Men Talking Shit

 No, I’m not talking about the election, though the recent betting Scandal gives you as much confidence as a fart in a spacesuit.

I’m talking about geeky men and their conversations .

I’ve just had an hours worth and as L’Oreal so eloquently put

It WAS worth it.

Now some faghags will understand this phenomenon, as will the spouses of men ( and women) who frequent comic cons, but some people ( mostly men) love to talk shit with other men.

It’s a serious pastime.

I have three male friends I can do this with. Nigel is the friend of choice today and apart from the usual work talk, we galloped around subjects Such as the film The Stars Look Down, serial Killers, minor female characters in Star Trek. How bad Marlon Brando was, in Apocalypse Now and paraplegics we have known .

We had a lovely video chat at my kitchen table

The sun is fierce today and the sky is very blue. It feels like a holiday abroad.

Janet is gardening, it’s nice to hear someone beavering away in the garden.

The cottage feels alive, especially with Roger watching every move she’s making from his vantage point in the window.

I’m on night shift tonight

And  I wonder who I am on nights with? 

Night shifts are another strange place for talking shite! 

Beach

 We went to Colwyn Bay beach first thing and shared a sausage bap at Parisellas 

Roger got over excited which is his want,  running at anyone in reach with a determined I love you look upon his face.

It wears thin after a while.

We walked down the Promenade to Porth Eirias which was nose-to-nipple with jet ski enthusiasts. It was all butch types stripped bare to the middle, wet suits a flapping.

Nice to look at but a little bland I thought.

The village has been titivated by the go green group. The exotic sounding Malinka Le Vey has filled tubs and planters with flowers by the bus stops and some other kind soul has titivated the bed near to the Church which still displays delicate yellow Welsh poppies who brave the elements so well.

The community orchard has been strimmed. 

I have a long list of requests for Flower Show Flyers and hope to get the first delivered tonight 

In the meantime I’m eating lunch before I’m sorry I haven’t a clue 

Then I’ll make up my other kitchen chair

Which I did in record time. 

I showered the dogs using baby shampoo, then spent almost 45 minutes deep cleaning the shower, before washing the towels used and hanging them on the garden wall. 

Animal Helper Pat called around for a flower show booklet and it was nice to chat and gossip with her in the evening sun of the lane 

Roger climbed onto the table soon after this photo and smashed the milk jug

The slap Mildred Pierce

Mildred Pierce has always had a gay following. It’s Joan Crawford beating flour stew thickener without even looking as she argued with her husband, it’s Joan Crawford learning to be be a waitress ( and a good one) in a frantic bed tempered restaurant, and it’s Joan Crawford listening to Eve Arden’s sassy manager before getting her eyelashes slapped off her head by the most odious of movie daughters.

It’s a life as improbable as Crawford ‘s shoulder pads that’s why the gays love it so much.

It was worth going to see a restored version at the Picturehouse this lunchtime.

I wasn’t the only gay in the audience 

IKEA

 I will leave you with this little village video. I’m out for the day

IKEA is fun especially when you find the meatballs 

I went for a duvet set and came back with ( are you ready?)

2 kitchen chairs,

A selection of chopsticks, 

A tablecloth and napkins

A vase

A tea pot, 

Sushi knives, 

Plates,

Kitchen hooks in the shape of dogs’ tails 

A rainbow doormat

And a toy dinosaur

Summer

Will from Byron Street came around this morning to repair the roof slates moved by storm isha. Older than me, I was impressed by just how quickly he got up that ladder. 

Like a rat up a drainpipe.

It’s almost oppressively warm here, with hazy sunshine lifting the day.

I’m seeing clients this afternoon and have lots to do at home.

Summer may finally be here

Today’s video is of the surprise speech from Princess’s  Leonor and Infanta to celebrate the first decade of their parents accession to the throne. 

King Filepe’s face is a picture 

 

The Goat

 

My adopted nephew Leo is visiting me next week 

I haven’t seen him for a year or so

I’m so glad he’s coming up to see me 

I’ve been booking stuff for us to do, which is easy has he is a total film geek like me so we are going to see A Quiet Place Day One with the glorious Lupita Nyong’o as well as the Theatre Clwyd production of Rope 

I’ve also booked us and my family for a meal in The Goat which is a new eatery in Llandudno ( a homage to the Kashmiri Goats living on the Orme) and we have plenty of time to fill in with other movies he wants to see.

Mary is ten years old this month too so it will be nice for Leo to meet with her for the first time, she’s an old gal now. When he was a little boy he visited and bonded with old George so I suspect him and Roger as well as Mary  will become firm mates too

 

Leo and George on my field 

Many years ago 

Quandary

 I’ve found myself at a V in my road today.

Something quite profound happened today but in a small way as it often does, and I’ve had to choose how I cope with it.

The choice ( and I’m not apologising for how vague I am being) is between lying to myself or facing the music with a nod and a word of thanks.

I’ve chosen the latter, without excuses and bullshit.

I am flawed like we all are.

Now this sounds all very mysterious 

It isn’t really, I’m just protecting myself from embarrassment, so the full story remains where it is.

Dealing with a proper embarrassment is a life long trauma for me. 

It has the ability to crucify 

And stems from a childhood where a mother salved her own embarrassment by picking of those exhibited by her children. 

Teeth and wounds 

Wounds and teeth.

I’m sad , I can’t be frivolous today.

I’ve made the girls I work with laugh tonight as I normally do

But it has been a serious day all told.

I will leave you with this silly video, don’t be too irritated Andrew xx

Non Nobis Domine. Orquesta Metropolitana y Coro Talía

The lisping choir completing one of my favourite pieces of music, this time during distancing restrictions , a hard job indeed if you have ever been part of a tight knit choir, and are used to having your fellow harmonisers at elbow distance.

I’m sorry for the quality of Going Gently recently. It feels somewhat disjointed and variable in content ( which it is anyhow to be fair), I think it’s reflecting a slightly misaligned, not too joined up thinking which is me at the moment. 

I’m in a neither fish nor fowl frame of mind. 

Still a student not yet a counsellor,

But with clients of my own 

A part time hospice nurse, just outside the loop,

I’ve had a couple of dates over the past few months, both perfectly nice individuals, all told , but not for me and I’ve decided that being a spinster ( and I like using that epithet , before you open your cakehole troll) is the way forward.

I’ve thought this before

Now I’m embracing the concept.

The Hospice is due to close for a month for some refurbishment in August and a month away will do me some good to re group and redefine