I haven't the foggiest idea who it was said it or what the exact words were, but I'm pretty darned sure that somebody somewhere once said something along the lines that every man is entitled to his 15 minutes of fame. Could tomorrow evening be the moment when my 15 minutes arrive? This has been very much a "Lions" week. It started on Monday when we had the pub games evening as the next event in our zone Olympics in which each of our local clubs takes it in turn to provide a social evening for the other clubs in the "zone". On Monday, Tony and I played shove ha'penny while others played pool and darts. Tony and I only managed a second place but Brighton did win the evening overall. On Tuesday there was the funeral of a fellow Lion, then my club's dinner meeting on Thursday. There were other little bits and bobs on Wednesday and Friday, but the week was rounded off yesterday evening by another Olympic event. This was kurling, in indoor version (played in a gym) of the old Scottish game. Second again. When I got home it was to find a note from a film company. It seems they will be filming in our road on Monday evening and this will be transmitted live. The programme is about urban foxes - of which we have more than our fair share. It will be interesting to see if we can watch the filming taking place while seeing what is being filmed on our television screen. But if I just happen to walk up the road - taking the dog for a walk perhaps... Nah, it will never happen that I'm on national television. Talking of wildlife, today's picture is of the Waterhall dew pond. Or, more specifically, the tadpoles in the pond. I have never seen so many. Fern is fascinated by them (Fern being the dog) but I make sure she stays out of the water.