"Horace is a lovable, portly pig who performs his greatest bodily acts in slow motion. Gyrate with Horace as he does the belly dance! Laugh out loud as he attempts to eat cake on a treadmill! Dry retch as he pops a zit!"

Full episode details and all the videos can be found at ABC's Horace in Motion microsite. 

“Can you get me some parsley?”

“is that the curly one or the straight one?”

“curly”

“ahhh... curly. okie dokie”

I know basil, sage, thyme, rosemary, catnip and a few others in the garden but parsley and chives remain elusive. It's a brain burp. Or blockage.

To be honest, if it was that important to remember which from what, I suspect I would already have the differences well and truly embedded in my brain but as I don’t, I’m now of the belief that it’s not a life altering omission... and I sincerely doubt that instant recollection would bring about world peace, or make jam and cream donuts less fattening.

Years ago, during a t-shirt phase in my life, I got a STFU shirt, quite simply because it said it all without saying anything. The only problem was that the style was unisex, I suspect more man than woman as it had a cut flattering only to a plank of wood and it had a high neckline which as you now know, I hate. I spent more time yanking on the neck than I did enjoying the bold statement that often tip toed, ambled or charged rampantly through my head.

some of my favourites...