I’ve always known that I was lucky ever since I won a box of 12 Dunlop 65 golf balls at the Invergordon Conservative Club raffle at the age of 7. Total profit as my Auntie Ina had bought me the ticket and I was able to sell them to my Dad for the princely sum of three week’s pocket money (1/6d). Result!
In seriousness, however, I really am lucky. Continue reading “What I did in Stoke on holiday last weekend”
Right then. Mrs M is gallivanting around Dorset and I have been left in sole charge of Chez Mackie. Not a problem. House-sitting wise, I have always been able to nearly muddle through in a semi-convincing way.I really thought that I was getting away with it this weekend even with the added pressure of the hound.
Continue reading “It’s a Worry (Part the Second)”
Since nobody else seems to be drawing it to our collective attention, I would like to point out that the Chariot is about to roll by 300,000 ‘hits’ on its well-oiled wheels of enjoyable communal blogging.
Congratulations and thanks as always to Boadicea and Bearsy for providing the vehicle and, in harness with Soutie, steering it so well. Continue reading “Excelsior”
You have to understand that Mrs M is the dog expert in our family. In my youth, I never had a canine pet for reasons which I have explained before.
One cat,’Stripey’; one goldfish, ‘Goldie’, who came home in a small plastic bag from the shows (Scots for a fair) and went belly-up six short months later and one hamster, ‘Goldie’, who lasted four years but who, I later learned, had actually been three hamsters. My parents told me the truth when they thought that I was ready to face it. That was a terrible 22nd birthday when I think back. Continuing to think back, I was seriously rubbish at naming my pets, if truth be told. Continue reading “It’s a Worry!”
So, I’ll go no more a-roving,
From Salisbury to reach,
(by Blandford Forum hoving),
Lulworth’s lonely, magic beach. Continue reading “A Lost Love (Lulworth Cove Revisited)”
I hadn’t intended to enter.
I’ve been up to my ears summer-through.
Then I saw there were only four entries,
Ara, Pseu and both Januses too.
Continue reading “What I Did on My Summer Holidays 2012”
I am sure that the overwhelming majority of my fellow cherished Charioteers remember Joe.
He came to the old MyT sbout the same time as myself. I still harbour the suspicion that he was paid by the DT to pour out his regular blogs ‘pour encourager les autres’. Mattered not one whit. He was pure dead brilliant.
One strand was his ‘Evening Meal’ of which this link is one of his less sweirie-word exemplars.
Mesdames et messieurs, bienvenue. Voici les résultats du concours de poésie au sujet des jeux Olympiques.
Ladies and Gentleman, welcome. Here is the result of the Pome Competition on the Olympics.
Now that I’ve got OZ’s fur thoroughly frizzed, thanks to all the entrants. Continue reading “Pome Competition Result”
Firstly, my thanks to OZ for awarding me the crown of olives in the last pome competition. My congratulations to all the other entrants for their splendid and, as Oz says, varied takes on his topic. I feel sure that I am speaking for Aunties Ara and Bilby when I say that we can all be grateful that Ethel appears to have been satisfied, albeit possibly only temporarily, by our offerings on the altar of Art.
You all know what’s coming next, topic-wise. Continue reading “Citius, Altius, Fortius (New Pome Competition)”
With apologies to Thomas Babington Macauley
Aeneas of the ‘topless towers’,
By Helen’s choice laid waste.
Fled the ruin, death and fire
And westward sailed in haste.
To Dido came and thought to stay,
But duty called at last.
He hurried on and rushed to meet,
The fate his Gods had cast.
Continue reading “A Lay Made About the Year of The City 1 (swiftly cobbled together for OZ)”
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