee

When I was about five years old, I remember reading a book in the school library called You Will Go To The Moon. This was the 1960s, when the Space Race was being run, and everyone was space crazy (well, … Continue reading →

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AV

Posted on 9 May 2011 by Henry Gee

Well, that’s over. What’s ‘that’, I hear you cry? Ah, well, ‘that’ was the referendum last week in which the voters in the U. of K. were invited to decide whether they’d like to elect members of parliament in the … Continue reading →

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Middle

Posted on 7 May 2011 by Henry Gee

About a year ago I had a mid-life crisis. Now, popular wisdom has it that men having mid-life crises should buy red sports cars and have affairs with younger women. As for the first – I am quite happy with … Continue reading →

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Measles

Posted on 5 May 2011 by Henry Gee

When I was about five or six I came down with measles. I can’t remember if it was the first or second time I had it (yes, I am one o’ them okkered buggers to have caught it twice), but … Continue reading →

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It Has Not Escaped Our Notice #57

Posted on 29 April 2011 by Henry Gee

This bottle of olive oil, spotted recently in the Cuisine des Girrafes, advertises its contents at 500ml. Given the brand, however, what’s the betting that it is in fact infinitely large?

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Tribal

Posted on 26 April 2011 by Henry Gee

Now then: what has this Ma tovu ohalecha Ya’akov, Mish’k’no’techa Yisrael. got to do with this?

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The Return Of Yet Another Mystery Fish For You To Identify

Posted on 24 April 2011 by Henry Gee

Earlier this evening I was on the beach with a number of people and dogs, the human contingent comprising (apart from myself) Messrs M. P.. W. P. and O.

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Ceci N’Est Pas Un Homard

Posted on 23 April 2011 by Henry Gee
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Choox

Posted on 17 April 2011 by Henry Gee

Regular readers (both of you) will no doubt recall the day almost two years ago when Mrs Crox and I rescued four battery hens and gave them new homes. But seriously, this is a somewhat Guardian Weekend form of animal … Continue reading →

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