
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.
Unlike some of our competitors we are not going to try and blackmail you into donating by saying that we won't continue if you don't. That would just be vulgar, but our lives, and those of the animals which we look after, would be a damn sight easier if we receive more donations to our fighting fund. Donate via Paypal today...
EDITOR's NOTE: Harriet was particularly disappointed that Neil Arnold was forced to cancel his WW appearance because of work committments. And like any woman scorned, she will bang on about it till the cows come home! (Bloody Hell that girl will be scary in a few years).
So back to the topic of Rebecca and her big cats; I attended her lecture on big cats in Australia. In fact, I came early so as to bag a front seat as Ruby has proven to be an excessively great friend; also cats are my favourite animals and the subject of big cats has recently begun to pose some great interest for me, therefore I’m eager to learn more. So, it’s lucky that I’m learning from a friend, not least a brilliant one. Now, just to be evil, in my next blog entry I will relate to all those of you who didn’t attend the Weird Weekend the highlights of the Australian Big Cats lecture… Yes, Neil Arnold, I’m talking to YOU.
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This year I suggested to Jackie that we camped at the Weird Weekend instead of staying at a B&B or a hotel. This shocked Mrs H as she knows that I am not the world's greatest outdoors person and that I am as keen on camping as I am on athlete's foot, which is not very much.
aperture at ground level and buzz around my head. Mrs H asked me why I didn't simply, "psychically tell them to go". I said I'd much rather physically twat them with a rolled-up newspaper.
The more observant of you will have noticed that I was away last week and not doing the YNT, but where was I? "What great adventures were taking place?" you may wonder. Well, I was wandering around South Devon with my lady-friend. Among other things we went to Torquay and saw the great new mangrove exhibits at Living Coasts and some very friendly penguins. We also took a trip across Dartmoor where I just had to have this photo taken.
