Calling All Locals

Calling all locals

This is a reminder that

Affable despot Jason 

Has organised a " Jack the Ripper" evening on Saturday Evening at the 

Memorial Hall.

Retired detective , writer and presenter Trevor Marriott will give a detailed

And innovative review of the Ripper killings from a modern day perspective.

Sounds fun does it not?

Get your tickets from Jason 

At Ty Wynne, Chapel Street.

Oh Dear

just a quick postscript to my previous post.....
And a reply to the rather abusive post entry from a certain RED NINJA who apparently joined Blogger today just to call me ( and I quote) a "homophobic abusive excuse of an arsehole"
Now the " arsehole" description I will accept in part.....( it had taken nearly 51 years fully develop my acid, razor sharp wit) but .........homophobic.....I am afraid , I shall not accept.....
I suspect Red Ninja (?) hasn't quite cottoned on to my unhealthy obsessions with a certain Russell Crowe and the zombie killing red neck, Daryl Dixon........(The Walking Dead)
Perhaps she was blinded by my use of the inflammatory stereotype of lesbians being handy with screwdrivers......hey ho.......who knows.....
You just can't keep everyone happy....
So.....Red Ninja...if you are reading this
Eat shit and die
Xx

Daryl Dixon kills Ninjas

A Lesbian With A Screwdriver

There was a bit of folklore in Sheffield which stated that if you were a single gay man, you could always find a possible date at the flagship Waitrose supermarket on a Wednesday night .
Conversley Lesbian dating, it was said, was based,  at the DIY Superstore B&Q on a weekend...
I know lazy stereotyping
But ever so slightly amusing
Yesterday the two ladies who had suffered the fox attack over the weekend, dropped off their now unwanted hen houses,and runs. Every piece had been dismantled, within an inch of its life, and so, I was ever so slightly anxious at the prospect of sorting through a huge pile of timber, screws and chicken wire which was piled up in a mountain by the gate.
Now, I am not known for my woodworking skills
Especially when I have no paper instructions to follow......
I know, I looked a little worried!
Anyhow the kind ladies must have sensed my anxiety, for as the last bit of wood was dropped on the grass
They asked for a few screwdrivers, screwdrivers which they flipped professionally in their hands.

" Come on Pam " the First Lady said, in a rather passable imitation of Sigourney Weaver out of  aliens
" let's kick some ass"

In just half an hour the pair, helped occasionally by me, knocked up three hen houses, and two runs.....which are a complete godsend, as during the next two weeks, I am expecting two broody buffs to hatch out their chicks and the ducklings are due too, in their incubator in the kitchen

Thank you ladies. Both of you were stars 

Ripley would be very proud

An Old Soak

Dogs enjoy shit
It's a fact of life.
They eat it. They play with it and unfortunately they roll in it.
it's a delightful habit.
Around 8am this morning I put a stinking William into a hot soapy bath.
He's unusual in the fact that he absolutely adores the whole bathing experience, which is lucky, for this morning he experienced a nice long soak.
Sod's law dictated that I when I had lathered him up with shampoo there was a knock on the door.
It was a neighbour wanting eggs. I had just boxed a few up when another visitor arrived, a woman who wanted to buy some ducklings. Luckily I have duck eggs in the incubator, all of which are due hatching in a week, so I took the woman on the field to have a look at the " parents".
before taking a provisional order for a trio.
I then fed the fox attack hens, cleaned the wood burner out, sorted the kitchen into shape and was just spooning dog food into three bowls when there was yet another knock on the kitchen window.
The woman waiting for eggs must of thought I was mad for just as I handed them over the garden wall, I bleated out " bleeding hell I've left William in the bath," and ran off
It had just gone 10 past 9
He had been standing in the bath for over an hour

Before

And after

That Jolly Old Lesbian

........Claire Balding has won a BAFDA for her work on last years's BBC Olympic coverage
gawd Love her....... She deserves it...big style
Almost single handed lay she dragged BBC's Sport into a class all of its own
good on yer gal

An AFS Badge

In our house Sunday morning is a time for pottering and jobs. The Professor , In between his academic chores, has planted out buddleia in the garden, whereas I have splashed bleach around the cottage with gay abandon and have run amok with the mop. It's been the usual Joan Crawford " I'm not mad at you...I'm mad a the dirt" moment......... Come on we all have them...don't we?
Anyhow, as I was shifting some papers, this old badge slipped into view.
It was my grandfather's old uniform badge from his wartime Auxiliary Fire Service days in Liverpool, and I had long forgotten that I had kept it
He used to fascinate and frighten his grand children with stories of the Liverpool Blitz during the 1970s which, if you think about it was only 30 years after the true horrific events. Bloody hell it was only recently that I blogged about my own experiences as a student psychiatric nurse... And they were recalled from 30 years ago as well........Historical memories are only a stones throw away when you think about it , and after my generation has gone, there will be no one around to remember things like my Grandfather's heroic experiences down the bombed docks of Liverpool's waterfront or indeed  my own, more minor experiences nursing the lunatics of Chester.....
The Professor has his own thoughts on legacy and epitaphs.
" what would mine be?" I asked him
" Your blog" he said....
And that's perhaps why I felt the urge to document, albeit briefly, what my grandfather had done.....
Nothing EVER is forgotten on the Internet is it not?
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Anyhow after dog walks and jobs, come a most welcomed early Sunday afternoon sit in front of the fire......today, as the Prof jumps into his research papers , and the dogs make themselves comfortable in the arm chairs.....I am going to watch a re run of Sherlock

And finally....a quick photo for Pam, the lady who suffered the fox attack yesterday morning. Your hens are doing just fine and have perked up after their ordeal. I am keeping them in a small secure run until Tuesday, after which they will have free reign over the field.

Tits In Space

Spock and Kirk....true love?

Well in like any performance review...let's start with the good points

1) It's a roller coaster ride remake of the first movie with great set pieces, excellent visuals ( with the usual over abundance of fast editing) and a jaunty ensemble cast to die for .

2) The movie 'enjoys ' fleshing out of past story lines from the TV series and the 80s film franchise and does have an unexpectedly moving subplot involving the bromance between Kirk and Spock which  finally rears its head out of the wham bang wallop.

3) Benedict Cumberbatch's reincarnation of baddie Khan is a cracking success as is the wisecracking pacey script...which complements the action very well.

And the not so good

1) Much of what we see is a noisier, flashier, rehash of the original but in 3D....3D that the film just does not benefit from..

2) The two female characters of Uhura ( Zoe Saldana) and newbie Dr Carol Marcus ( Alice Eve) are a little embarrassing and are dreadfully oldfashioned. Uhura sulks with boyfriend Spock and Carol is filmed in her bra and knickers....not a good idea in a 2013 movie..... Mind you most of the diehard treckers will enjoy the big pair of boobs bouncing around in subspace I am sure 

3) the film did not need the obvious 9/11 references which surface in its latter stages

Overall it's an entertaining romp.

And Spock is still a VERY sexy Vulcan 

8/10

Ps. Long term fans may recognise where the plot will eventually go .....anyone remember Genesis?

Tits in space

More Waifs & Mr Spock

A brand new feed bin and two brand spanking galvanised feeders, two broody boxes , the promise of two new hen houses and four laying hens. No it's not Christmas early....it's the work of an Urban fox.

This morning the phone went early. It was from a tearful poultry keeper from Prestatyn who I know. Her pet  hens had just been attacked by a town fox. A brazen predator who had trotted around her garden with all of the confidence of a domestic Labrador. The fox killed one prize hen and left the other four shocked and traumatised and the whole sorry experience had upset the owners so much ( the lady's partner was recovering from cardiac surgery btw) that they wanted to relocate the survivors to somewhere "safer"

Now what stuck in my mind, was the fact that only a few days ago, one of my hens had been squished flat on the road by an irrational 4 x 4 driver, another I had effectively battered to death with a tin bowl in a fit of anger and another had been shut out of its coop and lost by the Professor on the only night I was away from Trelawnyd........"safe" was perhaps not the wisest word that could be used to describe the field at this very moment......

Anyhow, I promised the couple that I would take the hens on the proviso that they would always be theirs and that they could have them back at any time but I suspect that the trauma of having a fox ripping the wings off a family  pet was all too much for them, and so four new, shocked and nervous girls and all of their much welcomed equipment and housing have arrived at the cottage.

I locked up the birds with the diminutive Eric and left them all to calm down in his warm coop...... We are off to see the sexy Zachary Quinto in Star Trek!