Bee Watching
Some dogs hate other dogs,
Others hate people,
More often than not postmen, cats and the odd rodent are disliked too
But with our William,
There is just one object of his wrath.....
now the ribus has started to flower in the back garden.
And he will stand like this for what seems like hours
Watching the flowers for signs of bees
William hates bees
With a vengeance
Finale
Ok just a few hours to go
And I am pulling my hair out
Will carol, Judith and daryl survive?
Bloody hell
Priscilla Queen of Llandudno
In 1994 Priscilla Queen Of The Desert became a camp, flagship in gay movie history. Famous for its outrageous outfits,stunning visuals, snappy tunes and a stunning performance by Terence Stamp "doing" Veronica Lake with a potty mouth, the film became a vital milestone in gay culture
And so it was with a slightly heavy heart that I went to see the touring production of Priscilla last night over in Llandudno. I had several reservations about going.
1. The production started at 5 pm! Hardly a time to let your hair down with gay abandon
2. The audience's average age must have been around 75 with two old duffers in front of me looking as though they were on portable oxygen!
3 Touring productions are well known to be scaled down and potentially lacklustre versions of the original.
Well I need not have worried, for it was all cracking mindless fun. Ok the lead Mitzi ( Jason Donovan) WAS pretty dismal ( he was out sung and out performed by a delightful seven year old boy on stage!) but the rest of the cast were a delight to watch as they belted out their disco hits whilst decked out in a whole collection of glittering hot pants and feather boas.
The old bloke on his oxygen must have given himself an extra squirt of his O2 by the end for he was up and clapping and waving with the best of them as the elderly and normally slightly staid population of North Wales took a group of multicoloured drag queens to their hearts
PS.EIRLYS....READ YESTERDAY's POST......AND BUY A HAT!
Betrothed
I didn't know until last week that gay marriage was "legal" in the UK from midnight tonight.
I didn't know that the word fiancée only referred to the bride-to-be and not the groom!
(I only learnt this one out at 6.00am this morning after Chris was bellowing
" there's a sloppy turd on the living room carpet!"
and I answered with a rather pathetic
" what a charming thing to shout at your fiancée so early in a morning "
Funny what you find out when you look for it.
For a couple that have been blundering through their second decade together, getting "hitched" was always on the cards at some stage in our lives. .I just had to come to the conclusion that it was up to me to "organise"
Everyone has their own roles in a relationship
and I am the "organiser" at home
I am bred for the role as I love making out lists.
So the date and venue for the ceremony with close friends and family has been booked.
(It will a long awaited delight for both our families to get together at one time) and my sisters and sister in law have been squealing a great deal about hat wearing and will be conscripted to help organise some of a bigger bash in the village on the following day.
A gay civil marriage party in the Memorial Hall eh?
That wil be a first for Trelawnyd!
Anyhow dear readers, you won't hear too much about the nuptuals for a while. All the fine tuning bits need tweaking, overtime shifts need booking and winifred needs a drastic bout at weightwatchers before she can fit into that bridesmaid dress I bought for her last year, Suffice to say, the day has been set!
And do you know what?
Despite the vagaries of living with a man who bellows about stools on the living room carpet at some ungodly hour in the morning.
Getting Married is the perfectly right thing to do!
I would never have contemplated it with anyone else
The Flower Show Shuffle
Last night we had an emergency meeting in Auntie Glad's kitchen.
Emergency scones had been baked for the occasion.
The treasurer position was filled easily enough, but as I suspected no one wanted the much harder and time consuming role of secretary. Sylvia's size 10 sling backs are big shoes to fill.
Anyhow, the upshot of the meeting is that I will now take on the secretary's role, and I have five bags of " Flower Show" paperwork on the lounge floor to prove it.
42 years of tradition in five bags.
The committee agreed that we would purchase a quality silver trophy as one of the new prizes and it will be named The Sylvia Evans Memorial Cup. We also agreed that we would fund two new benches for the village green. The old ones have been rotting away for a while.
In my first job as Secretary, I have emailed the community council with the offer.
The meeting , finished as it always has done, with half the committee washing up the tea cups and the other half returning auntie Glad's old wooden chairs to the front room.
As always I thanked Gladys for her hospitality
And as always she replied with the same phrase
" don't thank me....thank The Lord"
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