We're coming to get you.
Friday, 2 December 2011
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Gay Disco
Just the thing to get the feet tapping and the shoulders swinging on a miserable, wet day !
The only time I experienced it in the flesh, so to speak, was the night of my eldest daughters graduation, when the Mortality Family laid waste the picturesque little fishing village of Middlesbrough.
After visiting several hostelries which all seemed to have a signed Bernie Slaven top behind the bar, we moved into a totally different ambience.
Mrs.OM was the centre of attraction for a circle of fey young men, apparently drawn to her "Marianne Faithfull's dissolute older sister" look. The daughter's boyfriend and my son kept together, backs to the bar, trying to look agressively heterosexual, without realising that this was making them even more attractive to the regulars. I was at the bar talking to a guy of roughly my generation who, despite his age and the leathers, seemed to have little knowledge of 1950's single-cylinder overhead-valve British motorcycles.
The girls danced til they dropped.
We finished up in a cafe somewhere off Ayresome Road with Breakfast Pies - all the makings of a full English amusingly encased in a pie shell.
That was then and this is now.
The rain is lashing down again and the roof is leaking. I know exactly what to do to fix it, but it's not the sort of job you would attempt sober.
The only time I experienced it in the flesh, so to speak, was the night of my eldest daughters graduation, when the Mortality Family laid waste the picturesque little fishing village of Middlesbrough.
After visiting several hostelries which all seemed to have a signed Bernie Slaven top behind the bar, we moved into a totally different ambience.
Mrs.OM was the centre of attraction for a circle of fey young men, apparently drawn to her "Marianne Faithfull's dissolute older sister" look. The daughter's boyfriend and my son kept together, backs to the bar, trying to look agressively heterosexual, without realising that this was making them even more attractive to the regulars. I was at the bar talking to a guy of roughly my generation who, despite his age and the leathers, seemed to have little knowledge of 1950's single-cylinder overhead-valve British motorcycles.
The girls danced til they dropped.
We finished up in a cafe somewhere off Ayresome Road with Breakfast Pies - all the makings of a full English amusingly encased in a pie shell.
That was then and this is now.
The rain is lashing down again and the roof is leaking. I know exactly what to do to fix it, but it's not the sort of job you would attempt sober.
Thursday, 17 November 2011
Doesn't get much better
in my humble opinion, likesay.
Just sorting out stuff for the tape for the Big Day- a very long bittersweet operation.
Just sorting out stuff for the tape for the Big Day- a very long bittersweet operation.
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Today I went for a walk
Yes I did. Round the reservoir. Now, I know I've done this often and even blogged about it a couple of times, But today to make it different and more interesting for you I wore red socks.
As a result of certain gerontomedical issues, I have been off my feet for a wee while, but today was just too good to miss and so I was off out.
After a long lay-off, the first bit up the steps was a bit of a swine, but I was pleased how soon this wore off. I wasn't exactly "on fire", but I was "gently smouldering"
Bit of a bugger that the autumn tipped to be the last I'll see , one way or another, has been so disappointing as far as colour is concerned. No real frost to date has meant that dahlias are still unblackened on the first of November and the trees have just gone a dull muddy brown before defoliating.
However, onward and upward.
I had my usual seat on the dam and enjoyed an Egremont Russet
Resident pair of swans with two cygnets
From a distance I thought this was yer man coming to save the mighty Glasgow Rangers from administration.
Two hours - I reckon about 4 miles and 400ft of up
Now here's a little competition for all the Greater Manchester based readers.
Name that station.
I am lead to believe that it's now a Morrisons.
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
A Health Warning !
After recent sensational features such as "Bloggers : send 'em back" and "Blogging blamed for 90% drop in house prices" , Lord Rothermere's organ today leads with "Outdoor blogging is bad for your health"
The article, by I. Madeitallup highlights a recent spate of illness and injury among the tight-knit coterie of outdoor bloggers
Apparently going for a walk, taking some pictures and then posting them , along with with a few well chosen words, on the internet, creates invisible microwaves which can bugger up your brain and other bits.
Perhaps most worrying of all is the revelation that these powerful waves can even affect domestic pets who may be curled up by the fire as the blogger works at the computer..
Top-style outdoor blogger Oldmortality told The Mail " When I started, I was the only invalid posting. Since then, it seems as if everyone is trying to get in on the act. Piles, shingles, arthritis, bad backs, heart problems which I can't spell - and that's just the dogs ! We should never have joined that there Common Market"
And there was confirmation last night from Professor Rufus Chuckabutty of the University of Bellsdyke (formerly the RSNH) who said " I can confirm everything that The Mail article claims. With figures, And graphs. And percentages and stuff. Invoice to the usual address, I take it ?"
Conventional medicine seems to have no answers and many bloggers are resorting to quack remedies including massive doses of expensive new gear.
Where will it all end, I ask you ?
The article, by I. Madeitallup highlights a recent spate of illness and injury among the tight-knit coterie of outdoor bloggers
Apparently going for a walk, taking some pictures and then posting them , along with with a few well chosen words, on the internet, creates invisible microwaves which can bugger up your brain and other bits.
Perhaps most worrying of all is the revelation that these powerful waves can even affect domestic pets who may be curled up by the fire as the blogger works at the computer..
Top-style outdoor blogger Oldmortality told The Mail " When I started, I was the only invalid posting. Since then, it seems as if everyone is trying to get in on the act. Piles, shingles, arthritis, bad backs, heart problems which I can't spell - and that's just the dogs ! We should never have joined that there Common Market"
And there was confirmation last night from Professor Rufus Chuckabutty of the University of Bellsdyke (formerly the RSNH) who said " I can confirm everything that The Mail article claims. With figures, And graphs. And percentages and stuff. Invoice to the usual address, I take it ?"
Conventional medicine seems to have no answers and many bloggers are resorting to quack remedies including massive doses of expensive new gear.
Where will it all end, I ask you ?
Monday, 24 October 2011
Referrer Spam
Everyday's a school day ! Apparently this is the name given to these automated urls who visit your blog without viewing any pages ( have I got that right ?)
Apparently all blogs get it, but with "high volume" blogs it tends to go unnoticed in the crowd. Only in a "low volume" or, as I prefer to call it "boutique" blog does it become noticeable.
Apparently it is harmless ( apart from buggering up your stats) and is merely an invitation to click on the link and avail yourself of the services offered on the website concerned.
I suppose I shouldn't complain, as, on some days, it's the only traffic I get.
Recently my frequent visitors have been jobsforsmartpeople, which is naturally quite flattering, and gothise, after visiting which, I died my hair black and sulked in my room for a week.
But life comes and goes .
Where it all started for so many of us all these years ago.
Apparently all blogs get it, but with "high volume" blogs it tends to go unnoticed in the crowd. Only in a "low volume" or, as I prefer to call it "boutique" blog does it become noticeable.
Apparently it is harmless ( apart from buggering up your stats) and is merely an invitation to click on the link and avail yourself of the services offered on the website concerned.
I suppose I shouldn't complain, as, on some days, it's the only traffic I get.
Recently my frequent visitors have been jobsforsmartpeople, which is naturally quite flattering, and gothise, after visiting which, I died my hair black and sulked in my room for a week.
But life comes and goes .
Where it all started for so many of us all these years ago.
Saturday, 22 October 2011
The Bitch is Back
After protracted negotiations (we covered all the angles !) I can now announce the following agreement.
Blogger will, with immediate effect, allow me to post and to respond to comments.
The viewing of my followers will be phased in over a two year period, subject to an exhaustive review of manning levels and differentials.
In return, I have agreed to desist from describing Blogger as a steaming heap of skunk excrement, developed by a circle-jerk of socially inadequate intellectual pygmies and maintained by a crowd of lazy incompetents with personal hygiene issues.
In addition, I will refrain from posting noisy rock music before the watershed.
Seems fair.
Eppul si muove.
I've a wee bit redding up to do, and then I'll be back in business.
Blogger will, with immediate effect, allow me to post and to respond to comments.
The viewing of my followers will be phased in over a two year period, subject to an exhaustive review of manning levels and differentials.
In return, I have agreed to desist from describing Blogger as a steaming heap of skunk excrement, developed by a circle-jerk of socially inadequate intellectual pygmies and maintained by a crowd of lazy incompetents with personal hygiene issues.
In addition, I will refrain from posting noisy rock music before the watershed.
Seems fair.
Eppul si muove.
I've a wee bit redding up to do, and then I'll be back in business.
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