Boadicea's Chariot

We’re just back from a visit to the new extension of the coastal path round the Cap d’Antibes.  It was opened today, all 500 metres of it, and opens up some more of the grounds of the Villa Eilenroc.  The camera came with us but unfortunately it forgot to bring any of its memory cards with it!

The Eilenroc has beautiful gardens, originally created by a Scot, James Wyllie. In the 1930s the villa was owned by an American millionaire, Victor Beaumont, who furnished it with antiques.   His wife attracted a large number of  famous guests and European royalty to her house parties.  The new stretch of footpath now allows visitors to use the bathing areas that were  originally created for Mrs Beaumont’s guests with a little bar area where the servants would bring food and drink down from the house.  The little bay is now known as  Billionaires  Bay (la Baie des Milliardaires).  After the war Mrs Beaumont reclaimed her property, but of  course the great days of European royalty and extravagant house parties were over and in the 1960s she left the house and grounds to the town of Antibes.  Its is now used for “distinguished guests” and special events.

We visited the olive grove and the rose garden as well.  I love the rose garden but the roses were all looking a bit battered today.  We have had several torrential downpours in the past few days, but the scent of the roses was still around.  It’s always a  pleasure to visit, even though  Roman Abramovitch is still adding more security fences and all sorts of electronic devices to his property next door.  How many nights is he actually going to spend there?

http://www.antibes.co.uk/eilen.roc/

A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver’s license. First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test The optician showed him a card with the letters

‘C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.’ ‘Can you read this?’ the optician asked. ‘Read it?’ the Polish guy replied, ‘I know the guy.’

Sorry to be late, but there was a lunchtime barbie yesterday.  The usual suspects arrived at the appropriate time hora portuguesa and fell on the haunch of boar, belly pork, salads and roast potatoes like they had never been fed, ever. The beer, wine and conviviality flowed until late in the evening. Today the NSW and I having cleared up the wreckage she’s gone off for a duty rota at the nursing home, leaving me to publish the results of the Photo Comp, the subject of which was ‘Age’.

Continue reading “Burp! 9th Photo Comp RESULTS”

Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, ‘I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent.’ ‘Thank God,’ said an elderly nun at the back. ‘I’m so tired of chardonnay.

A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. ‘Careful,’ he said, ‘CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You’re cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They’re going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you’re cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don’t forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the! Salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!’ The wife stared at him. ‘What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don’t know how to fry a couple of eggs?’ The husband calmly replied, ‘I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I’m driving.’

A blonde was on holiday and driving thru Darwin…
She desperately wanted to take home a pair of genuine crocodile shoes but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the local vendors were asking. After becoming very frustrated with the “no haggle on prices” attitude of one of the shopkeepers, the blonde shouted, “Well then, maybe I’ll just go out and catch my own crocodile, so I can get a pair of shoes for free”.

The shopkeeper said with a sly, knowing smile, “Little lady, just go and give it a try”! Continue reading “Blondes”

Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army. On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb. That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair. On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush. That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth. On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap. The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.