Today as I walked them , I tucked my iPad into the front of my jacket and down the front of my pants! To give anyone who is interested a stomach eye view of our walk....its a time lapse app on the iPad so it will only take a minute of your time!
Around the village in 80 seconds ( well 33 actually)
Today as I walked them , I tucked my iPad into the front of my jacket and down the front of my pants! To give anyone who is interested a stomach eye view of our walk....its a time lapse app on the iPad so it will only take a minute of your time!
Stabtown ( The Walking Dead eps 4)
Beth...at least this time she didn't sing...well not for long that is
Walking Dead Chapter
To be honest I wasn't looking forward to Beth's stand alone episode, but the story of her adventures in the creepy Atlanta hospital was a cracking hour. Beth, in series three and four did very little but sing, hold baby Judith and get drunk with Daryl, so it was a welcome change seeing her chew a bit of the zombie scenery....kick some ass and hold her own with an OCD policewoman and a rather tense set piece in a zombie filled elevator shaft.
I also think that new character Noah ( Tyler James Edwards) will be a warm and welcome character
to team Rick
Apart from the season opener, Stabtown has been the best episode to date!
Don't worry regular readers
TOMORROW WILL BE A WHIMSEY ANIMAL BASED BLOG,
Poem
When it comes to " art" I have a couple of blind spots
I have never really " got " Shakespeare and in general poetry tends to leave me all a bit cold.
When I was 16 I dropped out of o level English literature because I couldn't be arsed with studying The Tempest. CSE English Literature studied The Catcher In the Rye, which was much more my style . I was the only person in the class to get a grade 1 in the exam......
I don't think we studied poetry in CSE English, I don't recall we did.....perhaps that is the reason I have never read poetry as a rule.
Having said this , I do love listening to the odd clever and humorous piece of poetry
Like this David Sidaris dog poem
Enjoy
A former purebred Boston terrier,
Her family's wond'ring where to bury her.
I have never really " got " Shakespeare and in general poetry tends to leave me all a bit cold.
When I was 16 I dropped out of o level English literature because I couldn't be arsed with studying The Tempest. CSE English Literature studied The Catcher In the Rye, which was much more my style . I was the only person in the class to get a grade 1 in the exam......
I don't think we studied poetry in CSE English, I don't recall we did.....perhaps that is the reason I have never read poetry as a rule.
Having said this , I do love listening to the odd clever and humorous piece of poetry
Like this David Sidaris dog poem
Enjoy
A former purebred Boston terrier,
Her family's wond'ring where to bury her.
Each Saturday at half past one,
Miss shih tzu has her toenails done.
In the chair she pouts and squirms,
Not knowing that she's full of worms.
Miss shih tzu has her toenails done.
In the chair she pouts and squirms,
Not knowing that she's full of worms.
Most ev'ry evening Goldilocks
Snacks from Kitty's litter box.
Then, on command, she gives her missus
Lots of little doggie kisses.
Snacks from Kitty's litter box.
Then, on command, she gives her missus
Lots of little doggie kisses.
Hercules, a Pekinese,
Was taken in and dipped for fleas.
Insecticide got in his eyes,
Now he'll be blind until he dies.
Was taken in and dipped for fleas.
Insecticide got in his eyes,
Now he'll be blind until he dies.
The Deavers' errant pit bull, Cass,
Bit the postman on the ass.
Her lower teeth destroyed his sphincter,
Now his walk's a bit distincter.
Bit the postman on the ass.
Her lower teeth destroyed his sphincter,
Now his walk's a bit distincter.
The bitches loved the pug Orestes
Until the vet snipped off his testes.
Left with only anal glands,
He's been reduced to shaking hands.
Until the vet snipped off his testes.
Left with only anal glands,
He's been reduced to shaking hands.
Each night, old Bowser licks his balls,
Then falls asleep till nature calls.
He poops a stool, then, though it's heinous,
Bends back down and licks his anus.
Then falls asleep till nature calls.
He poops a stool, then, though it's heinous,
Bends back down and licks his anus.
Dachshund Skip from Winnipeg
Loves to hump his master's leg.
Every time he gets it up, he
Stains Bill's calf with unborn puppy.
Loves to hump his master's leg.
Every time he gets it up, he
Stains Bill's calf with unborn puppy.
A naughty Saint Bernard named Don,
Finds Polly's Kotex in the john.
He holds the blood steak in his jaws
And mourns her coming menopause.
Finds Polly's Kotex in the john.
He holds the blood steak in his jaws
And mourns her coming menopause.
'twll dyn pob sais"
Last night we went to Theatre Clwyd to watch a "local" play entitled Somewhere In England .
During the war, the BBC farmed out many of it's radio production broadcasts to the safety of the provinces. The ' city' of Bangor ( which lies just down the coast from us and which is no larger than an average town) had the responsibility of housing and dealing with a significant influx of London based variety artists.Jimmy Handley, Arthur Askey and a whole bevy of other comics and singers found themselves in the cultural backwater of the Welsh town and the play tries to capture this Welsh/ English, Urban/ rural, sexually adventurous / puritanical divide as the radio stars forge an uneasy truce with the locals.
The writer Mike James has chosen to produce a musical comedy of sorts over a straight drama, and so we have plenty of English bashing by the Welsh ( cleverly explained with written subtitles above the stage) , popular and well executed wartime songs and faithful reenactment a of popular radio shows such as Jimmy Handley's ITMA.
There is also a glimpse of how war changed the sexual behaviour and language of a significant number of the population , so the whole thing is not quite as fluffy as it at first appears.
It reminded me of a kind of adult pantomime .
Having said this, I think I would have preferred a straight drama to the comedy and one rather touching set of scenes perhaps hinted of just how powerful a straight production would have been.
I am referring to a scene where the comic Arthur Askey ( wonderfully played by Paul Barnhill) meets one of his biggest fans, a plain and simple farmer's wife, who is suffering from a severe mental disorder after the death of her husband. The comic's warmth and sympathy as he gets the matriarch to dance in her kitchen is beautifully observed and moving, and hints that the play would have been very different if it had not played for laughs.
Having said this, the laughs came thick and fast....and not just at the expense of the English characters, which was a surprise.
( the title btw refers to a common Welsh put down to the English.....it means literally
ARSEHOLES TO THE ENGLISH!)
The Memorial Hall
I love our village hall. Slightly austere and proud, it was built with money donated by a village benefactor Michael Antonio Ralli ( the Greek Consul for Liverpool no less) who lived in Mia Hall, which lies just west of Trelawnyd.
For over a hundred years it has been the centre of village life, and even today, when many in the village don't leave the security of their own houses, it still provides a stoic anchor for village activities.
The Trelawnyd Male Voice Choir practice at the hall weekly. There is a youth club, tai chi, The Friendship Group meetings, craft fairs, The Flower Show of course and school concerts.
The church holds bingo nights and community meals there, wedding and birthday parties are common and the hall is now famous on the national folk scene as a regular venue for " folk in the hall" nights ( see http://www.therecordjournal.co.uk)
I have helped prepare the funeral tea for the likes of Flower Show matron Sylvia Evans in the tiny Hall kitchen, sat at barnstorming community council meetings in the meeting room with an apoplectic Red Faced Welsh Farmer in full fury and have even run an eight week " how to look after chickens course" for beginners from the hall a few winters ago.
Today, the hall is silent and empty before the craft people arrive with their over priced goods. It smells slightly musty with vauge hints of wood and polish and still looks splendid since its facelift of a few years ago.
I like being in the hall when it's empty. I love it when we have set up the flower show exhibits and everyone breaks for lunch. It's just me and one set of footsteps on the wood floor.
Happy Days
Duh!
Middle Age
You know that you are a middle aged sad bastard
When your partner is Skype-nig his family during a Halloween family get together
And you are dabbing a bulldog's fanny with a piece of damp kitchen roll, just out of shot
Hey ho
Trick or What?
Yoda and what looked liked a very bad drag queen have just knocked on the cottage door singing out a very American " trick or treat" through the letterbox. Yoda would be around 5 years old, whilst the drag queen looked around 9. Both were accompanied by a slightly embarrassed woman dressed in a white sheet. It was she who explained that the drag queen was supposed to be Lady Ga Ga.
She looked a bit harassed
I didn't tell her that lady GaGa looked more like a plump and very badly dressed mini Cher,
It would have been too cruel
I gave both girls a handful of egg money from the jar in the kitchen and asked them why wasn't they tricking after dark.
" we're off to Pizza Hut " Yoda told me " with a load of witches"
" you can have a wine there" I said to the Mum in the sheet
" I may have three" she said with a sigh
I'll leave you with a photo of a Marilyn Monroe bulldog
Apparently it is all the craze to dress your animals up for Halloween
God help us!
She looked a bit harassed
I didn't tell her that lady GaGa looked more like a plump and very badly dressed mini Cher,
It would have been too cruel
I gave both girls a handful of egg money from the jar in the kitchen and asked them why wasn't they tricking after dark.
" we're off to Pizza Hut " Yoda told me " with a load of witches"
" you can have a wine there" I said to the Mum in the sheet
" I may have three" she said with a sigh
I'll leave you with a photo of a Marilyn Monroe bulldog
Apparently it is all the craze to dress your animals up for Halloween
God help us!
Hershel The Vet
We returned from the vets around 7.30pm. Chris was A little bit non plussed because the belly pork I was cooking for supper had been fucked up because of the unplanned visit, and Albert was fucked off because the vet stuck a large needle into his paw to retrieve a large thorn!
In the seven years he's been with us, it's the very first time I have ever seen the usually sweet natured cat spit at anyone.
I have met the George Clooney Vet, the Russell Crowe vet and the Irish Coleen " potty mouth" vet so far, so I was pleasantly surprised to see that the senior " Hershel" vet was on duty tonight.
A pleasant old chap with a easy manner , I was reassured to see that Hershel clearly loved his patients.
There was nothing pedestrian about him, and he was all smiles .....it was reassuring that the smiles were aimed at Albert and not Chris and I.....
He was my sort of vet
And an hour later we were back at home bickering over cooked and cold pork!
As we bickered I opened the cat carrier and Winnie strode heavily forward and stuck her entire head into it.
Of all the dogs strangely enough, it is the selfish and demanding bulldog which has forged the closest bond with this skinny wide eyed little cat.
In Winnie's mind, her pack was complete again
And she was content.as she took in big gulps of Albert smell....
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