Christina hasn’t been here recently but perhaps she will be lured by mention of Geraint the Gears, now Roi du Tour. Well ridden G! You are now as famous as Sam the Scrum and Gareth the Goals, fellow scions of Whitchurch High and its fêted PE teacher, Mr Williams.
It’s disappointing to see that all the home page posts are mine. Yes, I know, CT is busy moving and my other reader has nothing of interest to say. Well, it didn’t stop me, did it? Backside says f**k ’em. (Pause for weak smiley intrusion.)
The moon? Pieces? Helston in a handbag? (A handbag?!) Continue reading “Everyone’s gone to………”
Like everything else, even the hot and sultry weeks old Srius used to offer us have changed – to cool and damp. And countless Charioteers (at least I have lost count) are taking their R and R away from the proferred joys of our W and W (er…. wit and wisdom?).
The remaining participants are ‘off’ politics, off royalty, off meteorological mysteries – so what’s left? The culinary arts, garden rescue, tales of times past….and of course, love – the passion that drives us.
Better to let sleeping dogs lie, eh?
There’s bit of a vacuum here in your absence.
Please tick or cross as appropriate. Are you
- busy with another degree/country/blog?
- out of wifi range?
- out of sorts?
- in Dorset?
- summat else? (please specify)
She sallied forth to Wales a couple of months ago for a wedding; posted from there; then……
I do hope everything is ok.
That’s the sound of silence, a pause, a cease-fire, a wha’evah!
24 hours of it anyway.
Is it the inevitable apathy?
We are enjoying the return of several of the chariot’s prodigal sons of late, but no sign of the lost distaff side returning. Boa herself, Sheona, FoE, Arrers and Christina still keep us in check though.
So now it’s time to whisper sweet nothings to our ladies, in the hope that others will be tempted back by our unbridled passion. Innit?
Almost everyone’s gone. Maybe not to the moon (but who knows?). And parting is such…er….sorrow. Especially when y’all left without so much as a flounce, a strop or a fond farewell. Was it something we said or failed to say? Was it fickle fate that tempted you to pastures new? Was it the Big House or twatter or facebonk?
No answers unless you’re planning to stick around. Excuses are so yesterday.
I know it’s the silly season – Dog Days even – but so many cherished charioteers seem to have evaporated into cyberspace. OZ, Bravo and Nym to name but a few former stalwarts.
If you have personal contact with them, please give them a bell or a rocket – whichever appeals…….