This is a pile of gravel similar in size to mine. I’ve just spread 10 cubic metres of the stuff around our yard and entrance area, with a little help from my wheelbarrow and a shovel. I reckon that’s enough to fill a fair sized minibus. So now I’m knackered/stoned/laid but proud/relieved/superior.
Do any of you lay claim to stupendous physical achievements of late?
In this digital age it remains a mystery how the “before its time” digital watch never took over the world. A useful invention for people who didn’t understand the Roman numerals on their dial or the intricacies of hour and minute hands, the digital version had in some versions red neon numbers. A special button also illuminated the watch in the dark. And the stopwatch, wow, this was ground breaking stuff. Now obsolete at least we have digital radio to amuse us. So many stations, so much choice. I like the soap operas on Radio Blah. These everyday gothic soap stories might not be to everyone’s taste as yarns ain’t like they used to be.
The residents of Slacky Bottom will be celebrating tonight, quaffing t’ local brew, gorging themselves on pickled onions ‘n t’ tripe, secure in the knowledge that Yarkshire is best.
http://www.theguardian.com/travel/2013/sep/03/yorkshire
So, Marvin, do drop in on your travels. (The name of the pub: Dew Drop Inn. Gerrit?)
Some talk of Alexandria and of Herculaneum,
Of Hexham and Lyme Regis
And of such great names as them.
But of all the world’s great hang-outs
There’s none you’ll choose from yours
Like yon heather and t’ becks, like t’ sheep and like t’ pubs
Of the God-giv’n Yarkshire Moors.
I’m slowly catching up on reading the pile of mail that accumulated during my recent extended absence.
Today I was flipping idly through my complementary copy of the July/August edition of the FFJournal.
Me and Chibber were on the subway the other day. By subway that might mean the underground to you or the tube station. I don’t know, I‘m not cosmopolitan. Anyway, we’re sitting there and a woman is sitting directly across from us and her hands are stitching a piece of yarn like nobody’s business. She’s nonchalantly staring into space while the hands are going at Burlington Bertie, a hundred to thirty.
“She’s a good knitter, isn’t she?” I said to Chibber, who replied.
“She’s crocheting.”
As soon as he said this he wanted the ground to swallow him up even though we were already underground. How did he know the difference?
It’s fragrant Archer day in the meeja. Hisself is singing the praises of the resort formerly known as Bombay (hardly his eponymous Weston with its new pier), while ‘er indoors is singing his.
What is he up to this time with this shameless relaunch? Does he think that we have memories as selective as his? Does she still need to justify playing Tammy Wynette to his Walter Mitty?
Or will we have to swallow another round of grease-laden wisdom from his unctuous pen?
Here ‘s the stuff: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/celebritytravel/10261973/Jeffrey-Archers-Mumbai-My-Kind-of-Town.html and http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2401204/Most-men-need-wife-pump-ego-Jeffrey-needed-puncture-A-fascinating-insight-famously-colourful-marriage-MARY-ARCHER.html
When children are knee-high to a grasshopper it is customary for responsible parents to put their babies to sleep with relaxing stories or music or to hum to them. After exhausting my supply of exhilarating tractor tales (and this was long before Bob the Builder, by the way) it was evident that sleep was not on the agenda for the offspring. The only thing for it was to sing to them. The following song always done the trick for my boys. I got the feeling they fell asleep so I wouldn’t sing any more songs. The vocalist in the video sings a wee bit better than me.
Sharknado! Not one of my creations but it should be. I’ll just copy out the brief tantaliser from IMDB.
When a freak hurricane swamps Los Angeles, nature’s deadliest killer rules sea, land, and air as thousands of sharks terrorize the waterlogged populace.
That’s right, it’s raining sharks and this made for TV thriller is coming to the Syfy channel next week. With bated breath I can’t wait to watch the ridiculous CGI, corny dialogue and lashings of over acting from the “actors” in their death scenes. Call me Ishmael if you want sometimes a B-movie can be that bad it’s good. To join in the swing of things I’ll be watching Sharknado harnessed on the couch with my harpoon gun at the ready. Continue reading “Sharknado”
You don’t get something for nothing
You can’t have freedom for free
Lyrics © Neil Peart
My son bought a Blackberry Tablet from Curry’s a few weeks ago. Included in the sale was a three month trial subscription for The Times. This was of no use to him so I grabbed the prize. I’m not sure if anyone here is a Times+ subscriber but I’m sure most of the UK Charioteers will have bought a copy of the newspaper at some time.
The package in the deal includes full access to The Times website and a daily downloaded copy of the whole newspaper to your android (I have a simple Acer). There are other bonuses exclusive to Times+ subscribers but I won’t go in to them here.
I’m getting to the main point now; the thrust of the blog, if you like. There seems to be a number of news and magazine sites that are introducing a pay wall or limited access to their home. The new generation don’t have the same liking for paper and some older readers are “genned” up in the digital age which means that producing a paper copy can be unprofitable. I believe the American current affairs magazine Newsweek is available online only. Will there come a day when all newsprint is vanquished?
I hope not, I prefer the paper version. Turning and folding the rustling, creasing pages with big inky fingers, spilling tea on it, drawing moustaches/glasses on random figures and finally, shaping and constructing elaborate paper planes to fire at hostile family members. Great fun these newspapers, one of these days I might get round to reading one.
I have been busy these last few weeks putting the boat in good order, a few changes but mostly heavy maintenance items. Our bottoms are newly cleaned and painted so we are ready for the off.
Planning to do what I call “The Northern Loop”.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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