Today I saw...

Glam

Mad Cat Woman
Actually, burnt human skin smells of roast pork.
(I don't even want to ask how she knows that. I'm stocking up on garlic and crucifixes as we speak.) :heyhey:

I've had skin cancer, and before doing the skin graft, the surgeon cauterized the area where the skin cancer was. Whilst in the process of doing so, I could literally smell myself burning. And it whiffed of roast pork.
 

BobClay

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I've had skin cancer, and before doing the skin graft, the surgeon cauterized the area where the skin cancer was. Whilst in the process of doing so, I could literally smell myself burning. And it whiffed of roast pork.

Ah I've been there. I had a malignant melanoma taken off my back some years a back. I remember the sizzling as that was done, but didn't smell anything. (Probably just as well … :eek:)
 

BobClay

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My adventure for the day was walking around Tamar Lake this morning and coming across some sort of Duck Dispute. Now I don't know anything about Duckology, but I'm assuming that in the pix I took the gawdy blue and white one is the male, the dowdy looking brown one is the female. (Please correct me if I'm wrong.) They were being hassled by three other male ducks, I don't know why. The half dozen or so chicks were getting pecks from the hassling males and the mother was make a hell of a wracket, clearly distressed. Dad was trying to get in the way of the other ducks, but he was outnumbered and outflanked.
I went down to the lakeside and hurled some Anglo-Saxon abuse at the three bullies, who paddled off a way. Mum Dad and chicks didn't seem that bothered by me but I think they were pretty knackered.
I moved on thinking I'd done a good deed, but when I looked back the three males had barrelled back in and forced the family out of the water. I ran back to find they'd cornered the female against a small fishing platform and the chicks were scattered across the stones in a state of panic. At this point Dad was about as useful as a pogo stick in a minefield. I went down again, and the three w@ankers paddled off, I think the family were now too exhausted to be bothered with me so I slowly shooed them up the lakeside and threw a few pebbles out toward the three attackers. I spent about half an hour letting the distance between the two groups get larger and larger and then I took this pix.
What this was all about I don't know but I hoped the dispute was over. Eventually I continued walking, looking back through a monocular to make sure they hadn't re-engaged but as far as I could tell the fight was over. When I got round the lake (about 3.3 miles) I had another look but all seemed ok. I'll keep an eye out for this family in future.
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The Hawk

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My adventure for the day was walking around Tamar Lake this morning and coming across some sort of Duck Dispute. Now I don't know anything about Duckology, but I'm assuming that in the pix I took the gawdy blue and white one is the male, the dowdy looking brown one is the female. (Please correct me if I'm wrong.) They were being hassled by three other male ducks, I don't know why. The half dozen or so chicks were getting pecks from the hassling males and the mother was make a hell of a wracket, clearly distressed. Dad was trying to get in the way of the other ducks, but he was outnumbered and outflanked.
I went down to the lakeside and hurled some Anglo-Saxon abuse at the three bullies, who paddled off a way. Mum Dad and chicks didn't seem that bothered by me but I think they were pretty knackered.
I moved on thinking I'd done a good deed, but when I looked back the three males had barrelled back in and forced the family out of the water. I ran back to find they'd cornered the female against a small fishing platform and the chicks were scattered across the stones in a state of panic. At this point Dad was about as useful as a pogo stick in a minefield. I went down again, and the three w@ankers paddled off, I think the family were now too exhausted to be bothered with me so I slowly shooed them up the lakeside and threw a few pebbles out toward the three attackers. I spent about half an hour letting the distance between the two groups get larger and larger and then I took this pix.
What this was all about I don't know but I hoped the dispute was over. Eventually I continued walking, looking back through a monocular to make sure they hadn't re-engaged but as far as I could tell the fight was over. When I got round the lake (about 3.3 miles) I had another look but all seemed ok. I'll keep an eye out for this family in future.
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Probably suffering from some sort of mallardy.
 

Trumpet

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My adventure for the day was walking around Tamar Lake this morning and coming across some sort of Duck Dispute. Now I don't know anything about Duckology, but I'm assuming that in the pix I took the gawdy blue and white one is the male, the dowdy looking brown one is the female. (Please correct me if I'm wrong.) They were being hassled by three other male ducks, I don't know why. The half dozen or so chicks were getting pecks from the hassling males and the mother was make a hell of a wracket, clearly distressed. Dad was trying to get in the way of the other ducks, but he was outnumbered and outflanked.
I went down to the lakeside and hurled some Anglo-Saxon abuse at the three bullies, who paddled off a way. Mum Dad and chicks didn't seem that bothered by me but I think they were pretty knackered.
I moved on thinking I'd done a good deed, but when I looked back the three males had barrelled back in and forced the family out of the water. I ran back to find they'd cornered the female against a small fishing platform and the chicks were scattered across the stones in a state of panic. At this point Dad was about as useful as a pogo stick in a minefield. I went down again, and the three w@ankers paddled off, I think the family were now too exhausted to be bothered with me so I slowly shooed them up the lakeside and threw a few pebbles out toward the three attackers. I spent about half an hour letting the distance between the two groups get larger and larger and then I took this pix.
What this was all about I don't know but I hoped the dispute was over. Eventually I continued walking, looking back through a monocular to make sure they hadn't re-engaged but as far as I could tell the fight was over. When I got round the lake (about 3.3 miles) I had another look but all seemed ok. I'll keep an eye out for this family in future.
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Glad you didn't duck the issue.
 

Sir BoD

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Q: How do you make a duck sound like a soul singer?

A: Put it in the oven until its bill withers.

(c) Little & Large, 1983.
 
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