This way, gang!

In the heavy evening air she was pursued by hundreds of manic males and chose our white garden parasol as the scene of her nuptials. But no shrinking violet this girl! She fought off one suitor after another, demanding the attentions of only the strongest and most persistent. It went on for hours until darkness fell and the bodies of the successful males lay scattered acrosss the white fabric. No doubt the queen ant had already settled on her new home, somewhere nearby.

That’s life in the wild wood.

“He got a gun. He got a gun. Everybody’s got guns!”


Generalisations are frowned upon yet it has come to my attention that Charioteers are adventurous, erudite and, more than likely, good looking. They are the full package or as B. Keeper would say, the bees knees. Not for them the boring small screen or trivialities, therefore in a fit of Gerard Pique, I will assail them with the small screen and trivialities. Continue reading ““He got a gun. He got a gun. Everybody’s got guns!””

Summertime – the August poetry challenge

To introduce the next competition, I can’t resist quoting a lyrical George (this week’s name, innit?):

Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry

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A quick press about monetary matters

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The British monarchy has a full house (Royal Flush?) of Kings waiting in line to succeed the Happy and Glorious Queen Elizabeth II. As a counterpoint to this surge of manliness the Bank of England has decided to put Jane Austen instead of Winston Churchill on the new £10 note. Suffragettes everywhere can start rejoicing. Me, I don’t really look at the mug shots on the dosh, it’s just money, isn’t it? They could put Steve Austin on there for all I care. However, maybe he’s on the American six million dollar note.

Ottawa to Long Island Locks – July 18

(Five days without internet service, some serious catching up is required)

Off our mooring wall at 9 am (the first bridge does not open until after rush hour)

Out through Ottawa South past Rideau Gardens, I used to live about one block over from this point in the ‘70’s

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Short and Sweet – Poetry Competition Winner

Thank you for your entries, FEEG, Janus and JW. I smiled and chuckled my way through your imaginative, charming and hilarious poems. Each one was a winner in my book, but in the end I decided that Janus had the edge for the invention of the deliciously naughty Miss ANGELICA CINNAMON BUNN.

Congratulations, Janus! 🙂