More random stuff

So I thought I’d do another posting of random things that have caught me eye this last week. I could do a posting on each of them but they’d be a bit thin I thought.  First up a music starter for 10… Continue reading

London journies

We are making a lot of trips to London at the moment supporting our daughter Becksy who’s going through something of a dental drama which I’ll cover off in a later post. You won’t believe it. But this is about the journey. It’s about a 7 hours return time so pretty draining but that doesn’t matter to us. Heading down we listen to BBC Radio 2. We take part in Ken Bruce’s Popmaster and do around 14 points but I find R2 a v dull listen. Caz isn’t keen on Talksport and on R5 it’s that dipstick Adrian Chiles so we tend to stick to the music.

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More things I’ve noticed

Well after the last posting which was a bit of an old school cliff-edge rant I thought I return to gentler pastures and talk about a recurring theme in my postings; stuff I notice and just feel compelled to write about. It’s always pretty mundane stuff but it strikes a chord with me. And I have 4 topics this evening for you ooh.

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Just what was the point?

 

So here we are with petrol shortages and long queues. Carol tried 4 places en route home from work on Friday and failed to get any fuel. Knowing we had to head to London yesterday to join Becksy at a long-planned retirement party for 3 of her former carers, and with not enough fuel in the car, I had to search for garages at first light yesterday morning. Fortunately our local garage was open and there was not a huge queue. I filled up. Phew. We later headed off to London and headed back home afterwards getting back around 7pm. There were huge queues at every garage we passed during the day so we didn’t try and get more. Continue reading

All the world’s a stage…

So yesterday was one of those perfect days. It was the day after our 48th wedding anniversary which itself had been fun. Our very good friends Cindy and Keith visited us here for the first time and they were in great form. We prepared them a vegan brunch; Carol did the cold stuff and I did the hots. Though I say it myself, it was really pretty good.  By 12.30 we were finished and toddling off down to the RSC Theatre to see an outdoor performance of A Comedy of Errors. The main theatre hasn’t re-opened for performances as yet but this outdoor stage has been packing them in all summer. And this was one of the last few performances so we were pleased to get in.

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A-ha!

There’s a hotel at each end of our little lane in Stratford upon Avon. The Indigo is a beautifully restored, 100’s of years old, timber-framed property, significantly extended in recent years. It’s a lovely hotel with a magical hidden garden in its inner grounds. My daughter E and son-in-law stayed there for Stephen’s 50th birthday and we had some super cocktails there after a great Thai meal at our local Giggling Squid. It’s a really busy and popular place now that lockdown’s ended. It’s just charming….

If you’re thinking they haven’t finished painting the timbers then you should know that the black painted timbers are the originals whilst the untreated oak is the restored timber and has been deliberately left like that to show it’s a sympathetic restoration but the building’s history can be accurately read. And this building sits across the road from New Place, the location for Shakespeare’s impressive home once he became successful. A later owner, no doubt hoping he’d profit from the Bard’s fame after his death, got so fed up of visitors gawping through the windows, he pulled the place down.  It seems incredible but it’s the truth. New Place is now a beautifully laid-out garden and it is located less than 100 yards from the stunning Royal Shakespeare Company Theatre. And about the same distance from our home in the opposite direction. We do feel privileged to live amongst all this fabulous architectural history.

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So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, fuck off Hancock

Well a challenging title for this posting but one that I’ve been hoping to write for soooo long. Today it was with some delight that I heard that the Secretary of State for Hypocracy sorry Health had resigned after being caught on video camera snogging his aide. This was after the twathead had insisted that I (and millions of others similarly) couldn’t hug my daughters for months on end as part of the protection against the virus. And there he was all the time snorkelling down the throat of a married female employee he’d known from Uni and had recruited at significant public cost to be his close personal aide. Ah it’s good to know that good old Tory sleaze is alive and licking. Of course the Prime Minister said only yesterday that he had accepted the Minister’s apology and that as far as he was concerned the matter was completely over. A bit of infidelity, pah Boris does that for breakfast. Hypocracy? That’s just a Greek word for political expediency. So for the PM it was nothing to see here, carry on snogging Minister.

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Public enemy no 1

So this is an unhappy little posting to be sure but I’m interested to know who you feel is our most disliked bloke. I would have included female candidates but who would possibly qualify ahead of the likes of Michael Gove, Nicola Sturgeon? Surely she’s a marmite character, as much admired as detested. Katie Hopkins? Surely irrelevant these days. Amanda Holden? In my top 3 but only because she’s so frigging vacuous. But I could also list dozens of z-lister women who like Amanda H are needy and pathetic but who are harmless and have an audience for some reason.

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