Depending on one’s mind and imagination the word ‘Landshark‘ conjures different images.
For me, with a childish snigger, it makes me think of the, er, sexual game involving humming the Jaws theme tune as one heads from one side of the room towards an awaiting partner ready to, er, ‘impale’ them. Not that I’ve ever had first hand experience of this. A Catholic priest told me about it.
For lots of Americans it’s a character from Saturday Night Live who pretends he’s other things only to then eat the victim he has just hoodwinked.
A landshark can be a lager, or one of the Transformers, or the brand of some sports equipment, or a restaurant or … well, so many different things.
Recently, I discovered this picture of an actual Landshark.
Of course some might argue that it’s not a Landshark but a seahorse or even the less exciting sounding sharkhorse.
But, I like the name Landshark for this new hybrid animal (Is it an ‘animal’ or a ‘fish’?).
Some say that a whole flock/pod/herd of Landsharks have now been released into the New Forest. Unfortunately they are eating humans.
If you look carefully at the picture, inbetween the leg and the mouth, you will see the watermark-like indentation made by the ghostly and staring human head of one of the victims.
Please avoid being the next victim. Avoid the Landshark.
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