Not as good as last Year's James Bond themed advert but I do like the 1950 fel to it!
A tale of good and bad service, and winter planting
There is one problem with holidaying in New York! and that is you really appreciate good service. Breakfasts were always taken at Pershing Square (http://www.pershingsquare.com/), which proudly boasts to be the busiest cafe and restaurant in New York, and I loved watching how the 2 cafe managers,8 waiters and a score of support staff managed the 40 tables and booths with a military type precision. One lugubrious manager always made me smile as he ambled through the tables looking quite laid back, almost as though he was sleep walking; however he missed nothing! a table that should have been cleared, a waiting diner, a chair out of kilter, everything was noticed and was dealt with. Our waiters and Hispanic support staff ( the Hispanics who could not speak adequate English cleared tables and served food in support of the waiters) ensured that the great food was on time and that we had a smile and a good experience every time. The whole staff deserved their part of the 16%-20% tip ( left to our discretion by most of the waiters who realised that we knew just how to tip) and it is interesting to think that you can get so used to quality servic
e in such a short time on holiday!Today, my experience of UK service was rather different. On the way to pick up a sack of wheat for the chucks, I popped in to comet to buy a pair of earphones. Without help I found a cheap pair that cost a couple of quid and proceeded to the checkout. Two clerks were stood that the till and both ignored me. Finally the manager looked up and motioned his colleague to serve me. She looked around 18, and appeared very very depressed, or at least bored to death, as she didn't look at me once. I asked her if the headphones would fit the radio I had in my hand, and she mumbled a somewhat economical "yeah" from under her hair straightened fringe. The rest of the transaction was carried out in a stony silence, and I couldn't resist a sarcastic "Thank you sooo much!" when she handed me the receipt.
At hearing this the manager who had initially ignored me raised his head and asked blandly, "Is everything alright!?". I nodded and replied dryly "my welsh terrier could have served me with better grace" before walking out like an old queen!!...................I know I am a grumpy old man.
The whole day has been devoted to the allotment, which has been turned over ready for planting tomorrow. The flock (including the ducks) all lined up against the fencing waiting for the usual worm titbits (right). Dug up a load of parsnips and the rest of the leeks (see top pic) before the light faded. But it was nice to be out all day.
Catching up with Hazel for the cinema on Thursday and we are going to Ann and Tim's on Friday night ( to bore them about NY). Next Tuesday I am looking forward to catch up with Mike , Bev and Jane in my only pre Christmas visit to Sheffield, and Kathryn in Derbyshire , oh and Nigel comes over that weekend ! so it feels a bit Christmasy on the social front!A matter of life or death
Like in a scene from a film, a Lockheed p-38 American World War 2 , has just been found down the coast aways, after it crashed over 60 years ago. The actual location is being kept secret and is apparently under surveillance, until the rare plane is recovered. I think the kite photo of the crash site is a cracking one
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Gethin
OK,I am begining to become a bit of a fan!
This picture made me smile when sitting down for the first time after a fraught few hours on ITU
Heaven
Heaven (2002) was a strange little film that I caught on my break last night. Unfortunately I only watched the odd half hour of it but I suspect I will try and watch the entire film on DVD if I can as the performances of the actors Cate Blanchett and the odd looking Giovanni Ribisi were quite compelling. I was particularly impressed with Ribisi who had a odd stillness about his performance as a shy Italian policeman who falls for a suspected terrorist, that was incredibly moving.
Been asleep all day, so Chris has been on chicken,duck,dog,and dinner duties which he has completed with a martyr type gusto! just on the way to work now!
Ruby
No we have not got another dog! Janet and Ned have been bitten by the canine bug and have bought a lercher cross called Ruby. Though not my cup of tea, (I prefer the stocky cocky terrier types rather than the aristocratic gracefulness of the "running" worker dogs) she is a lovely natured and impressive animal.
I look forward to watching her run circles around my four!
Working all weekend on nights so will miss Strictly Come Dancing this evening, which is a bummer! We have not done much today; walked the dogs on the beach ( The tiny figure of George and Chris makes the photo look posed)
Caught up with Ruby, then caught the end of Now Voyager on BBC2
Post Holiday Blues
The weather has been wet and cold since we got back from New York, subsequently the ground is unfit to plant my early spring shallots,onions, garlic and broad beans.
I have felt rather blue today, the euphoria of the holiday long forgotten. The dogs have all had the shits which is lovely, so Meg (pic) and William have had to have a long hot bath. Finlay used to love a bath, and always stood in the warm water quite still with his eyes closed, and strangely enough William reacted exactly the same way today!
To combat feeling sorry for myself, I have kept busy, doing being-in-control type things. So I have made lists,cleaned the house like a good un, had coffee with Hazel and took a phone call from a friend who had a few
personal demons to talk about! On another positive note British Airways has called ( from the States) to let me know that they are still searching for my filofax (which went missing en route to New York) and the council has been out to mark up the lane outside the cottage wall, so that the bollards can be erected. Non to soon as I caught another large lorry trying to scape around the corner yesterday ( sat nav had told them to come!) Luckily I managed to drag a policemen from main road traffic monitoring duties, to force the trailer trash driver to reverse the mile or so back to the A55!
The other pic is of the pretty cyclamen I planted near the back door
The art of manipulation
"Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" is a strange affair . The format is simple;- deserving all America family (Mom, Dad and at least three "little ones"), are in dire need of a new home. One of the kids is disabled, mom has multiple sclerosis, the trailer is leaking, etc etc, so our motley group of designers ( one which shouts alot, another is a southern lisping queen, another is a blond cheerleader type , flattens the family's previous home and re builds a mansion for the near hysterical family to fawn all over with suitable gratitude. In the mean time a constantly cheering local population turn up trumps by pitching in and paying the family's mortgage off , baking pies and initiating group hugs by the score in the background.
Sounds dreadful eh? yeah too right, it is bloody awful! The house usually looks completely over the top, over designed and bloated with money; the presenters fake tanned to the hilt, and brimming with "sincerity", that makes you sick and the excesses of it presentation is all a bit too much. However, I am not ashamed to say that I do enjoy the blatant manipulation of the emotions when the family finally "see" their new house. Floods of tears, mum and dad on their knees thanking God with sobbing Children, locals and builders prostrate with hysteria and me lying on the couch, weeping away with the best of them!. It is a wonderful romp! and just like the ones we used to have watching the likes of "Little House on the Prairie" , Lassie Come Home or 'Animal Hospital' and is therapeutic as it is banal! I have watched it every night for three days and bawled every night
....................enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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