Tales of the Holy Goat

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The garden is particularly lush this year, we have had a very wet spring interspersed with some really nice warm sunny days.  We have the house on the market 5 acres just being too much now but have worked like dogs to keep the weeds at bay ( the beastly actual dogs only supervise!)  The bastard weeds grow at an alarming rate, actually I’m sure they are triffids, they just described them wrongly in the book!

It has now got to the point that the garden is fairly mature and people, total strangers, actually stop and ask if they may walk round and look as it is fairly unusual for Whatcom County in that it is filled with flowers not public lavatory style landscaping as are most properties.  So we are reasonably and justifiably rather pleased with it.  Not unreasonably it is being sold with the garden being very much one of its selling points.  One would not expect a non gardener to buy this place.

Would one?

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You Read it Here First

I am afraid that this might turn out be a rant, possibly a ramble and maybe a non-event. I don’t know where I might end up but I feel the need to set off on the journey anyway.

On 19th May 2012, Embra’s big team, the mighty Heart of Midlothian gave the wee Embran team a thorough skelping in the final of the Scottish Cup. The following day, there were, by common consent, 100,000 Jambos on the streets of Auld Reekie celebrating that result. My chosen vantage point was at the foot of the Castle Rock.
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Guess what?

Thought that I’d share my good fortune with fellow members.

Although I already have super tickets for Saturday’s test here at the Nelson Mandela Bay Stadium (5 of them bought just a couple of days after ticketing opened, see here) I just had to simply share my delight at the phone call I received this evening.

You’ve all probably guessed by now, I’ve won them!

The small print says, ‘transport, brewery tour, meals and free beer’

Am I a lucky boy or wot?

Photography Competition No 28

WATER

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Dolphin in Algoa Bay

Water in any form, water doesn’t even have to be the subject, simply important to the picture.

A couple of rule changes;

1) I’d like to see pictures taken this year (2012)

2) Members may enter as many times as they like, all will be considered. I know how frustrating it is to have two or three suitable pictures for our competitions and have to pick only one, so I’ve scrapped the ‘one pic only rule’ for this one.

Water it is, solid, liquid or gas, have fun 🙂

Closing date Sat July 7th (all time zones, I’ll be judging on the Sunday)

Good Luck.

Waiting for Summer

Well, what a frustrating few days… with no access to WordPress! Thank you to everyone who emailed suggestions to me, and in particular to Tilly who posted about the problem and through this found an email address to try. What ever action it was that solved the problem, it now seems I am back.

Here’s Pippi under the wheelbarrow after the man with the noisy machine had gone. The grass looks awful as it has just been scarified! Continue reading “Waiting for Summer”

It’s all in the game, yo

Those of the older generation will think it is blasphemous to compare or, The Others take you, prefer the Harry Potter series to Lord of the Rings. Both fantasies have their fans and detractors in equal measure. You get the odd fanatic that swings bisexually embracing the two creations. Splitting the pie chart further are ones that favour the books over the films and vice versa.

The Tolkien/Potter saga with all those various permutations didn’t see the dark Dothraki horse coming up on the outside. Into the mix comes a third way: Game of Thrones.

The second season of Game of Thrones finished recently (for the record, I thought the first one was better) on Sky Atlantic. The TV series centres around a set of medieval fantasy books written by George R. R. Martin. There’s a bit of everything in the stories for the male audience: sword fights, sorcery, astounding landscapes varying from fire to ice, violence with heaps of blood, political intrigues with sharp dialogue and a smattering of soft porn. For the females, there’s Sean Bean and stuff like that.

It takes awhile to “learn” the character and machinations of the various cast ensemble that is pretty large (ugly large in the Hound’s case). It is annoying when just as you get to know and like a particular cast member they are killed; the body count is high. Most of the actors and actresses play their roles brilliantly. My own favourites are the dwarf, Peter Dinklage, who steals every scene he is in. And, remarkably, Jerome Flynn, yes that Jerome Flynn, as Dinklage’s bodyguard.

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I’m still not dead.

However, I have been extremely busy – up until the last few weeks during which I suffered from descent into a slough of lethargy, lolling around doing nothing but reading trashy novels and watching old movies.  I was rescued by a request to deliver a weeks training to a company here in London and the effort required to prepare the content seems to have put me back in circulation, as it were, as far as the lethargy attack is concerned, anyway.

So, if anyone might be interested, what have I been up to?  Since I returned from Kazakhstan at Christmas time, I have been working on a book which will be published towards the end of the year – not that you’re going to see it in WH Smith’s, or on Amazon, because it is a manual for business security managers and will be marketed through specialist channels.  Working on the book kept me pretty busy through the day and by the time knocking-off time came around, I was pretty much ‘computered-out.’  I did fit in a couple of short trips to Bucharest and Cairo, and I’m off to Kiev at the end of the month, all to deliver training courses of one kind or another.

I’ve also been into hospital a couple of times, once to get the arteries reamed out, again, and once to fix a bleeder in one of my eyes – the laser surgery in the eye was fascinating, but a most unpleasant experience as I found it very difficult to keep my eye open while someone was shining an incredibly bright light into it so she could see what she was doing.  (As an aside, I found the perfect GP for me – the lady served 12 years in the RAMC so it was very easy to strike up a relationship…I call her Ma’am and she calls me Mr Judge, just like old times 🙂

I learned that I was entitled to a wrinklies pass – though the official name is a ‘Freedom’ pass, which is a very useful thing to have as it gives me free travel throughout the town and well out into the suburbs – getting to Twickenham for rugby matches, for example, is covered.  It is a substantial benefit, but I have to say that I do think it is one of the benefits – like Child Allowance, that should be means tested and properly targetted.  I shall not complain too loudly, however.

My son is recovering well from the depression from which he was suffering, with a new job and a new ‘significant other,’ who has just moved down here from Sheffield.  She is a chef, and was delighted to receive a ‘phone call from the Ivy restaurant a couple of days after she arrived.  She is now working there and loving it. 

So, the Bravo crew is well settled in East Acton, which is not a particularly salubrious part of town, but is also not particularly insalubrious, either.  Lots of non-Wasp neighbours, but, fortunately, no overwhelming concentration of any particular ethnicity, so fairly civilised, except for the BNP hangout just across the road which receives regular attention from HM constabulary, though I did watch the Boks –  England match there on Saturday.  Whenever I go out to the shops, I speak to people in Russian, Romanian or Chinese, depending on which shop I’m going to, and there is an interesting fmaily who run the local hardware store, South-Asian extraction but apart form the patriarch, who has a quite difficult accent, all of them speaking super-strength Jockinese.

On the downside, I lost my owner.  She went one to one with a fox and came a very poor second.  I’m a bit surprised at how much I miss the little bugger.

So, I’m back, with a bit of catching up to do, I see 🙂