I was absolutely delighted to have the day off work today to be able to watch the climax to a weekend of celebrations live.
Despite the dreadful weather, the whole thing passed off really well. I was delighted to see that my nation rose to the occasion and did what we always used to do so well. Concentrated on our strengths. Continue reading “A Great End to the Jubilee Weekend”
There’s a few traits about today’s tennis professionals that make me want to shout. They are so fussy about the balls they receive before they serve. They’ll have three in their hand and after analysing them will discard a few to the slave ball boy. Honestly these sportsmen are a spoiled lot; they should see the balls I play with. Also, the rejected balls are rolled along the ground to the ball boys forcing the child to stoop to pick them up. What’s up with bouncing the balls back to the ball boys? Give the ball boys a break, for goodness sake. Continue reading “Superbrat didn’t sweat”
It seems Her Majesty was more taken with the antics of a horse than she was by the flotilla of river craft. Continue reading “For the love of horses”
Oh my God I feel quite ill!
I have just read in the paper that the poor Duchess of Cambridge has committed, at least in my book, a hideous faux pas in fashion. She has, I hope inadvertently, turned up to the Jubilee pageant dressed in clothing already worn in public by Kim Kardashian and some other ghastly TV tart.
It is all very well being economical and wearing off the peg to private dos but quite another matter turning up to State bashes in the same rag as some cheap whore. Enough already! The young lady should be made to accept a stylist/dresser who would keep this kind of thing from happening. Fancy Alexander McQueen even selling it to her without a warning!! Talk about commercial suicide. How on earth could it happen?
Any decent dress shop, let alone pret a porter or designers make it their business to know who exactly buys any dress, they keep exact records with computers nowadays a mere touch of the button even on different continents would have been able to advise them to advise her not to wipe the floor with it!!!!
Please God she retreats to haute couture for important public occasions. If necessary HMQ should write her a cheque for a decent dress allowance! After all, no pockets in a shroud.
Apart from that, the BBC seemed to make a total balls up of televising the pageant. Instead of decent shots of the boats and a few commentators who knew their way around water craft we were treated to the same old, same old inanity from silly females who twittered, flannelled, billed and cooed to various nonentities about absolutely nothing at all of any relevance. How do these bitches get these jobs? Not on competency that’s for sure! CNN were even worse and had the temerity to interrupt the whole proceedings with advertisements rendering the whole thing unwatchable. So, not a good morning at all! A splendid occasion wrecked, as usual these days, by the BB bloodyC. (And that bloody dress!)
Sorry for the delay, I have been off voyaging for the last week or so and have been a little preoccupied with the weather and the state of the tide, just got back in late last night.
Poetry
I liked all three entries, FEEG’s summer was like many I have enjoyed here and in the UK, as long as there is food and beer what is a little rain (or even a lot).
It was close run thing between Ara (Maud/Eff) and Janus. Maud in the garden was also a memory of uncertain summer days in the UK and Maud reminded me of those terrible operatic music sessions that the Beeb used to put out on Sundays.
But this time I will deliver the chalice to Janus whose youthful summer memories were perfectly crafted (as always) and spot on theme.
So Janus what’s next? In praise of a recent Royal Occasion or something similar perhaps?
Hee hee, my Sunday read informs me that our public broadcaster has refused to flight Nando’s new anti-xenophobic ad! Yes, the word ‘anti’ is not a typo or mistake. (Report here ‘SABC chickens out on Nando’s ad’)
I think it’s quite funny……
🙂
Near, far, wherever you are…… have a good weekend!
After work today I rang the company which had promised to deliver the raised beds – they had said the beds would be delivered in to them on Thursday and then out to me either on Thursday or Friday. And before they delivered them they’d ring.
I heard nothing yesterday or today. So at 4:30 pm I called. They said they had already been delivered to me. The driver had signed them off. I said they hadn’t. Several telephone calls later they had telephoned the driver who said yes he’d delivered them, and left them behind the Maestro.
“I don’t have a Maestro. And there’s been no one in.”
“Oh.”
“And you had promised to telephone me to arrange delivery.”
“Let me check up for you.”
Another couple of telephone calls later (something about confused tickets) someone dared to say they couldn’t deliver them until Wednesday. In my best Cybil Fawlty voice I told them that was no good at all. That I have a man coming to help me in the garden tomorrow at 10 am as they’d promised me the raised beds by Friday at the latest, and how on earth could I turn around and tell him there’s nothing to do?
They have promised me the raised beds by 11 am. We shall see.Any hoo, Christina would have been proud of me.
So two things have gone wrong today – the first being an incident in the little fridge in the utility where we keep a few drinks and the insulin. I went to check that the bubbly for tonight’s little party on the green had been safely secured in there.
When I opened the door I discovered that the entire contents of the fridge had been sprayed with a dark brown substance that had subsequently frozen in place. Crunchy little crystals of Diet-Pepsi.
Of course I was running late for work, but had to do something with the mess… which meant I half did something, and left the rest for later.
All day I have had my fingers crossed that there wouldn’t be another ‘thing’ prior to our party-on-the-green. A very large black cloud has been threatening on and off since about three.
Le Puy is in the Auvergne, an area best known for its volcanic plugs often surmounted by a small chapel or religious statue. Unfortunately when we visited last week, the closest one was surrounded by scaffolding and not open to visitors. Le Puy is also renowned for its lentils – or lintels, according to Baedeker. There are certainly some very interesting buildings in the old town which is quite unspoiled.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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