Homo Berriens at The Easter Egg Hunt.

The back story….anthropologists at The University of Madup have been shocked to discover that Home Berriens which was thought to be a rare sub-species of Homo Sapiens has in fact developed at such a rate it has become a significant part of the adult population.  Predominantly male, aged 23 to 52, it is characterised by a lowered forehead constantly foraging across a small screen. Significantly reduced peripheral vision and auditory acuity is coupled with the ability to work in very low lighting conditions such as the cinema. Accentuated fingers enable small keyboards to be adroitly managed at speed while simultaneously executing other activities such as eating cereal, walking the dog or sky-diving. This sub-species can easily be identified as one hand is permanently in a grip-like pose (similar to that of the early Action Man toys) from holding a Blackberry or similar device plus one jacket pocket hangs much lower then the other. This is coupled with a general unease as they realise there is no such panacea as ‘in-box zero’. Approach with care as normal conversation (as bench-marked with Homo Sapiens) can be alarmingly different.

Jack and his children are at the local Easter Egg Hunt. Jack surveys the scene: there are a bewildering number of children and parents and an unknown number of eggs scattered across a confusing terrain of Church grounds and adjacent park. The whistle is blown: they're off. Jack's children immediately find a couple of eggs  each.

Jack: cool work kids, so let's just enter their co-ordinates;

Little Lucy: what, Dad? Can't we just eat them? 

Jack: no way, sweetheart. That's the obvious strategy. What we need to do is capture on my Blackberry GPS every egg found, including those from your competit ..er friends, too....and work out a pattern. Once cracked we can find the majority very quickly.

Young Danny: But I only want two eggs. Mummy reminded me any more than two makes me really, really sick. And I really hate chocolate sick.

Little Lucy and Young Danny looked at each other, sat down, unwrapped their eggs and started to eat. Life is good when you know your priorities. They did wonder why dad was still typing on his little screen. He did do it a lot. Funny Daddy. Parents are really bizarre at times.

Later this week. Homo Berriens makes love. But not as we know it.

Jack and his children are at the local Easter Egg Hunt. Jack surveys the scene: there are a bewildering number of children and parents and an unknown number of eggs scattered across a confusing terrain of Church grounds and adjacent park. The whistle is blown: they're off. Jack's children immediately find a couple of eggs  each.

Jack: cool work kids, so let's just enter their co-ordinates;

Little Lucy: what, Dad? Can't we just eat them? 

Jack: no way, sweetheart. That's the obvious strategy. What we need to do is capture on my Blackberry GPS every egg found, including those from your competit ..er friends, too....and work out a pattern. Once cracked we can find the majority very quickly.

Young Danny: But I only want two eggs. Mummy reminded me any more than two makes me really, really sick. And I really hate chocolate sick.

Little Lucy and Young Danny looked at each other, sat down, unwrapped their eggs and started to eat. Life is good when you know your priorities. They did wonder why dad was still typing on his little screen. He did do it a lot. Funny Daddy. Parents are really bizarre at times.

Later this week. Homo Berriens makes love. But not as we know it.