Gazumped

Taking place just a short while before our proposed " free" tea party will be a Church organised " tea dance" in the village hall. This more or less scuppers what we, the old Flower Show Committee, had planned as our thank you to the village...best laid plans and all that
I need to discuss it further of course and the " last supper meal" of the committee will obviously still take place on the evening of the tea party as it sort of signifies a sort of swan song to me as retiring Show secretary, but I think our tea party will now be cancelled.
Btw .....I rather like the analogy of the last supper as there are twelve of us having the meal with an empty chair free for Auntie Glad .
The old Flower Show committee recently voted on where our bank account monies will be going to once the group finally disbands and I was thrilled that £1000 will be donated to the local Samaritan centre. The rest on the money will be divided between the other village groups and organisations.

Ralph, the gentleman farmer will pop in some hurdles today and has given me some tips for capturing Irene, who has recently enjoyed the company of several ponies in the livery sable's fields. He laughed at my previous group based efforts to capture her which he put down to " a right carry on"

Mrs Trellis and I had our first spat in 12 years yesterday when she disagreed with me taking the old dogs for their daily walk in the Churchyard.
I think she adheres to the maxim that says what the church says goes....
Pity their stance on gay marriage wasnt a bit more flexible me thinks!

I've been on my own for most of this week and The Prof is away again tonight, so a friend and I have been invited to what strangely has been termed a "sausage sizzle" at the home of our Samaritan director.
I'm presuming it's the Welsh version of a Wiener roast which sounds equally as bad ........a colleague said it felt like an invitation to a 1970 wife swap party.

Just wondering has anyone actually been invited to a wife swap party?
Answers on a postcard please.....

And Finally

A blog follower called Joan messaged me this photo ...
She said ( in her world kindly) that she thought if I was a dog, this is the dog I would be

Hey ho! 

Mama

This will break your heart

Beast

Jessie Buckey as Moll and Jonney Flynn as Pascal

I took myself off to theatr Clwyd last night and thankfully there were an actual film showing.
So I went to see the Film Beast -a debut slow burn thriller by British filmmaker Michael Pearce.

Set in a rather foreboding and moody Jersey we find twenty something Moll (Jessie Buckley) still living a claustrophobic life at home with her parents. Moll is the part time carer to her father who is suffering from Alzheimer's and is very much under the thumb of her mother (Geraldine James) who favours Moll's siblings in a controlled passive-aggressive kind of way.
After a disastrous birthday party Moll bumps into Pascal ( Jonney Flynn) a scruffy , uncouth poacher and petty criminal who strangely seems to understand the sadness within her  and the two embark on a relationship against the backdrop of fear and mistrust as the wider community copes with recent disappearance of murder of several Island teenage girls.

Pearce has crafted a complicated and rather clever narrative here. Very slowly we find out that Moll is not quite what she seems. Instead of just finding peace and a happiness from her icy family home within her new, rather sweet relationship, Moll's past (a moment of teenage violence) is uncovered and revisited and the story then descends into a much darker piece indeed.

As Pascal becomes one of the suspects in the local murders the couple's pasts come to haunt them both and what started as a haunting love story evolves into who is the real baddie here?  kind of thriller.

Buckley carries the film quite magnificently. With her delicate looks, and doe eyed expression that can morph from Victim to " villain" in a heartbeat , she captures perfectly, the ambiguous backstory within Moll and she dominates the film in a powerhouse performance.

It's a dark, moody piece, beautifully shot in an oppressive Jersey most would not recognise .

8/10

Wild Flowers

Winnie lay in full sun as I was collecting wild flowers .
There was shade in the garden but she just could not be arsed moving
Subsequently she overheated and became a little unresponsive and panting as old bulldogs can do.
I lifted all 26 kilos of her and lay her nippledown on the cold concrete of the back patio then doused her with cold water.
20 minutes later she had strength enough to eat a cold cocktail sausage 

A Blog Conversation

I was going to do a film review tonight but after washing my face, donning one of my neat birthday shirts and driving to Theatre Clwyd 
I found out that I'd got the date wrong and the place was silent except for a noisy kids production set up in a big inflatable globe!
I came home again and put on my pyjama bottoms
Hey ho

This is a subsequent blog conversation between three friends

John Gray5 June 2018 at 21:57

I once fell asleep on a bus with a mini pork pie in my mouth 

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1. 
   Rachel Phillips5 June 2018 at 22:05

   If I'd been there I might have drawn a sketch of you. I have a sketch of a man asleep with his mouth open and a woman stuffing her face on a train. 
2. 
   Tom Stephenson5 June 2018 at 22:08

   I fell asleep whilst shagging once. The relationship didn't last very long.
3. 
   Rachel Phillips5 June 2018 at 22:10

   I read a book at the same time once. That one didn't last long either.

Arsehole

I was too busy listening to this piece of music yesterday and almost got knocked off my feet by a woman riding her bike down Lower Bridge Street in Chester .
She called me an arsehole
( well I lip read that she called me an arsehole)
Arsehole is a great put down
Especially when uttered in an English accent
Arrrrrssssssseeeeeee.............hoooooooollllllll

By The River Dee

I am sat by the River Dee in Chester.  It' a glorious afternoon. In half an hour I shall meet up with an old friend. He has organised a detour on his way home to Manchester to meet me.
Recently my old friends have been a godsend. You touch base with them and years of love and friendship and mutual support rekindle and all becomes right in the world even though it isn' t really alright at all.
I'm lucky. I have a lot of friends
Human bubblewrap