The Chimpanzee and the Tiger

I can't believe I didn't write about this sooner. OK, back story - in my room I have an old news paper cutting of this beautiful picture. And on this picture is a chimpanzee and a white tiger cub.

It's an incredibly sweet picture compared to the sour story that is written with it.

The two tiger cubs were separated from the mother at birth due to a hurricane and floods. However they have now found a surrogate mother in form of a two year old (that was in 2008) chimpanzee called Anjana. The pictures would melt even the most cold hearted of folk.

But now you are thinking "Why the heck are you posting these pictures that was 3 years ago", well I was looking on the Internet and guess what I found. The two little tiger cubs all grown up.

The pictures reminds me of a human relationship so much considering that the tigers are now bigger then there Mom.

Kris.

Can you see spots?

 

I stayed up until 2AM this morning so I could watch the Children in Need show on BBC 1. It was amazing, with many famous names such as Matt Cardle and Adele, I totally love Adele.

   

I’m not old enough to ring in unfortunately but what I was old enough to do was to donate money to Children in Need through my school. The school also did a show for Children in Need and all the profit’s were donated to Children in Need. Hope you enjoyed the show and saw spots.

Kris.

PS: I think I’m going to set a charity sponsorship  page up so I can do an even bigger bit for charity, so I’ll keep you updates.

A Field of Poppies

 On the Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month the treaty to end World War I was signed.

This post has been published automatically so I could still pay my respects to those who have died defending the innocent. I think it’s amazing that people want to be able to defend strangers, to defend their friends, to defend their family and to defend their country. For two minutes, on the second Sunday of November, Britain will fall silent to pay respects to those who have died in the name of their country. I too will be paying my tributes at my local cenotaph, as the Queen will be paying hers as Whitehall, London.

The First Two Minute Silence in London (11th November 1919) as reported in the Manchester Guardian, 12th November 1919.

'The first stroke of eleven produced a magical effect.
The tram cars glided into stillness, motors ceased to cough and fume, and stopped dead, and the mighty-limbed dray horses hunched back upon their loads and stopped also, seeming to do it of their own will. Someone took off his hat, and with a nervous hesitancy the rest of the men bowed their heads also.

Here and there an old soldier could be detected slipping unconsciously into the posture of 'attention'. An elderly woman, not far away, wiped her eyes, and the man beside her looked white and stern. Everyone stood very still... The hush deepened. It had spread over the whole city and become so pronounced as to impress one with a sense of audibility. It was a silence which was almost pain... And the spirit of memory brooded over it all.'

"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
      -Fourth Stanza from the poem For the Fallen

With all respects,
Kris.

I feel all professional!

Hey, I just wanted to tell everyone that I have fully integrated my technology to the blog, this includes my tablet PC and my iPod.

I have also connected my emails to my phone so I can read them on the go and I have installed numerous security filters to them, in case you didn't know the blogs email is kristurner1997@gmail.com

Kris.

Bonfire Night

I hope everyone had a really good bonfire night. I did it was really great with the cubs/scouts.

I was in charge of setting off fireworks but I was with an adult so I was fine before anyone gets protective and starts freaking out.

My highlights of the Camp were probably

1) being told to watch for the evil bunny rabbits of doom by a twelve year old.

2) having my student of comebacks completely own a seventeen year old who of course had been deprived of sex for a long while, considering he asked a thirteen year old where the pussy was.

My "student" responded by telling him that his cat was at home and was called Mr Sniggles, the look on the lads face was priceless I would have whipped out my camera if it hadn't of been to dark.

Kris.