Its not quite the same with a turkey, an old hen and a scottish terrier
And note....my fat arse is not quite as pert as Mr Pratt's
Back Off
1001 things to do with a cucumber!
Ok, it's starting off in a slow trickle but the
Online novelty veg photo entries for the Flower Show
are arriving
I'm posting a couple today to wet your artistic juices
So arses into gear please
Entries to
jgsheffield@hotmail.com
Worth Seeing For The Pratt Alone
At the beginning of the story, Claire Dearing (Bryce Dallas Howard) the corporate Manager of super theme park " Jurassic World" shares with her Billionaire Boss Mr Masrani ( Irrfan Khan) just why the company has bred a super aggressive hybrid dinosaur called the Indominus Rex
" kids are bored with ordinary dinosaurs " she explains in her power suit." They want something more"
She could have been quoting the modern day movie going audience, for after two decades of CGI , ordinary dinosaurs seem very old hat indeed!
And so the director and writers of Jurassic World have thrown everything but the kitchen sink at the audience. 24 thousand visitors are attacked by a flock of pterosaurs along main street. a whale sized sea dinosaur leaps out of a sea lagoon to bolt down a great white shark, and a swat team of dino killers are massacred in a scene reminiscent of Aliens.
We have the obligatory two kids in peril, a feisty female who outruns a T rex WITH HIGH HEELS ON and a sneering baddie ( Vincent D'Onofrio ) who gets his arm bitten off by a semi trained raptor
Yes...its all too much!
But...and there is a BIG but here ," Jurassic World" is just about saved by it's leading man, Chris Pratt. The slightly swaggering, cute as a button, strapping hunk of dino manhood, Pratt, dominates the action and provides the film with some much needed humour and rather good acting, especially in his scenes with Dallas Howard who he has some excellent on screen chemistry with.
It doesn't hurt that he's bloody lovely to look at either!
Sigh
Sigh
Bunting In The Village Hall
We all need a bit of colour in our lives don't we?......and I have been wanting to buy some vintage bunting for the Flower Show for ages now. Yesterday the first lot was delivered, and this morning on a glum and overcast Friday , Sailor John , the Show Treasurer and I played around measuring yards of pretty cotton flags from window to window.
Waiting for the drizzle outside to stop, I took a few photos around the Hall, mentally working out where everything was to placed at show time.
The Old Eisteddfod Chairs from 1906
Auntil Gladys in her rain mack out visiting
The Hall noticeboard
The new lavender border on the village green
Yes we need a bit of colour on a gloomy Friday
Vet Review
Yesterday was the day I was going to make the fateful decision about Meg
It just so happened to coincide with my nursing night shift...a night shift that saw us move into a brand new , all singing and all dancing Critical Care Unit......
It's like the original Jurassic Park.....no expense was spared.......frigging hell.....there was even a machine that reads the finger prints of the nurses and dispenses medication in a sort of game show way...........but we didn't know where anything was!
All night, all I could see was nurses hurrying around like loons shouting things like " where are the frigging saline ampules ? !!!!" at each other!
Anyhow
Because the rosy faced vet wasn't available yesterday, I had arranged to speak to her today.....so with a heavy heart I came home this morning wondering just how Meg was faring ...another refusal of food.....more weight lost..........another curled up, sick looking dog and the conversation with the vet would be a sad, fraught one......
Another day...another roller coaster of emotions.
As it happened....my offer of a half dozen chicken meatballs from the Spar, went down as welcomed as well thumbed copy of "50 Shades of Gray" at the Llanasa Women's Institute.....Meg ate every one, and even Managed to take a large chunk of a jumbo sausage for good measure!
Ok, she had had the shits...but that seemed all........I can cope with the shits.....especially after the shift I had at the hospital!
Like I said it's a roller coaster ride of emotions.
And so, she clambered up onto my knee as I dozed on the couch. Her eyes are milky, but alert.....and her affect is brighter ...it's almost as if she knew that today wasn't going to be the day we took that final trip to the vets.
Hey ho.....
It just so happened to coincide with my nursing night shift...a night shift that saw us move into a brand new , all singing and all dancing Critical Care Unit......
It's like the original Jurassic Park.....no expense was spared.......frigging hell.....there was even a machine that reads the finger prints of the nurses and dispenses medication in a sort of game show way...........but we didn't know where anything was!
All night, all I could see was nurses hurrying around like loons shouting things like " where are the frigging saline ampules ? !!!!" at each other!
Anyhow
Because the rosy faced vet wasn't available yesterday, I had arranged to speak to her today.....so with a heavy heart I came home this morning wondering just how Meg was faring ...another refusal of food.....more weight lost..........another curled up, sick looking dog and the conversation with the vet would be a sad, fraught one......
Another day...another roller coaster of emotions.
As it happened....my offer of a half dozen chicken meatballs from the Spar, went down as welcomed as well thumbed copy of "50 Shades of Gray" at the Llanasa Women's Institute.....Meg ate every one, and even Managed to take a large chunk of a jumbo sausage for good measure!
Ok, she had had the shits...but that seemed all........I can cope with the shits.....especially after the shift I had at the hospital!
Like I said it's a roller coaster ride of emotions.
And so, she clambered up onto my knee as I dozed on the couch. Her eyes are milky, but alert.....and her affect is brighter ...it's almost as if she knew that today wasn't going to be the day we took that final trip to the vets.
Food For Thought
Generally I am not too fussed with " modern art" but recently I was moved by the work of Eric Ravelo, who is a cuban artist. His photographs titled " The Untouchables" are incredibly powerful
"The first image refers to pedophilia in the Vatican. Second child sexual abuse in tourism in Thailand, and the third refers to the war in Syria. The fourth image refers to the trafficking of organs on the black market, where most of the victims are children from poor countries; fifth refers to weapons free in the U.S.. And finally, the sixth image refers to obesity, blaming the big fast food companies.
Jumbo Sausage
Meg had the shits in our bedroom this morning, which was a bit of an unplanned moment as it
took an age sorting out the " bits" between the bare floorboards.....cue big sigh!
I was almost late for " fat club" because of it all, but the fact I lost another 3.5 lbs made up for the rush! ( i've lost 1 stone 1.5 lbs in just over three weeks!)
On the way back I stopped off at Sainsburys for some essential " poorly dog" supplies - namely a scented candle and a whopper jar of hot dog sausages ( Meg had eaten a whole sausage last night!)
I was served by a middle aged , bleach blonde checkout woman. She was the one that was always " over familiar" with Chris and I when we did did the weekly shop before changing allegiances to Tesco ...you know the sort..friendly middle aged fag hag!
Anyhow...
Picking up the jar of hot dogs, she rolled her eyes like Sid James and chirped up playfully" Big Night In eh?"
I couldn't resist playing up to her and the other people in the queue and replied rather too loudly
" I 've got an old bitch at home who is just gagging for one of those bad boys!"
took an age sorting out the " bits" between the bare floorboards.....cue big sigh!
I was almost late for " fat club" because of it all, but the fact I lost another 3.5 lbs made up for the rush! ( i've lost 1 stone 1.5 lbs in just over three weeks!)
On the way back I stopped off at Sainsburys for some essential " poorly dog" supplies - namely a scented candle and a whopper jar of hot dog sausages ( Meg had eaten a whole sausage last night!)
I was served by a middle aged , bleach blonde checkout woman. She was the one that was always " over familiar" with Chris and I when we did did the weekly shop before changing allegiances to Tesco ...you know the sort..friendly middle aged fag hag!
Anyhow...
Picking up the jar of hot dogs, she rolled her eyes like Sid James and chirped up playfully" Big Night In eh?"
I couldn't resist playing up to her and the other people in the queue and replied rather too loudly
" I 've got an old bitch at home who is just gagging for one of those bad boys!"
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