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Saturday, April 16, 2011

By popular request

It's time for Guy! Just a picture a day to tantalise you.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Stylish Blogger Award

Many thanks to JoJo for this treasured award, which she has posted at

To accept the award, you have to do the following:

1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.

2. Share 7 things about yourself.

3. Award 10-15 blogs who you think deserve this award.

4. Contact these bloggers and let them know about the award. As JoJo has already recieved the award, and has given it to a lot of the people I visit regularly, my choices are limited. Forgive me, but I can never remember how to do a link, so I'll give the names and addresses. Here goes:

1. Coasty's Journal/A Lady By The Sea (

2. A Muse, an Actor and a Fuzzy Individual ( )

3. I Love Cinema ( )

People like Basric and Drowsey Monkey are not currently posting, so I don't feel I can include them, unfortunately, so I haven't been able to fulfil this part of the acceptance. Sorry!

As for seven things about myself - ooh, you know most stuff already!

1. I'm the youngest child of two youngest children - my paternal grandfather was born in 1868.

2. I got my first cat in 1974, since when I've never been without a cat, and usually had two or more, and have had 10 in all - and I still have six of them.

3. The house I live in used to belong to the parents of a school friend of mine, and I bought it from them. I'm going to see the mother on Monday in the care home where she now lives (her daughter, my friend, died a couple of years ago).

4. I once sang before the wife of the Archbishop of Canterbury. (OK, it was a garden show where she had a stall for the garden of Lambeth Palace, his official London residence, and I just sang along to what the band was playing...)

5. When I was 17 I won a scholarship to France for 10 weeks. The first three weeks was with other students on a course, but then I took off on my own for the next seven weeks to stay with families in the Loire Valley and the South of France. I travelled back to England overnight sitting in the corridor of a packed train chatting to a couple of very attractive young Frenchmen. With a huge spot on my nose.

6. When I was 15 I went on a weekend away with some schoolfriends and got so drunk I insisted on proving I wasn't drunk by turning cartwheels in a straight line on the lawn outside the pub.

7. As a teen I auditioned twice for the National Youth Theatre. And failed both times. Lucky break, I think I would have been bored acting the same stuff over night after night and twice on Saturdays.

And if Blogger removes my formatting one more time, I'll scream!


My neighbour's son-in-law's post mortem result has shown something dreadful. He died, not of septicaemia, but of necrotising fasciitis. That's the flesh-eating disease. And it was eating his organs from the inside. The coroner said it could have been caused by something as small as an ulcer in his mouth, but I wonder if that's true. Wouldn't it have started eating him in the area where it started? Anyone medical know? If it was eating him up inside, isn't that where it must have started? And wouldn't it have got there during that hip replacement? It's all very shocking. And now she isn't my neighbour any more. She moved out today. The new neighbours are in the house she'd occupied since 1963. I must say, I liked them on sight. I just hope my parrot Louis keeps quiet and doesn't disturb them and put them off me before he goes to his new home and girlfriend later in the month!

The End of the Road... far. Loyalty Part 2. Now I need a new project!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Ready, Steady

Go, nutters, go! On Sunday, like every spring, the London Marathon starts a couple of miles from me, on Blackheath. For the whole week leading up to the event, the Heath is gradually covered in the necessaries for a major sporting event.

This ad hoc archway bears the London Marathon logo,

but I have no idea what it's for.

Large tents and marquees have burgeoned everywhere.

As well as platforms for the media, there are lots of towers

with tannoy speakers to make sure all the runners can

hear the announcements.

The green and grey boxes in the distance are just some

of the hundreds of Port-a-loos.

Bet they are nice by the time everyone has started on their way.

I have never watched the start of the race either live (behind these thousands of crowd barriers) or on TV, 'cos I don't actually give a stuff, but I thought folks might like to see what happens behind the scenes of such a massive event.

Season 9? What Season 9?

Oh, those two insulting episodes they foisted on Vincent, Kate and all of us as an excuse to get rid of our darlings. We told 'em. They wouldn't listen, not then. They had to listen later though, didn't they?

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Season 8 in the Proper Order 8

And so we reach the episode that should have wound up the season (for G/E at least) - Family Values. He does look tired in these episodes. I can't help thinking he was exhausted from trying to do something with the terrible stories. Also, in this episode, there seems to be a problem with at least one of his teeth.

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