Scroblene...
Lots of mentions for good chums and family, comment on politicians' failure, more fun than seriousness and tinctures for all...
Monday 15 July 2024
I'm the luckiest man in the world...
Saturday 6 July 2024
Laurie tells the story...
Some time ago, I mentioned that a piece of music had so much inside the words, that it was more than ...
Tuesday 25 June 2024
Brie addiction...
For some reason, we seem to have accumulated a huge stock of this delicacy, and by generous coincidence, we also received two separate pieces of this gorgeous cheese!
We're currently addicted to both the French variety, and also the English one, usually from Somerset - where the cider apples Grooooooow...(hang on, that's the Coates cider advert Scrobs - Ed), and even last evening, a pleasurable brace of wraps with English tomatoes from Thanet Earth became a banquet beyond compare!
Many years ago, Don McKenzie, the publican of a favourite watering hole, 'The New Inn', in Winchelsea, wrote to the Daily Telegraph, and they published his letter, in which he expressed concern that the French were soon to be producing cheddar cheese! Of course, outrage ensued, and several apolectic missives were in abundance!
I have a tender memory of the man, because it was purely down to him that I met with the future Senora, and the rest is history, so he really was right!
But back then, who'd have thought that this lovely comestible would become a future prority on the regular visits to Tesco, and half of it would not have to come across The Channel...
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Of course, there's always this...
Sunday 23 June 2024
Pie in the sky...
A.K.Haart has posted a piece that explains much of what is wrong with these people, using their wealth to scream around the world, yelling at others about their peculiar belief in 'the science' which only exists in the bank accounts of those who get involved in the scam and milk the money from the system!
A chum sent me this the other day, which makes sense...
Wednesday 19 June 2024
Grandad...
Friday 14 June 2024
Painted green...
Around 1973, soon after Scrobs and Senora O'Blene plighted their various troths, the rugby club was becoming second, or even ninth in our lifestyles, and pretty soon I would be giving up the game...
But around then, as the club still had a thriving singing culture after each match, we decided to prepare a 'cabaret' for the Annual Ball. I had several friends who wanted to contribute, so around seven of us collected a script of some sort which included a few songs as well!
One chum was a Welsh teacher, and as he was a big fan of Max Boyce, he knew all the words to his songs! We incorporated several of these songs in the programme, and one particular song has always stuck out in this ol' grey head, as I've never heard it sung live - still haven't in fact...
But I've only just found the actual words we used!
Thanks to Will Garood, he has reproduced the whole song HERE and I can now remember the lines in all their glory, with my 12 string guitar belting out the chords, and a bunch of drunken hooligans my fellow troubadours singing their hearts out!
My chum Paul, tactfully avoided explaining why, as the comments show on Will's piece, that one of the lines wasn't as printed at the end of the first verse, they were supposed to be as Maldwyn said in the comments!
So you can see why I never understood that line, and now I know!
(Actually, I still have the original script, all crossed out and altered, and without the words to the songs sadly, together with a reel-to-reel tape copy of the dress rehearsal, all wrapped up in the roof...)
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Thank you Will, I hope you don't mind me crediting you with this gem!
Friday 7 June 2024
The stuff of life...