Going Gently

Bake Off

Marie fucked up her French Arlette biscuits

With our guest winging his way back to the big city, And with the rain lashing down here in Trelawnyd, I have just had the opportunity to catch up with The Great British Bake Off.
The sixth series remains good fun and the secret to that , I think, is that the majority of contestants seem rather nice, well rounded people.
Of course, some of that comes from the fact that baking is basically an altruistic pursuit . Feeding people IS sociable and giving, although I am sure there is always an element of showing off present with the flashier classes.
This week it was the Scottish Granny Marie that got kicked out after a pretty bland show of her biscuits. Junior Doctor Tamal's innuendos about wet pastry elicited a " ooohhh arrrrrrh" moment and Sue Perkins broke poor Nadiya's box top whilst Mary Berry showed a set of thin lips when Dorrit brought out a frog shaped biscuit cutter!

Sue fucked up Nadiya's box

" Bake Off" is a safe pair of hands on tv. It's sweet natured, ever slightly bland, and despite accusations of positive discrimination towards certain minorities , it is a showcase for talented amateurs to share a bit of skill.......
And skill is so often missing from modern day tv.

The New Girlfriend

Claire had a best friend called Laura who she had lesbian feelings for
Laura married David and had a baby.
Then Laura died of cancer.
Claire supports David and finds out that he likes cross dressing.
He dresses in Laura's clothes .
Claire is married to Gilles.
Claire secretly meets David and supports his fetish.
David falls for Claire
Claire falls for David ( but only in drag.....when he is Virginia and looks remarkably like Laura)
Claire tells Gilles David is gay
Virginia and Claire almost have sex but he has a penis ( which we see in full glory) so she says she cannot go through with it.
Virginia is knocked down by a car and goes into a coma
Claire dresses the unconscious David in Laura's clothes and he wakes up
Claire , gets together with David ( sorry Virginia )
The end

What a load of shit

Visitors

Nigel wouldn't pose for a selfie

We have been graced by a surprise visit by old friend Nigel , who is big on walking everywhere.. This morning we walked down the hills to Prestatyn with my knees cracking and my arse farting at every step of the 1 in 4 hillside footpath.

Tonight we are off to see some French film at Theatre Clwyd. The Prof has got some work to,do at home which is a shame...so we've bought him a nice chocolate pudding from Marks in way of a small compensation

Not A Bad Place To Be.

I was in the middle of doing my Nanette Newman bit,arranging buddleia flowers in the window yesterday morning, when a villager out with his dog called over with the somewhat enigmatic comment
" I see Pippa's now got a herd of alpacas"
Now Pippa is Trelawnyd's version of Lynda Snell from The Archers who lives in the old Rectory which is the biggest house in the village. My field is seperated from her glebe field by the new graveyard, so still in my slippers I climbed over the Church wall and walked through the Churchyard to have a look.

You have to look very close to see them

They seem so incredibly shy

It was difficult to see much in the long grass, but sitting quiety in the sun, I could just make out three slender heads and necks , three sets of fluffy ears and three pairs of eyes watching me carefully from the glebe.
An old man, I didn't recognise was sat on one of the churchyard benches and he called over " Are they llamas?"
" I think they are alpacas" I told him, even though I wasn't exactly sure.
I had started to shuffle back in my slippers when the man started to chat idly, like people do in warm sunshine
He commented about the warm weather, he complemented how neat and tidy the graveyard was and he complained that the Church wasn't left open as the ones in Gweanysgor and Llanasa always seem to do . " When it's wet, I would like to sit in the Church when I Come" he said.
I sat down for a while, tucking my slippers out of sight underneath the bench and we chatted for a while. I didn't ask his name and he didn't ask mine.
After a slight lull in the conversation,and as I was just about to leave , the man piped up
" It was sad do about that ballet dancer being killed in London"
I agreed and told him that I had seen Jonathon Ollivier dance at Sadler's Wells a while back in Swan Lake

" I wonder where he will be buried? " the old guy mused, and added
" My wife is buried here"
I nodded and he sighed
" It's not a bad place to be ........" He pointed to the riding stables beyond the fence " Horses on one side, chickens and geese on the other ( he was referring to my field) and now alpacas over here....my wife loved animals "
I stopped to look at the view by the rows of neat graves , graves holding quite a few of the villagers I had gotten to know over our decade and told the man that I would like to be buried here, even though, I thought The Prof and I could by then be anywhere else in the Uk....
" It's not a bad place to be " I agreed

1970s Art

This is my favourite movie poster of all time

I had the original on my wall all throughout my childhood

Love the fact that a fan has given the " dead" a 1970s twist

Back To Normal

I was late to fat club today. It's the farm traffic on the roads. Everything seems on a go slow.
Before I jumped on the scales, I tried to cover myself by telling Marjorie Dawes that I have just been on holiday in Broadstairs!
" one pound on!" Marjorie announced loudly
" Is that all ?" I exclaimed " I can't believe that!"
" Well it's true" Marjorie replied ..and she seemed rather morose " I put on eleven and a half pounds when I went on holiday"
I felt like saying " Where did you go on holiday...Willie Wonka's Chocolate Factory? " but I didn't
But it would have been very funny if I had.
Having said that, I have just chomped my way through a box of celebrations
- a thank you from old Lynwen Hughes for her son winning the best ornamental garden cup! I keep telling her I cannot influence the judging and that he won on merit.....but she insisted

http://whiteonricecouple.com/recipes/zucchini-soft-taco-shells/

In an effort to be healthier , I have just made these odd looking but bloody lovely courgette tortillas for tea.......having said this, I did notice that I had hidden the celebrations wrappers in the gaudy welsh jug on the kitchen table!
WHERE DO YOU HIDE YOUR CHOC WRAPPERS?

I'll leave you with photos of William and Winnie sporting their new bandannas

Stalker

I should have known better than to slag off an affable despot's shit novelty vegetable on a public forum
Hell hath no fury than a despot scorned
Yesterday afternoon, when I had just got into bed I checked facebook to see if there was any feedback about the show and I was greeted with this photo and comment