Pig Day

Margie chasing me  through the shit

Some days morph into nothingness don't they?
Blink and the day is gone....
and you look at all you have achieved , which is , more often than not, a huge load of nothingness.
On reflection I have been putting my time to good use, but clearing the poo and flotsam out of the pig enclosure, hardly sounds like glamorous or even interesting work.....
The pigs seem to love human contact and this afternoon, they had me all to themselves for over an hour and a half.albeit with hoe,spade and bucket of shit in hand. Margie spend most of the time galloping around  the enclosure in a full blown display of playfulness! Every few minutes she would charge me in an effort to get me to chase her and when I was not looking she would nip the back of my Wellington boots, taking small slivers of rubber off with her 

No 12 is much more laid back and somewhat friendlier

No 12 is a much more placid individual .Despite his impressive size and power..he is clearly a gentle giant of a pig, who is actually more endearing than the prettier Margie (Who is still chewing small mouthfuls of green rubber as we speak)
Everywhere I walked he would slowly follow, quietly amused at my huffing ,puffing and slopping out....he watched EVERYTHING I did with some precision, occasionally tip toeing up to me from time to time to check just how much I had placed inside the bucket before stepping back to his observation spot beneath  the trees
I now stink like an old drain

Its all this gay talk

there's nothing like a bitch slap
June Allyson's slap at 1.27 is perhaps the BEST

Ginger

Go on Ginger SLUG her

Joan

Go on Joan Slug her

Olivia

Go on Olivia........slug her!

John -the-poof?

I have just spent a fascinating hour or so reading Rictor Norton's Homosexuality in Eighteen Century England
( well specifically I have been concentrating upon The Raid on Mother Clap's Molly House in 1726 where over 40 mollies (gay men) were rounded up to be tried for, what was essentially indecent behaviours!.
Three of the men arrested were subsequently hanged , which sounds dreadfully shocking to us today, but I guess  way back then, where you could be imprisoned or deported for stealing a load of bread, the punishment seemed to well fit the crime
Tom Stephenson highlighted the subject on his morning blog,and indeed it made for a great read, but it also got me thinking of how little I actually think about being gay in historical terms and surprising as it may sound, how little I think about being gay per se!
The subject just does not really blink in my radar so to speak.
Perhaps I should be more forthright and vocal in the  struggle some people still have to undergo to be accepted as equals in this world, but , to me this struggle is not a purely gay issue. It is an issue for the "underdogs" of all denominations...gay,straight,black,white,disabled,.....those different to the community norm....whatever that community may be.
and we all should make the effort to be inclusive......this inclusiveness, I would like to think, is my norm.
I AM naive at times, I do realise that I am, for if someone takes a dislike to me in any way, the LAST thing I would reason to be the cause of the tension would be my sexuality!...it just would not figure in my thinking!...now if someone didn't like me because I can be an self-opinionated stroppy cow of an unfit mother...well.....now we're talking...but to dislike me for who I fancy (Russell Crowe...Matt Cardle........even.......David Miliband)....naw.......it is truly beyond me.


Another reason that I don't think much about the whole "gay thing" is that I feel comfortable and confident inside my own skin; it's a maturity thing....a middle aged thing...call it what you like...I smile when I am called John-the eggs or John-the-dogs by the village.......but would I smile if I was called "John -the poof!"?
To be honest I would be miffed... but not in that "how very dare they?" way.....stupid people will always pidgeon hole others with infantile labels...no I would be miffed, as I would prefer being called John eggs.......it's just how I see myself......mind you, if someone called me a "poof" I think I probably would titter my head off......it's such a lovely word.


This blog doesn't make a great deal of sense, (I have just re read it over a cup of coffee)
suffice to say there are more interesting facets to me (so I keep telling myself) than my sexuality....
Mind you I am reminded of the Alexander Woolcott quote here (he was reviewing Maurice Maeterlinck’s play Aglavaine and Sélysette when he stated of Maeterlinck
"There is less to him that meets the eye!"
perhaps that description is more like it
hey ho

The Trelawnyd Flower Show

Thanks to Flower Show Committee Members Anne and Terry , we now have three robust 21st Century signs to publicize the Flower Show which is only a week and a half away.
Schedules (for those that are interested) can be viewed at http://trelawnydflowershow.blogspot.com/
Here's hoping the Flower Show will be supported as much as the Open Allotment Day,.....with Auntie Glad almost back in harness and  with a committee of affable despots in tow..I suspect it will be

Congratulations Eric

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Sporadic blog writer Eric (http://mountainrambler.blogspot.com/) won my sister's on line MND fundraising competition of "Name The Pig" with MARGIE ( a tribute to his Grandmother!)
Now the prize for the competition is a Welsh Love Spoon AND (be still my beating heart)  a CD of the Trelawnyd Male Voice Choir...so yesterday I went onto the official Choir website and ordered the cd in readiness for sending..
I ordered the cd when I was up at my brother's house  , so I was fairly surprised when I returned home to find the choir's secretary outside the cottage with the cd in his hand.
Personal delivery, I thought...now THAT is good service!
We chatted about the choir and interestingly he told me that he had read by blog entries detailing my quandary about joining the choir!
"You really should come and join us" he said kindly " we have a wonderful time!"
I talked about my fears of embarrassment  and his wife ( who was sat in their car chirped up that she thought I would benefit from going to sit in with the choir practice as an observer.
I agreed, and the secretary promised to contact me by email before the next rehearsal, which was very kind of him.
Anyhow a little later in the day, as I was walking the dogs  down Chapel Street , I spotted a man I did not know standing near auntie Glad's house., he called out a hello and when I stopped asked me if I had enjoyed the Choir's summer concert which took place on the 16th of July.
The conversation then took a bit of a deja vu turn, when he said he had read my blog and that he knew that I was thinking of joining the choir! (bloody hell twice.... in one afternoon how odd was that?!!!!)
Like the secretary ,he waxed on lyrically about how much fun he had being a part of the choir and laughed long and loudly when I said I was worried about how well I can sing!
"90 % of the choir wouldn't sing on their own" he reassured me with a smile..... "come along to the rehearsals" he said...and I have agreed that I will....
I walked on , amused at how fate can throw you a curved ball when you are not looking and the man went off to check up of how Auntie Glad was doing.......(Gladys has been the unofficial mascot of the choir for many years now and is held in high esteem by most of the long standing members)


Despite my lack of confidence and life long fear of embarrassing myself in public...I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that my path and that of the choir will be joining at some stage