Half a century ago, Belgian Zoologist Bernard Heuvelmans first codified cryptozoology in his book On the Track of Unknown Animals.

The Centre for Fortean Zoology (CFZ) are still on the track, and have been since 1992. But as if chasing unknown animals wasn't enough, we are involved in education, conservation, and good old-fashioned natural history! We already have three journals, the largest cryptozoological publishing house in the world, CFZtv, and the largest cryptozoological conference in the English-speaking world, but in January 2009 someone suggested that we started a daily online magazine! The CFZ bloggo is a collaborative effort by a coalition of members, friends, and supporters of the CFZ, and covers all the subjects with which we deal, with a smattering of music, high strangeness and surreal humour to make up the mix.

It is edited by CFZ Director Jon Downes, and subbed by the lovely Lizzy Bitakara'mire (formerly Clancy), scourge of improper syntax. The daily newsblog is edited by Corinna Downes, head administratrix of the CFZ, and the indexing is done by Lee Canty and Kathy Imbriani. There is regular news from the CFZ Mystery Cat study group, and regular fortean bird news from 'The Watcher of the Skies'. Regular bloggers include Dr Karl Shuker, Dale Drinnon, Richard Muirhead and Richard Freeman.The CFZ bloggo is updated daily, and there's nothing quite like it anywhere else. Come and join us...

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Saturday, September 05, 2009


I was fast asleep this morning (if not sleeping the sleep of the just, sleeping the sleep of a man who's Tegretol dose has just been doubled) when I was awoken by a godawful noise. Was it The Rapture? Had the last trump been sounded by Angels banging brass bells, and loosing the hounds of Hades? Were these my last moments here on earth?

No, of course they weren't. The angel was a mildly cute young blonde from DHL carrying a parcel; the brass bell was, ummm, my brass doorbell; and the hounds of hell were Biggles, who was mildly annoyed at being awoken from his sleep, especially now that he is a big star on the BBC (see yesterday).

I came downstairs in my dressing gown, and blearily signed for the parcel. As I did so, a gust of wind caught my dressing gown and I would have been in grave danger of being accused of indecent exposure had it not been for the fact that the DHL seraph was looking in the other direction. My modesty relatively, intact I took the parcel.

It was Steve Jones's extremely generous gift to us of a Tb external hard drive. Thanks mate....

1 comment:

Steve Jones said...

You should have known from the sudden gust of wind Jon that a witches present had arrived,ha,ha! It also means that the DHL van you saw the other day was their attempt to deliver the original hard drive.
Still at least you have one now.
take care mate.