Saturday, September 19, 2009


Avast, ye scurvy scalliwags! It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day and all that, and also, the day of that most hallowed Pirates of Jeddore Festival. Here we be on the deck of our ship:

First Mate Zoë marched in the Pirate Parade, bein' fiercely cute and whatnot.

Some pirates are scarier than otherrrrrs.

Arrrrrr! And that goes double for your wee parrot.

The Bounce house of Terror, it was.

Pirate dogs were in attendance. These scurvy dogs escaped from a greyhound track and were lookin' fer new ships, and peglegs to chew on.

The Crown was represented. Unbeknownst to First Mate Zoë, the Mountie is about to clap her in irons for piracy.


Soon, the tables are turned, and her Majesty's finest is in the brig.

It was a freezing cold adventure, but a good time was had by all.


  1. Syd,
    Pirates have boarded your blog. Hoist the main sail. Yesterday I wore my horizontal striped knee socks, black shoes with silver buckles and listened to sea chanties for a few minutes. Can't listen for more than a few minutes without grog.