OddThinking

The awkward shape in the foreground is what you see first. It clearly isn’t a sheep, despite the title. It is black and white, and appears to be floating very slightly off the ground.

She whispered down the phone, “Quick! Julian, I am ringing from your father’s house. What is the name of the tip of a shoelace?”

In hindsight, the clock was hideous. Royal blue and white perspex, with a brass pendulum, it was probably the height of fashion when it was purchased in the mid-seventies.

Somebody noticed blood on his car, the police became involved and Joe was detained.

It was in the early 1980s. My brother and I were working on our homework. My father, Joe, decided to have a little fun.

Joe decided to put an academic spin on the old prank of sending out the apprentice for striped paint or a long weight.

My father, Joe, smoked cigarettes when he was younger, but he decided he wanted to give up.

My father, Joe, introduced John W. to the love of skiing. Soon John was just as keen at skiing.

Joe couldn’t find a free car park and eventually parked in a space reserved for a professor.

If you are going to study biology, at some stage you have to come to terms with the fact that your chosen career is not just about patting dolphins and trekking through the forest. You need to know something about the workings of the icky insides of an animal. For many students, the Sheep Prac. was that moment.