The International Novelty Veg OR Fruit Exhibits

This made me titter like a drain

I have to remind everyone that the Novelty Veg or Fruit entry should be a vegetable or a fruit

And not the arsehole of a chicken 

Mz Hoonagle hasn't quite  grasped the rules

But I shall enter her photo for a laugh

Remember send your entries to me at 

jgsheffield@hotmail.com 

Use The Magills!

I had a nice rambling post planned about the new Independence Day, The People's Court and the old guy in the village ( the one with the shit scared shitzu ) who has just bought himself the box set of The Walking Dead. But events transpired against a nice coffee in front of the ipad.
First I had to run around sorting out the loan of a strimmer ( from a local who borrowed and broke mine last year) then I had to drop the cod cakes I was making back into the bowl when a neigbour from down the lane banged on the window with the news that Albert was choking to death in the lane.
Luckily, he wasn't choking to death but he was choking on something so after a fruitless swipe around his throat I bunged him into the back of the car and shot up to the vets like Starsky & Hutch.
There  the staff removed what looked like a gristle bone from a rabbit with a delicate pair of magill forceps .
He sat like one of those 1960s nodding dogs on the hatchback shelf all the way home.
I've been running late all day because of it all.
So, before I blog later , and after I finish the cod cake supper then pick the Prof up from the station, i  will leave you with the latest International Novelty Veg Entry
This one is from Joyce

International Novelty Vegetable Photo Number Three!

Thank you Heather! Wonderful

International Novelty Vegetable Entry Number 2

A bloody clever entry from our Rachel! 

Keep em coming 

jgsheffield@hotmail.com

Father's Day

My father died back in 1989.
He was telling a joke at the breakfast table, or so the story goes.
I never knew what the punchline was.
Anyhow I guess I've saved 27 years' worth of father's day card costs.

Over the past two decades I have sort of inherited a new dad. My father in law is a genial, self effacing old buffer, who has a easy manner, and a rather small selection of terrible jokes .
Richard often reminds me of Nigel Bruce's Watson in those 1940's Americanised Sherlock Holmes, films, for he is a cheerful, slightly bemused and sociable old guy, a character which perhaps belies the fact he has the chutzpah to be able to drive over the entirety of Europe and beyond without batting a single eyelash.

So today, when Dads all across Britain are opening a card with a picture of a golf trolley on it, I send my father in law very best wishes for the day!
Have a good one Richard........

What are your best father stories? It's over to you..........

Dirty Little Secrets

I have a confession to make.
I have kept a secret for weeks now.
It's a dirty little secret.
Every day, I sneak out. Sometimes at dawn, sometimes at dusk and I creep out of the cottage and into the churchyard.
No one is about at these times.
No one can see my dirty secret.
I rummage around my pocket for the things I need. And I scan the churchgate for any sudden movement. I Cannot possibly carry out my secret activity when any living soul is around.
Only when I am alone can the deed be done.
The dirty,dirty deed.
I am ashamed.
I am worried I could get caught.
I am disgusted..........

So do you want to know my dirty, dirty secret?
Do you really want to know?
Do ya?

Well, I'll tell you.....
For weeks now, Albert has been tip toe-ing off to the graveyard to have a sneaky poo in the only grave which has a rectangle of earth on it, instead of turf .
I caught him several times and now have to sneak to the grave daily to give it a " spring clean"
Hey ho

The Private Life Of The Taxi

The most scary taxi trip I ever took was a mad cap journey from Midtown Manhattan to Little Italy . The taxi driver gunned it down one of the roughest roads I have ever had the misfortune to travel along and the Prof and I basically went weightless in the back of the cab as we sped Downtown .
The Yellow Taxis of New York are not built for guys my size

Last night in the early hours of this morning, I had to catch a taxi home from Rhyl. The driver was cheerful enough but was acting as dispatcher and driver of what was essentially just a two man enterprise, and so we roared homeward bound well over the speed limit with him answering phone calls every few seconds or so on his hand held
This was at one o'clock in the morning.
" Pick up now in Denbigh to Towyn  to return at 4 am"
( Apparantly a regular " shag trip" after a bottle of wine)
" Pick up from one part of Prestatyn to another and return"
( Apparantly a drug pick up)
And "another pick up from one part of Rhyl to overnight shop and return"
( alcohol pick up)
" customer stopped at a service till then did a runner without paying"
All this within our ten minute journey home.

No matter where you live, there seems an underclass, an underworld of activities far, far removed from what you know and feel comfortable with. It's a world of deals, of antisocial behaviour, of drugs and " life on the edge" and sitting in the passenger seat of a speeding taxi, I caught the tiniest of glimpses of this world last night.

Not nice!

Anyhow I will leave you with the first Entry to the INTERNATIONAL NOVELTY VEG/ FRUIT COMPETITION ..thanks to Karen D.

Calling All Photos!

Rachel's Melon Boobs went down a storm with MrButler

Yesterday our Show's usual cookery judge told me that she was unable to officiate at this year's event! This sort of thing is the stuff of nightmares for a Flower Show Secretary but after  a bit of ringing round, I have secured the " domestic class judge" from the  Mostyn Flower Show.
Job done.
Now today I thought I would put out my yearly request for novelty veg/fruit photos!

The International Novelty Fruit/ Veg Photo Competition is now an official class in the Trelawnyd Flower Show. All you have to do is to design and make your novelty exhibit, it can be anything you like.....an animal, a person, a car, boobs in a bra! whatever! Then you photograph it and send me the photo in an email.
I shall print the photo out to A4 size and the photo will decorate the Memorial Hall on the day of the show.
Our Nationally renowned vegetable judge Mr Norman Butler will judge the best photo on the day of the show and the winner will be sent a special prize and rosette on behalf of the Flower Show Committee.
Please send your entries to me on jgsheffield@hotmail.com
I shall post all entries on Going Gently

Last Year's Domestic Classes