This arrived in my mail earlier this week. Yes. A calendar of semi-clad ‘fishermen’ advertising canned fish.
T: “Where are you going, Dave?”
D: “I’m just off out to catch us some fish for supper.”
T: “Don’t forget your oilskin dungarees and your woolly hat. Its pretty chilly out there, this time of year.”
D: “Good idea, thanks. I won’t bother with a shirt though, I’ll just lube up my torso with baby oil.”
T: “Er, okay.”
Also, don’t you just hate it when you receive an advance copy of a book you’ve worked on, and discover – horror of horrors – an error? Ahem, yes, that picture is definitely a weka, not a kiwi. Pity then that the caption is about kiwis. *keeps quiet*