Lib Dems' Easter sing-song...

Funky chicken...

Norman Collier died recently, and just for the memory, I popped on this CLASSIC to remind me of how funny he really was!

Reading his OBIT here, he does seem to have been one of the dwindling genre of comedian who never wanted to upset anyone, and just relied on trying to be funny.

I saw him live in 1978, at 'The Talk of the Midlands', and easily remember all his acts, including the maniacal chicken, but the microphone sequence was always just hilarious...

Michael Caine - 80 years young...

Michael Caine is 80 today, and he is still the icon of the adolescent/maturing/composting/ageing years of a bewildered Scrobs...

Have a drink on me, Gonville/Charlie/Harry, you're the main bloke I'd like to meet one day!

Just as I thought, as I'm sat here riding this bike...

Fatty...

St David's Day Massacre...

So UKIP came second, veeeery close to causing 'The St David's Day Massacre'! I just happened to wake up and hear the result as it happened, so I may be the first non-political blogger to report the result! 

(Actually, there is another blog run by a Mr Grindo Forks, but he may well have been awake as well)!

Daffodils are such a wonderful flower to brighten the beginning of the end of winter, and yesterday, Mrs Scrobs bought her Marie Curie emblem, which was then subsequently mauled by various grand-daughters,, but at least one of them has learned the name of a new flower!

Of course, everyone over The Severn Bridge will have a great day - Bor-eh dah, and I'll play this song, because it looks like he's walking along Camber Sands...

Grot news as usual...

Won't ever happen...

Pathetic response from the awful BBC, who habitually knock anything positive with GB - especially England.

Just watch the attitude of most of their 'unbiased' reports... from the North!

As is the norm these days, we just click them off, and just watch to see what the weather is like, as at least Carol has some presence, the rest, (except Louise Minchin who always looks gorgeous), can just forget it, as they're useless.

Staying on! (Stannah Lift version...)!

Both Lilith and Electro-Kevin are moving to new houses this weekend, and I wish two of the nicest people in the blogosphere and their families, the very best of good fortune in what is always an exciting and exhausting time.

The traditional first supper in a new home has to be fish and chips, with some sort of peculiar ale closely followed by copious amounts of Chateau Turrets, or whatever one can find among the various boxes, or the near empty shelves of the local Spar at 10.30pm...

By coincidence, this week, Mrs S and I have finalised our plans to stay put in ‘The Turrets’, after a lot of soul searching and wondering about down-sizing and getting nowhere! We’re now here for good, or until one of us ends up in the clutches of Nurse Gladys Emmanuel, (which doesn’t seem such a bad idea to me, but might be frowned upon by Mrs S...)!

We even took on another allotment to replace the lost garden we might have to endure, and now we've got so much growing space, we can feed a small African country as well as keep reasonably fit in the process! I mean, let's face it, we've only got the price of a Stannah Lift to cough up if things go awry!

So, we're going through the same excitable phase as both Elecs and Lils, and that, coupled with what will hopefully turn out to be the most promising week in our business partnership (sorry B, had to say that), means that things will never really be the same again!

So, as Trevor Howard happily yelps in the lovely film of the book above, 'Time for more gin and lime...'!