Thailand has opened a brand new zoo and it is one that has garnered the attention of the world’s media for offering a different kind of experience.
The ‘Khop Khun Animal Sanctuary’ based outside of the city of Phuket is revolutionary in its approach to animal captivity, if you can even call that. The entire park is open with no walls or barriers keeping the animals in one singular place. Instead, in order to keep visitors safe, every member must wear their very own human cage, placed around their head, body and legs to prevent any unwanted attention from the most rambunctious of residents.
Originally the idea of billionaire John Cho, it was fully realised, albeit with the help of Cho’s money, by Anastasia and Lloyd Botham, a couple originally from Milton Keynes. It was these forward-thinking biologists who designed the layout of the attraction with the animals in mind, more than the people.
“We wanted it to be outside inside, or more appropriately, we didn’t want the animals to know they were being kept inside something,” wittered Lloyd, “Their sense of freedom is much more important than anything else. They need to believe that nothing is stopping them from living their best life and though it may not be the habitat they are normally used to, it is much more humane than tiny cages in dingy corners of draughty warehouses.”
Anastasia was the one who crafted the “human cages” as they have come to be known as. “I was inspired by robots. I love the movement of robots, the style and look of robots. It then occurred to me that when people get close to sharks they lower themselves into the water in a giant cage for protection. Why not do the same thing on land? Not with sharks though because they’d die, unless they were put in a giant tank. I reckon it wouldn’t be the same though.”
After ten minutes of waffling she returned to the point. “We have several cages available for use. The family cage (AKA the “Bernard Manning”) is our most popular, allowing two adults and two children to wander through the park in tandem. The couple cage (AKA the “Howard and Marina”) is another favourite, for those who don’t want to chance it on their own. The solo cages (the “Katie Hopkins”) are also available although you’d be surprised at how often they are not used. People would prefer to travel in groups.
The controversy surrounding the sanctuary was deepened when several of the animals took it upon themselves to try and eat the paying patrons by pushing the cages over and clawing at the people like they were trying to scoop the last of the Pringles from the very bottom of the tube. Mike Sore and his fiancee, Klara Onspott, barely made it out alive.
“It was the most terrifying experience of my life,” rustled Mike, his wife-to-be shaking nervously at his side, “you never expect it to happen to you. There we were, laughing at the marmots when these two gorillas pushed over our cage and viciously swiping at us. Had we not flattened ourselves at the very bottom and called for help we wouldn’t be here today. Thank God gorillas have never had a box of Tic-Tacs.”
It’s fair to say that once the animal kingdom does learn about shaking that last chocolate-covered raisin from the bottom of the packet into the mouth in one seamless movement, the human race is doomed.
15 comments on “Newsboost – Zany Zoo Zig-Zag”
I disagree with all of this, except the description of Mike as “rustling”, which I applaud with all the enthusiasm at my disposal. This is excellent. More people should rustle when they talk.
There are so many descriptive words for THINGS that you can use any of them and it makes sense. 2020, anything goes. If a man can almost be eaten by primates then he can rustle when he talks.
Last week I breezed some words in a colleague’s general direction.
I bed you did. But then you’ve always piped and fettled your way through life with total abandon. #descriptivewords
I have, haven’t I? In fact I was voted most likely to pipe and fettle my way through life in our school year book. You know that really rubbish one they rustled up on a computer an hour before it was handed out to everyone, with a stunningly awful photo of me (big nose, pink face, swift fringe) and you didn’t appear at all because the person who did it didn’t like you.
I genuinely don’t know if you made that up or it actually happened.
My sister got an actual yearbook at the end of year 11. Everyone had two pictures, one taken for the yearbook and the other one from when they first started year 7 so you could see the changes. Except for about five people, who weren’t in on the day the new pictures were taken, so they only had a year 7 picture and an empty space, and it looked like they must have died.
Jesus, that’s bleak.
And no, for once I did not make that up. The aforementioned thing about our shoddy yearbook is true.
I don’t remember having a year book at all. I didn’t think we got one. Was it in black and white, printed off from an Acorn A3000 computer on an ancient laser printer, and then photocopied several hundred times so everything on it looked a bit dark and grainy? That’s what everything else I got from school looked like.
Yes. That’s exactly what it was. If I’m ever allowed out of Corona town and back home to Garforth, apparently a hotspot and practically ground zero at the moment, I will dig it up like the sentimental fool I am.
Where is it buried?
Dead Man’s Creek, wrapped in brown paper, behind the box.
Bring 10,000 cola nuts and she’s yours.
Dead Man’s Creek? Is that round the back of Marlene Joyce?
Marlene Joyce? Where have you been grandad? There ain’t no MJ anymore. It’s gone, I tell you, gone!
I’m afraid the only Garforth I know is the one I left behind in 2006. If it’s changed since then it’s news to me.
News to you? News to you?
News to me, News to you.
That’s news to you.