I am at my brother's house today and as I drove up from Trelawnyd, I counted no less than five advertisements for "Halloween night" parties and celebrations...."Scare your pants off" here and "frighten the kids " there.....I am at saturation point with goolies at the moment! So, sticking to the old phrase.. you can't beat 'em so join 'em..... I have decided to nose dive in with the fun
In need of a little Boots no 7 me thinks
There seems to be a slight preoccupation with zombies of late. I must admit to having just a little bit of an obsession with AMC's The Walking Dead at the moment, but that is because the basic plot is that of a 1970s disaster movie... where a group of strangers have to battle a collective threat.
Disaster movie 2011 style
No, at the present moment... Zombies are definitely the "flavour of the month"
The Sexy Redneck Norman Reedus In the Walking Dead
I had to laugh recently when the BBC reported that Leicester City Council had recently received a freedom of information request from a "concerned" citizen in which he stated that provisions to deal with an attack, often seen in horror films, were poor and did Leicester have an emergency plan to deal with any potential zombie threat http://www.bbc.co.uk/news
A comment by geek Ed Thurlow ( Zombie expert and designer of the website "Terror 4 fun") was reassuring as it was amusing : he stated "a zombie invasion in Leicester was highly unlikely."
I will leave you with a real horror movie clip.
This one will strike terror into the very soul of Tom Stephenson!!!!!!!!!!!
Chris is still away,So each evening I can be found sat in front of the fire in his jim jams watching shite tv.
Well late last night When I took the dogs down the lane for their evening walk, I spied the distinctive White striped face of a badger poking out of the field hedge. For the past few months the badgers have disappeared from the field, so it was a bit of a bummer to think that they have now returned. I dropped the dogs back in the cottage , then I galloped around to the Church gate in order to spy on the field to count how many badgers were about.
BIG MISTAKE!!!
Message to self....never go badger watching when still wearing PJs! They GAPE!!
As I hurried down the lane I was caught by the headlights of a couple of cars..and it was only afterwards I realised that I had given them both "a bit of a show"
The drivers must have thought I was an escapee from some sort of" Twightlight home for the sexually incontinent....."
Anyhow back to the badgers..I counted four in the end. Four big adults. Grumbling like pigs, they scouted around the hen houses, scratching at the doors and coop corners as the hens all held their collective breaths. Then a couple made their heavy way to my two feed bins and effortlessly upended one spilling the expensive feed onto the grass. The strength of these animals is truly awesome
I had to stop my badger watch there and then, and as it started to rain, I climbed down onto the field to scoop up the lost feed and then moved both bins into the safety of the field shed.
As I appeared, pyjamas flapping in the wind, the badgers shuffled off down the field, grumbling to themselves.
I could almost make out what they were "saying"
I am not a huge fan of halloween
This morning, when I was in the queue at the supermarket (I was buying cheap spaghetti for the hens)a small fat,ugly child sitting in the trolley in front of me, waved a large plastic spider at me, whilst shouting "oooooohhhhhhherrrrrr" right in my face.
He and his unconcerned mother, were obviously getting themselves into the Halloween spirit, an AMericanised activity that has been adopted here ever since Jamie Lee Curtis ran around screaming her cakehole off,amid a huge teenage body count in suburban Haddonfield way back in 1978
This childish obsession with wandering the streets in the dark,dressed as Yoda or Wonder woman,begging for sweets, baffles me..especially as our old kitch 5th of November Celebrations (complete with baked potato and four sad looking fireworks in the back garden)has now died a bit of a death as the big stores now ram down our throats that "you aren't a good parent "if you don't buy your kids that flashing orange ghost that sings "The Monster Mash"
I thought all this when I was still at the checkout...the mother had finally stopped her fat son from swinging his plastic spider around (after three glares and a couple of loud tuts)
Then I realised that Chris and I had just bought a set of bloodshot eyeball novelty lights for CHris' nephew Leo only last week.....
Chris is away for a few Days, leaving me with his iPad to complete
My daily blog, which is not a mean feat as I am totally unfamiliar with
It's workings and applications.
Very little has happened today.
But there WAS one highlight moment when two middle aged ladies came onto the field with bread for the hens.
The two scattered crumbs for all, dropped some apples off for the pigs and took a final crust over to Beatrice in
Her stroke rehab pen.
Unfortunately Beatrice's run is slap-bang next to the new goose run, and before I thought
to warn the ladies, Tom let out a loud "Honk", bowed his head through the netting and struck home.
It was a fairly lucky "shot"
hIs beak slipped under the woman's kilt and I couldn't quite believe my ears when the woman
screamed and yelled "OH NO!!!!! HE'S GOT ME KNICKERS "
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry (I laughed) and dutifully galloped over to help save the poor damsel.
I needn't have worried though....for the woman, (who was around 60) had already leapt to safety
"I am so sorry," I babbled in way of an apology
But the woman and her friend were laughing hysterically
The friend especially so
"oooooh Alex," she snorted ""that's a first for you in 20 years!!!!!!!!!"
I didn't ask
There is something about a true British eccentric.
For me they are addictive and fascinating personalities. which, in this age of mediocrity, are as rare as hens' teeth.
For me, the "Red Faced Welsh Farmer" is such a character.
Dressed invariably in a tweed jacket which has seen better days and a deer stalker-esque hat ( which looks as though it's been used to clean the Church brass) I see him most days shooting through the village in his red land drover with his stubby thumb sticking up in a somewhat jaunty "joie de vivre" manner.
Well into his 7th decade, he has the look of a hill farmer with weathered cheeks that resemble corned beef and a smile which makes his face looks almost perfectly round.
Deafness makes his everyday talking voice boom like a Welsh Brian Blessed, and every day we meet up, especially when I feel somewhat jaded after night shift, his words often jangle my nerves as if I was waiting in shocked anticipation for a twenty one gun salute to go off!
The "RFWF" has a story about EVERYTHING. He also has an opinion about EVERYTHING ,so I have learnt long ago that if he stops to say hello, I am not going anywhere for at least 30 minutes....the dogs understand this rule when we are out now, and will automatically sit patiently at his feet when he "booms out" one of his tales.
The RFWF is a rare creature. He is the perfect example of "what you see is what you get!" No pretensions, no airs and graces, no apologies and no bullshit. The booming voice, the meandering stories, and the knackered old tweed hat , for some, the whole package is an aquired taste...... But for me......it is all great fun
The best thing on tv at the moment......The Walking Dead (series 2).....a 1970s disaster movie with zombies and believe it or not it has an intelligent script !
9/10
My Brother's physical condition has deteriorated somewhat over the past month or so. He cannot turn himself in bed and needs assistance to do so now, so my "hands on" care every Thursday is now very much hands on care, so to speak.
I have no trouble helping my brother out physically, after all I have been a nurse for decades, but it is odd to cross those physical boundaries from time to time that have been in place ever since we were children.
My parents were not demonstrative people.My father's father was a bit of a cold fish who ruled his family with a bit of an iron fist, and my mother, although hailing from emotionally warm parents, was an anxious and depressive personality who found physical intimacy difficult to cope with
As a family we were "saved" my our maternal grandmother, who could of maintained all the emotional demands of a large secondary school without breaking into a sweat, and it is her legacy of physical closeness that I am witnessing today .
As small children, my grandmother used to play with our hair. It was a luxury that we all used to squabble over in order to be the first to receive this hands on treat. Today on her visits to my brother, my sister will sit and play with his hair, just like our gran used to do and the action is a simple, effective and innate kind of therapy that bridges some of the gaps caused by a disease that robs a person of almost everything.
Isn't it funny that we return to our childhood "happy places" when we need to?. Regression is a necessary safety blanket for most serious ills..and..I am just grateful that our grandmother ensured that we as her grandchildren were given those happy places to "tap into" when fate deals us a low blow.
To me this is another example of just how important good parenting is....I am sure that without my grandmother 's ability to share her affections so easily, I would have not developed the basic skills to be an effective nurse/animal hoarder...
bloody hell....the responsibility of parenthood is literally so awesome.....and the scary thing is........any one psychopath can be a parent...
Ok it's all been a little too heavy today and forgive me..I have blogged about similar subjects like this before , so I will leave you with a video showing the consequences of being just a little overly demonstrative... tee hee
