They are truly delightful creatures, and highly intelligent. Now, this is not a culinary/ethical question, but one of music/character/integrity. I think Ringo’s ode to our Octopus chums is a thing of pure joy and delight, for children and adults alike. Innocent, fun, great tune, harmonies… it ‘s really is a lovely song, and I’ve just saved Ringo from certain death by piano.
I think this song is a perfect litmus test as to whether:
a) You’re a very nice person. You like this song.
b) You’re a shifty bugger. When you visit a zoo, the sky mysteriously and ominously darkens as all the animals freak out and try and hide in their cages/enclosures. You do not like this song.
You are either a) or b). Option c) is for borderline sociopaths and not included in this test.
Hullo, Rob.
Sadly not I ( see ‘Sprogs, Dogs, Blogs, thread) though I’ll pass on your regards to him via Etherchat.
I’ll put you down as a)
Then how come if I click on your username, all Rob’s old threads pop up? 🙂
He entrusted them to me when he ascended from Mount Kailash. Please see Kaisfatdude’s thread as instructed. (tuh!… I dunno…)
MMMMM, I love octopus. (Or is it octopi? Or octopus pie, better still!!)
Baby ones, doused in a garlic vinaigrette.
Tip top!!!
noooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!
Retro, I think you will find that it is “Octopusses”*
* – not really…
Octopodes, or so I’ve read. Something to do with it being a Greek word.
Anyway, laters peeps (as I believ street parlance has it).
I’m off to try and sort out an internet troll, and decide whether or not to jack in social media altogether, or just keep a new limited fb account for close friends only.
Ooooh, let us know how that goes.
I remember as a child on a beach in the Med, the local fishermen hung up their catch in nets. I was freaked out (as was no doubt the intent) when one of the men touched a tentacle with his finger and it promptly curled right round the intruding digit.
Anyway, don’t they have two brains or something? Octopuses, that is, not French fishermen.
All I know is that in the old movie days when you were on land the greatest danger was straying into quicksand and underwater the likeliest peril was attack by giant octopus. Then these eight-tentacled f***s launched their PR smokescreen trying to establish sharks as the true villains of the ocean. And it’s a measure of how successful they have been that we have posts from their propagandists telling us how “delightful” and “intelligent” are these monsters, the true fiends of the deep..
The very worst thing about octopodes? They can work eight sock puppets at the same time, for maximum online propagandizing.