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The Power Of Song
I'm not a football fan, never have been, but I must admit, I did watch the end of the Euro match Wales vrs Belguim with a certain amount of pride.
Strangely enough the pride was not centred upon the talent of the welsh Minnows but for the generally good humoured Welsh spectators who have received much praise from the French authorities for their exemplary behaviour.
Now Welshmen are no angels, one look at a rough pub around Flint on a Friday night , would tell anyone that, but there is something about Welsh men and women and Nationalism that brings out a rather moving phenomenon; the collective talent for song.
Last night, during the game, the supporters sang their heart out and I was reminded of the film Zulu when Ivor Emmanual's perfect baritone led the troops in the spirited Men Of Harlech. There is something rather valiant about standing up straight and belting out a song.
Russian and English supporters please take note!
The Latest Novelty Veg Photo
This one was sent in by Sue Hammersley who is 53!
There are a lot of sick people out there
Wonderful!
Keep em coming
jgsheffield@hotmail.com
First Proper Snog
I was listening to the radio yesterday afternoon ( squirting anti-inflammatory liquid down Mary's ears!) when this song came on the radio.
Immediately I was taken back to a grubby staff club at the West Cheshire Psychiatric Hospital in Chester...circa 1985.
It was around 11.30pm and I was standing in the small foyer waiting for friends to come out slightly worse for wear. The door to the club opened and this music was playing as a rather drunk staff nurse I had been working with a few months before passed me. He hugged me in way of greeting and unexpectedly kissed me on the lips .
Out of the blue I returned the kiss a second time.....which surprised both of us and I was suddenly left with the notion that I kinda liked it......
LIFE IN A NORTHERN TOWN !
Immediately I was taken back to a grubby staff club at the West Cheshire Psychiatric Hospital in Chester...circa 1985.
It was around 11.30pm and I was standing in the small foyer waiting for friends to come out slightly worse for wear. The door to the club opened and this music was playing as a rather drunk staff nurse I had been working with a few months before passed me. He hugged me in way of greeting and unexpectedly kissed me on the lips .
Out of the blue I returned the kiss a second time.....which surprised both of us and I was suddenly left with the notion that I kinda liked it......
LIFE IN A NORTHERN TOWN !
Mustang
Set in modern day rural Turkey ( a thousand miles and two hundred years away from Istanbul) Mustang centres on the life of five orphaned sisters living a fairly normal teenage life with their exasperated Grandmother and traditionally paternalistic Uncle.
Seen through the eyes of the youngest and most feisty sister Lale (Gunes Sensoy) we follow the the sisters' virtual imprisionment in the family home as the adult relatives prepare the girls for marriage ( the only way they can maintain face within the local community who feel that the girls are rather more wayward than they admit to)
Initially Lale is sheltered from the degrading way of life even when their Uncle calls for the older girls' virgin status to be medically checked out. Nor is she aware of the growing sexual abuse going on in the family home , but gradually she becomes aware of the toxic nature of their existence, and it is her that hatches a plan for escape.
Mustang is a beautifully crafted movie. Not only is the story about archaic attitudes to women and womens' rights but it is a subtle and rather moving exploration of puberty and sexual awareness.
One scene in particular, lingers long in the mind and that that is when the five sisters escape their prison home to attend a football match in the capital. Because of bad behaviour of the male football fans, the national game is male supporter free, so amid thousands of other female spectators , the girls scream and dance and celebrate their new found freedom in a scene that lifts your heart like no other could.
9/10
I'll leave you with Jill's and Dawn Rene's novelty fruit entry for the Flower Show....more please readers...
Fat Knee
Spot the fat knee
I went to work for just two hours last night.
My right knee had suddenly swollen up during the day and had become so painful that I overcame my usual shyness with medics and asked the SHO on intensive care to give it a prod for me.
" you have a fat knee" he told me
" It's bursitis and you need to rest and elevate it" he added
Not something you want to hear at the start of a 12 hour shift.
Anyhow I took myself home and as I drove up to the cottage I spied the Prof with all four dogs ( with Albert) in the lane. It had started to rain.
I told him that I had come home to rest my fat knee
And he handed me the leads....saying " The dogs need a pee"
So much for sympathy!
Anyhow I will leave you with Charlotte's Novelty Veg photo! Thank you Charlotte for overcoming the general apathy I have noticed in this year's potential competitors ! So many of you have been overfaced by Rachel's high standard logo!
I need at least 30 more photos please.....
News
1. Winnie fell in love with the visiting electrician yesterday and I think the feeling was mutual.
She adores workmen
It's a blue collar lurve.
Luckily he was used to dogs, so when she followed him up into the airing cupboard, he didn't batter an eye and when he flashed his head around the hot water tank and she jammed her head alongside his to see what he was doing, I could hear him talking to her in a sweet paternal type way.
When he left , she walked him up the garden path and blew him kisses from the gate.
2. I was caught photographing a fellow villager's face over the garden wall yesterday afternoon. He was " striking a pose" reminiscent of Madonna in a Vogue period which looked even more surreal given the fact he is 80. The farmer driving past looked rather wide eyed ....I must admit.
( The reason that I was ipad photographing my friend was the fact he has had cancer surgery on his face and because he is worried about the resulting scar tissue, I have arranged to photograph the area every few days, in order for him to check the progress of the wound)
If I die tomorrow at least The Prof will understand that just why I have a dozen close ups of my neighbours face tucked away in the ipad.
3. A nameless villager complained to me that another nameless villager was leaving their side door to the garden open all of the time.
" They are showing off" the complaint went " they only want passing people to see just how lovely their back garden is"
I didn't quite grasp the upsetting nature of it all so muttered a nondescript " oh dear!" in way of a response
From left to Right, Mrs Trellis, The Vicar and unhappy unnamed villager!
4 The number of International Novelty Veg/ fruit photo entries is worrying low at present! Mrs Trellis suggested that the quality of the first entries have paralysed the other potential exhibitors.
I told her she would need to start whittling away at a cucumber and polishing her Polaroid if more didn't come in soon!
So please! Send your novelty veg entries into email jgsheffield @hotmail.com as soon as possible please! We need to beat last year's 60 entries!
5. Affable despot Jason and wife Claire now have picket fence! I adore it as it looks sooooo 1940 American movie Studio set......I am so reminded of Starlings - The Miniver house in Mrs Miniver
I am however slightly disappointed that Jason has not painted it white as yet! All picket fences should be white!
Claire
I have written to local squire Nigel Steele- Mortimer to see if he will open this year's show, the vicar
wasn't keen last year!
Squire Mortimer
7. Mary's ear infection has returned. The Prof has allowed her to sleep with us as a result.
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