Attack of the baboons

 

Have you ever seen a (real) baboon do karaoke?  No?  Me neither, although you could be forgiven for mistaking what you can see above as exactly that.

It is a baboon, yes. But instead of holding a microphone, our furry friend has our windscreen wiper in its hands.

Clearer?  And here's some final confirmation in case any scepticism remains.

Our fault really as the signs did warn that our car may be in danger.

We were at Knowsley Safari Park on a half-term weekend away.  And driving through the baboon enclosure was a must do for those of us without flash cars.

To be fair, some of our hairy acquaintances were cute, such as this baby one hugging its mummy.

Before it went and spoilt everything by nibbling on her big red bum.

Animal.

There were other fun sights too.

Yes!

Come on!

And even this zebra.

That was our Sunday entertainment. On Saturday, we went to Crosby beach to see a display of 100 naked iron statues of the same man (who made them).

I say 100 but one was missing, enabling Jamie to climb onto the empty plinth and pretend to be it.

I can't tell the difference.

Then it was on to sunny(ish) Southport for some traditional seaside resort activities.

It was the Hall of (Cracked) Mirrors first.

  

Ho ho.

Then the hobby horses.

You'll note that Jamie's mount was called "Girlie" which didn't please him when later pointed out.

It was fish and chips next.

Obviously.  Followed by ice cream.

Definitely.

And then we locked him and her in an overhead cage.

It's nice to get a break.

So that was our weekend away.

And for baboon diehards amongst you, I have a special bonus offering which - if you have three minutes spare - you might want to watch.

I'll relive it one day, just as soon as my psychiatrist has signed me off.