Lots of mentions for good chums and family, comment on politicians' failure, more fun than seriousness and tinctures for all...
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Welsh hillsiders' quandary...
There is much furious foaming furore about Welsh schools not being academically on the same 'level playing field' as English schools today.
I have to inform everyone, that nowhere in Wales, which is a delightful country with lovely, friendly people, is there a single level playing field!
Michael Green decided that Welsh rugby players had one leg shorter than the other, so that they could play on their gorgeous hillsides and valleys and, for Scrobs, having played the game there for many years, there is general agreement on that score!
Thursday, 24 January 2013
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Neigh Lad...
This latest furore concerning meat in burgers really gets my goat!
It's another example of the nanny state, expecting people to actually find meat in food, especially those things made from old tyres and motorway service station plastic gloves!
If I was a vegetarian, I'd eat my hat, but I wouldn't because it's a natty leather one with a rather fetching plaited two-tone band around the brim...
Give me a Lion bar any day!
Friday, 11 January 2013
Aerial pics...
I just found this by accident - had to see about a site, and Googled it...
http://www.britainfromabove.org.uk/
Such gorgeous old aerial pics are so exciting, even BP is up all night, checking where he used to live and spend his hard-earned dosh...
http://www.britainfromabove.org.uk/
Such gorgeous old aerial pics are so exciting, even BP is up all night, checking where he used to live and spend his hard-earned dosh...
Friday, 4 January 2013
Are you sitting comfortably...then I'll begin...
Daphne Oxenford was the hugely long name of the person who would start to tell us something, when the music stopped. My dear sister and I would hang on to every word when she spoke with those beautiful tones, and I've never forgotten her.
There used to be a short piano prelude as well, which still rings...
I'm so looking forward to getting our grandchildren into a state where we can do half what this lovely lady did for me.
Saturday, 29 December 2012
Thoughts from a graveyard...
Bill Bryson, in his excellent book 'At home', mentions that an archaeological colleague said that in the churchyard near his house, there were about 20,000 bodies buried, which meant that the area around the church had risen by several feet, and also that it looked as though the church had sunk into the ground. The graveyard has had to accommodate all those material bodies over all these the years!
'The Turrets' has the local churchyard on two boundaries, and also the east thoroughfare which used to have a shop, a bank, and much more interesting, a pub. All these have gone now (thanks to one of Mr Hitler's 'V' rockets), but we strive to continue the tradition of the Market Cross, which adorned our immediate locality.
But looking out at the graveyard from our house, I now wonder at how on earth (or beyond), so many families in our immediate district, now lay quiet and undisturbed, and how so many of the names have vanished without trace. To my reckoning there may well be up to 100,000 bodies buried close to us here, and all of these people have a connection to me and my family.
I walk JRT through the churchyard most days, and reckon I can look at the stones and the graves with some experience, but now, understanding that there are probably several thousand more buried there, I'll really have to wonder why we're all here, and for such a short time...
Tuesday, 18 December 2012
Christmas spirit...
A Happy Christmas to my three-hundred and sixty-seven thousand readers, and also the several friends and relations who responded this year.
Next year really will be the one where we all bounce back, and with a following wind, BPs and I will be able to buy a new hat each, and maybe use some expenses for those long lunches we've missed for so long since the last sorry lot consigned us all to recession.
Right, that's enough politics for this year, the week is young, and bottles need to be polished, cheeses need to be gloated over, peanuts hurled over the shoulder for JRT, presents for two (soon to be three) grand-children, and lovely family, Mrs S in demand mode for an early tincture, I'm in de-mob alert, and before I can say "'Bye for now", I've just realised that it is totally pitch dark, and I was supposed to go down to 'The Patch', and dig a few leeks and a parsnip for supper...
Oh, bugger...;0)
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