Olympic Bosoms

I have posted a rather pleasantly gratuitous photo of Welsh discus thrower Brett Morse in way of illustrating the fact that we have now had two days WITHOUT rain here in Trelawnyd
The jet stream has been pushed Northward by the collecting "tut tuttng" from a disgruntled British public who was finally sick to the back teeth of getting piss wet through every day since the end of spring, and the skies are now a hopeful blue in readiness for the Olympics,
The Olympics have touched and are touching the village in their own small way! Pippa, the doctor's wife seems to have purchased a lion's share of the allocation and was excitedly telling me about the venues she will be attending just the other day.....and a few years ago, Austin Savage, the brother of local Thespian Tecwyn Savage( here seen in the village production of Sleeping beauty) played hockey in the 1972 Olympics!

Ok, the link is a little tenuous , but I found it interesting!

Right, all this Olympic talk has galvanised the old juices and I need to get my hands on my bosoms today!
With a daytime fox around ( I do have 6 nervous adult ducks left!) It would be prudent to show a presence on the field.
(to all those worried about little CAROL and POLENTA - be reassured that the two duckings are quite safe in their own little wooden run!)

My 'Bosoms' need a good seeing to

hey ho!

It's Time!

AND THE WINNER IS?

Drum Roll Please

The Crowd gasps

Opens the envelope

..............................

Mr Fox of ARCTIC FOX fame

and his Zombie based suggestion of

CAROL from The Walking Dead!

&

Miss Chania of RAZZMATAZ fame

and

her SLIGHTLY "Off the wall "

suggestion 

of

POLENTA!

And so

CAROL & POLENTA 

IT IS!

Chania & Jason please send your addresses to my email 

jgsheffield@hotmail.com

and some amazingly expensive gifts will be posted tout suite!!!!

congratulations

and to all of the others who sent in 320 suggestions

TOUGH SHIT!

Ducky Name THE FINALISTS

I had 322 entries! 
and in no particular Order the finalists ARE.......................( very long pause for dramatic effect...ROLL OF DRUMS..........some dramatic music plays
 ...............audience gasps.................

Rick and Lori (Hannah)
Barnaby and Burgho (Despot Jason)
Molly (Theanne) YES One name can be picked from a couple!
Dorothy and Judy (!) Wartime Housewife
Tosh (Mumasu)
Brian (Jac @home)
Bogart and Bacall (Wanda)
Nova and Scotia (Shari)
Otis (VD Locey)
Semolina and Polenta (Razzmataz)
Daryl and Carol ( Arctic Fox)
Stan (gheyes)
Maude (North of wiarton)


And the winner is?.........LET ME KNOW YOUR FAVS PLEASE!!!!


tune in tomorrow to find out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Theatre and Lunch....A Gentleman's Day Out

Topthorn and Joey (you honestly do NOT "see" the puppeteers!)

Well how can I best describe the Stage production of War Horse?
Overall it's a little difficult to say, because from the get-go, the puppetry that depicts a tiny foal in the centre of a darkened stage is quite, quite breath taking in it's complexity and it's accuracy, a fact that literally overshadows other more basic aspects of the production.


Visually WarHorse is a stunning example of just how good observational choreography can be; and I have a deep, deep admiration for the work of Toby Sedgwick who brought a whole set of skeletal animatronic characters to life.
The horses move and act just like the giant beasts they are pretending to be, and, for me, it is the scene where the hero stallion Joey jousts with the black stallion Topthorn on the eve of the battle in No Man's Land that really takes the breath away....this scene alone is worth the price of admission.


Unfortunately the human side of the drama, left me all a bit cold ( like it did in Spielberg's movie) and I was generally rather disappointed with the script and the acting as a whole. Which was a shame.....
Don't let this put you off however, as I suspect both Chris and I were in the minority of people that gave the play  a so-so review...the rest of the audience was hooked 

Fortnum's teapots...a gay man's heaven

However, our trip to London was a real tonic. The weather was good, there was a real Olympic "BUZZ" in the air as we walked across Green Park to the Mall to see all of the preparations for the big event and we had a delightful lunch at Fortnum & Mason's where the scrambled eggs have been collected only from "rare" hens......!!!

We just had time for a brief shop , coffee with the tourists at Covent Garden, and got home just in time to feed the new ducklings and walk the dogs in a cold and, rainy and rather dull Trelawnyd
A nice day!

Long Day

It's been a long enjoyable day!For Me & Meg ( who spent the day with Aunt Judy)

Forgive the Hat

Love A Duck

Well, we have been sifting though the massive post bag which contains the "ducking naming" entries throughout the early part of our train journey. The lady opposite quite likes some of the more " fluffy bunny" names put forward so far, unlike Chris who has merely raised his Roger Moore eyebrow when I told him that Mr Fox suggested naming the ducklings Daryl and Carol from the WALKING DEAD. His précis on the whole competition has been a succinct comment of "Bloody saddos" Nuff said! So keep em coming dear readers.... Foreign winners will receive some deliciously expensive handcrafted greetings cards from our sister village of Dyserth..(Chris says they look as though they come from a special needs workshop) while...Uk winners will win some genuine Trelawnyd honey.... Right....have to go....IPad is running out of juice and I need to play with the embarrassing toilet doors on virgin trains.......

Name That Duck!

Ok. brief post today...I am off to sample the delights of a "Health & Safety" study day...Tomorrow will be more of the same as Chris is taking me to London for the day (Christmas Pressie). We are off to see the matinee stage production of War Horse, which will be a real treat, if not a bit of a busy day as we need to get back to lock the animals up for the night.

Now that good natured Sheffield despot that is Yorkshire Pudding suggested that I run a naming competition for the two ducklings that were kidnapped  collected yesterday....and so, bowing to his academic experience , age and excitable nature I am proud to announce the "name the duck" competition!
Send me your ideas for the two babies.....they can be anything but smutty (Thomas!) and by Saturday I will pick the best two names and the nominee will receive a real, home made Trelawnyd prize through the post!
( "oh be still my beating heart!")
so let's hear your ideas.......

Well Meaning Idiots

The woman with the ducks wanted me to pay for taking them off her well manicured hands and neat little flowered boarders.
She said she paid 20£  for each of  her little Aylesburys,
I told her she paid 30£ quid too much
She bought them from her window cleaner who said they would make  ideal suburban pets
That was before they had reduced part of her lawn to mud


In the end I took them for nothing, and was so angry I would have taken them anyway,
The woman had no clue of how to look after  RUBBER DUCK let alone two under age real life ducklings.


The youngsters had been given free range of the woman's garden and drive over the past two weeks or so, even though I suspect they are now only six weeks old. I explained to her that given the bad weather we have experienced over the past month I was surprised that the little chaps had not succumbed to the wet....especially as neither bird has any feathers showing through yet


The pair have survived  by pure luck, especially given the fact that their home was a converted wooden barrel and a greater amount of their feed has been slices of white bread and a bit of corn.


I had the pair caught and in the back of the Berlingo before the woman had drawn a big breath.
"I think I will buy a couple of those big fat hens for the garden" The woman mused before I drove away
"I saw a couple in Homes and Gardens , they are called Orpingtons....do you have any for sale?"
"No" I said shortly and drove off