Karry kindly wrote in to tell us how much the butterflies (especially the Owls and the Blue Morpho) at the Magic of Life Butterfly House in Aberystwyth enjoy supping on our smoothies. Apparently they never enjoyed concentrated juice, so they're pretty switched on insects.
This is a female Mocker Swallowtail from Tanzania feasting on some of our pineapples, bananas and coconuts smoothie
The Magic of Life Trust has been set up to increase the awareness of the natural world, and if you go along, you'll not only get a personal tour, but they'll tell you all about the plants, butterflies and rainforests. So, if you're in the area, and stuck for somewhere to take the kids during the holidays, or you just fancy looking at butterflies, pop down there. We'll leave you with a picture of Semperi, a swallowtail only found in the Philippines. And now Aberystwyth.
Interesting story brewing about air freighted food (read more here). It's probably worth saying at this point that we don't air freight our ingredients.
And now it's time to enjoy the rest of the damp and drizzly Bank Holiday Monday. Whoopee.
Photo by Ann Cantelow. Thanks Ann.
Hello, I'm Row and I'm one of the People's Champions here at innocent. Apparently I have some very strange/strong phobias so I thought I'd share my top three with you. Maybe you've got just the thing to help me - all phobia-combatting advice welcome.
My third worst phobia: Ventriloquists (automatonophobia)
Weirdly, I can handle Orville, but it's the ones that look like people that I get freaked by. There's one man who leaves his dummy on the stage whilst he walks off, and the dummy starts looking round and talking all on his own. That's just not right.
My second worst phobia: Clowns (coulrophobia)
It all stems from a scary clown experience I had as a teenager. It involved a clown at a friend's little sister's birthday party who began by chasing us teenagers around as well as the little kids. I just remember his big feet kept slapping on my feet, and I definitely wasn't laughing. I ended up locking myself in the loo downstairs to get away from him, only to have him start tapping on the door. I tell you, the film It had nothing on this clown.
My worst phobia: Sharks (or more specifically Great White sharks) (selachophobia)
This stems from my twin sister insisting we watch Jaws before going swimming, combined with her telling me 'the shark's gone, you can look now', only for me to drop the cushion I was holding and see Jaws still gnawing away at someone's leg. This phobia is so bad I can't even look at a picture of a Great White in attack mode without shrieking. To try to make a step forward and because I couldn't bring myself to look at a picture of a real shark, I've drawn one, which you can see below. My old A Level art teachers would be so proud.*
* clearly I did textiles and not painting/drawing.
This isn't we-won-a-prize week, but we did win another prize. And seeing as this one was on the telly, it seems churlish not to give you a blow by blow account, almost as if you'd watched it on the box:
Here's Gordon. He'll be presenting the prize for 'Business Achievement'.
"Could it be us?" Adam wonders. Jon and Richard say nothing and smile, whilst the women behind them fall asleep.
"Blimey," says Adam, "we've won." Jon is excited and quickly looks down to check that his shoes are on the right feet.
"Thank you Gordon" says Jon. "And good luck with the new job."
"I knew we shouldn't have let him collect the prize," think Jon and Richard.
Rubbish captions aside, we were very surprised and extrememly
chuffed to win. As Adam said in his acceptance speech,
just like to thank my hairdresser" we couldn't have done it
without the people who drink our drinks. Without you, we'd be a
useless business. So thank you, again. We've got a lot to be