A 1962 Baby

Me and another birthday gal

Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday to Me

la-la-laaaaaaaaaaaaaa-la dear John-ny

etc etc etc

My blogging may be a bit sparse over the next day or so as it's going to be a rather busy weekend
Today I will be alternating between joyfully opening gifts and being dreadfully Urbane and popular.
(yeah right!) it seems that everyone but me thinks that being 50 is some major fuck off milestone....
I don't........ probably because I think I still think I am 28......
Also, I need to set up The Trelawnyd Flower Show stall and my History Blog display at the village Carnival field before Saturday morning, go and see Prometheus at the Scala and my best male mate Mike will be making a most welcomed trip from Sheffield on Saturday afternoon to join us in a few small sherries and help me watch my Walking Dead birthday dvds!
It will be lovely to see him....it's been over two years since he, his wife and daughter visited us!
Poor Chris..... Mike is as geeky as I am when it comes to films, so for him it will be sadly like watching a re run of Men Behaving Badly
Sunday, there is more Carnival to be a part of, The National Big Lunch to attend and I am bloody working Sunday night which is a bugger!.....and in between all this, the animals still need to be fed, watered and their bottoms still need to be wiped..........
True to form, next week.... fuck all will be happening
and next week I shall be hurling towards being 51!
51!!!

Oh it's not just MY birthday today....so I must also say a very happy birthday to my twin Sister Janet, my dear friend "Dr Nige of Stockport", oh and to our neurotic Welsh Terrier Meg who is an impressive 7 years old today!
I'm in good company

hey ho, dear friends... hey ho x

My favourite photo of my sister , Janet and I way back in the late 1980s

John Garrison - Never Far From Me

If today's previous post ticked the "Boob" vote

This one will surely tick the Kleenex brigade

Listen to this after a double gin and

I dare you not to snivel

Enjoy

Haddocks

It is a late posting 
I was up thinking about the French film I have just seen at Theatre Clwyd entitled The Boy with a bike and couldn't quite agree with myself on the review, so I will share with you today's story about the naming of my allotment!


Cro over at magnonsmeanderings.blogspot.co.uk/ is a gentle and cultured old soul who lives in a picturesque part of France. He has three ugly hens, two delightful dogs  and a garden folly to die for!
Cro also has an endearing habit of giving "odd" names for family members, friends and inanimate objects ....I think it's a product of good breeding
Anyhow, I have always liked the name he has given to his own allotment.....he calls it "Haddocks!"


Today I bumped into fellow villager Sid as he passed the field with his good natured dogs in tow. We chatted about this and that, and I told him about Cro's amusingly catchy name for his vegetable plot and said I would like to name mine in a similar vein
"what is the criteria for picking the new name?" Sid asked with interest
After thinking about it for a while, I suggested that the name should be slightly ironic, amusing and  rather catchy!---" your favourite word!" I then added
I gave him a minute or so to mull it over, then asked him
"Well have you thought of something I could name my allotment?" 
"That I have", Sid said after a moment
"Well what is it?" I asked impatiently
"BOSOMS" Sid said with a smile
and so...... BOSOMS it is!

Gawd Bless her

 

Going Gently needed a bit of colour today

it's been far too drab here recently

And so spurred on by local royalist and show gal Jason from Ty Wynne and his multicultural bunting and flag waving

Bwthyn-y-llan has followed suit

with our own  bit of red,white and blue 

oh and for balance

The Welsh flag has been erected on the side of the cottage

Computer Speak

Yesterday I received a letter from my pet insurers

It was one of those mass printed, faceless notes that was signed with an unreadable signature by someone who is simply called a "customer services director"

The content of the letter went something as follows

.............we are very sorry to learn of the distressing news that you no longer have your pet....At this very sad time we'd like to extend our heartfelt thoughts to you and can confirm that we have now cancelled this policy...............during this difficult period, you may find some comfort in calling our free bereavement counselling line. This is open 24 hours a day and manned by trained counsellors to give you the support you need throughout this time, whenever you need it................

I don't know quite how I feel about this.

A soulless letter with the content reminiscent of  something The Samaritans would extol sticks in the throat just a little...and I find the thought of a "trained counsellor" sitting by the phone in the middle of the night waiting for a tearful phone call to be so sad on so many levels.

Now I am sure the "counsellors" are a selection of well meaning sweet people.

And I am sure in this age of "touchy feely" customer services, all the right words were being said.

But , to me, the most import thing that was missing from the end of the letter

was a name......a simple and personal name.........

George being dragged around the neighbour's garden yesterday by Sarren the welsh terrier puppy

Torch Song

Robin Govier from nearby Flint carries the torch

Flanked by his buff Olympic police guard, the Olympic torchbearer ambled into the nearby village of Rhuddlan under blue skies.

The place was packed with people....... thousands turned up.......the great and the good.....all waving their flags, blow up plastic torches and an occasional pint of cold lager.

It was nice to be a part of it all somehow.

It was nice to see a good humoured crowd

and it was good to experience a little bit of positivism in a time of fucking depression

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A young woman summed the entire afternoon up for me, when I heard her friend chuckling at the fact that she was crying when she spied 23 year old torchbearer Paul Gavin from Widnes being "mobbed" by the happy crowd before he started his part of the relay.

The woman was weeping and laughing all at the same time,

"I KNOW I am crying" she called out to her friend "It's just so bloody lovely to be a part of some good news for a change"

A man nearby chirped up "here here!"

and for a moment everything was alright with the world....

The Crowd supports Paul Gavin in an inpromptu burst of photography and back slapping

Hey Ho

There are downsides to living in the country
It has to be said from time to time.
My main bug-bares are ( and in no particular order-as they say on TV)


1. You have to drive fairly long distances to do anything
2. There is now where locally that sells good greetings cards
3. Very few places sell proper coffee
4. Casual racism


Now I throw the last one in for some dramatic effect, but unfortunately, I must say it is a true statement.
Of course, I am talking in generalities here. Racism flourishes anywhere and everywhere. But generally speaking, I have noticed more racist comments, and certainly a noticeable lack of broad-mindedness about race here in Wales than I ever experienced in South Yorkshire.


I discussed this at work the other night, for it is in work where I think I notice this the most, and the debate that followed was an interesting one given the demographic of the staff on duty and the patients being looked after was predominately  white and " working class".


Of course we don't have the cultural melting pot that the great Northern Cities are famous for, indeed black faces in the coastal towns here in Wales are still a fairly rare sight even in 2012  and I am reminded here of something that happened to me several years ago, which perhaps underlines the noticeable lack of exposure, some communities still have when that much used catch phrase "multiculturalism" is used.


I was in a car on the A55 late at night.
( for those that don't know the A55 is the only duel carriageway of note here in North Wales) 
As we approached the turn off for the coast, out of the pitch black, we spied a broken down car on the hard shoulder.
Perched on a grassy bank, next to their car was a group of middle aged Asian ladies, who were all decked out in a whole array of multicoloured saris, and so surprised were we to see this unexpected sight, we sailed right passed them.
I turned to the driver and suggested that we should have offered them some help
But I was immediately faced with a worried look and the comment of " I don't think so"
"we better not" my companion then added
 "It might be a trap!"

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Off to watch the Olympic Torch pass by a little later.... will post a few photos later if I can

50 going on 13

I am re watching the second series of The Walking Dead on channel 5
How Geeky am I?
My mother in law is buying me the first series for my 50th
How sad is that? I think, she thinks it is a detective series

It will be one of my best pressies

I have already received some fantastic pressies even though by birthday is on Friday
SO thank you Nia for a genuine 1962 Times newspaper ( the year of my birth)
Thank you Mike and Bev for an afternoon tea in a swanky Hotel
and thank you Janet for a meal at Osborn House


it's all me me me me me !