Strictly News

One moment you are appearing in one of the top class shows on British tv and the next you are bouncing around in a silver leotard in a parochial Welsh Theatre Winter Panto......
Go figure...

Strictly's Robin Winsor turned up as the gay mirror in our local Production of " Snow White" and although he was pretty dire the production itself was fun enough to make us all ( The Prof and my sisters et al)  feel just that little bit Christmasy .
Ironically Strictly finished this evening with the cute and diffident  " The Wanted" band member Jay McGuiness crowned a worthy winner........

Mind you I think this year's series will be known for the arrival of the Russian dancer Gleb Savchenko.....who is so much more tasty that poor old Robin..........
Mind you Gleb......things havea  tendency to change and so do  tastes....given a few dozen months......and I am wondering is they have Panto in Moscow

 

Woof

Btw does anyone know why my followers numbers are up and down like a whores'  knickers?

Virtual Card

Tom Stephenson's virtual Card is a little more " salty" than mine

But we both feel the same about our followers

So to you all out there is the blogosphere

Happy Christmas from me, The Prof

Winnie, George, William and Mary

And  not forgetting Albert

Xxxxxx

Cards

 Our postman gave me a cheery wave yesterday and waved this Christmas card through the window.
" kids!" He chuckled.
Thank you to all of the bloggers that that taken the time and effort in sending me a card......
This one by Rachel.......made my day.
It gave the post office a chuckle too

Sad

Tonight I asked someone I know vaguely what they are doing for Christmas.
She told me that she usually goes to a cousin for the day but this year she said without an edge that for the first time , for the Christmas holiday,she had booked herself into a budget hotel 25 miles away.
It's a faceless, budget hotel the sort rife with stag nights and poor businessmen.
I wasn't sure, just what else to say except a light " what have you planned for Christmas Day?" and
She said " Nothing" without any hint of self pity .

I feel incredibly sad

"You're maudlin and full of self-pity. You're magnificent!"

Yesterday, I was sipping a cocktail looking across the London skyline at the Glowing Shard. Today I'm dragging Albert's face out of a half constructed cottage pie in my pyjamas 

Winnie is unconcious  in bed, William is hiding somewhere dark Mary and George are asleep in the kitchen and its raining again. 

There is a massive brown patchwork of muddy paw prints to scrub from the kitchen floor. 

And sometime in the night William backed into the folded ironing board lying against the wall by the door and  has shat all over it. 

Welcome back to Trelawnyd

Sky Garden

 Well , I am on the way home again.
It's been a fantastic 24 hours.
Nuala ( Nu) as usual made my visit special....even down to bagging the best table at the Sky Garden's restaurant by stating that it was my 40 th birthday. The hostess , polite as she was didn't batter an eyelid ( as when have I ever looked 40? Even when I was 30 I didnt look 40) and the cute as a button waiter brought us two tiny chocolate cakes and a candle which we laughed over until we wept.

 It was lovely to touch base and it was lovely to recharge with a best friend of some 26 years.....
The best time

The sky Garden at dusk

Fab-u-lous

Have had the best time.

Last night we went to Sadler's Wells to See Mathew Bourne's Gothic take 

on Sleeping Beauty.

It was fab , a real visual treat.

Today I will do a bit of shopping when Nu gets her nails done then

I shall meet her at the " Sky Garden" for lunch

http://skygarden.london/darwin

Hey ho

I'l have to scrub up

A taste of th ballet x

Scotch Egg On A Train

I'm on the way to London to see Nu.
I'm all set for the journey, newpaper, internet, Christmas cards and an emergency scotch egg are all laid out ready.
There was a somewhat offensive druggie wandering around Prestatyn station in a father Christmas jumper when I was waiting for the train, who started to be rather confrontational to a young Asian couple standing nearby.  So I ate my first egg in rather a defiant manner at him after walking up to them and blocking his view.
" Don't you want to talk to me" he slurred at me eventually.
" NO! " I said talking a bite of scotch egg..... Druggies are like nasty drunks, the less you give them the better.
Anyhow that little drama over with, I am comfortably sat with my jobs all in hand. I 'm meeting Nu at Angel then we are off to the ballet. Tomorrow will be lunch out then some shopping for me before coming back on the early evening train.
Christmas has officially started.