Thursday, November 27, 2008

Car mystery solved !

When I pulled this shot out of the album to scan it, imagine my suprise when I saw on the back in my inimitable schoolboy scrawl "Drake Boys House Spring ' 59 Doc's Wolseley!!!! Sorry to have burdened you with all the anguish caused by the original post. One final thought, is it the same car ?

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

More IT support

I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Eric, the 11 year old next door,whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over. Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong?

He replied, 'It was an ID ten T error.'

I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, 'An ID ten T error? What's that? In case I need to fix it again.'

Eric grinned. 'Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?'

'No,' I replied.

'Write it down,' he said, 'and I think you'll figure it out.'

So I wrote down: I D 1 0 T

I used to like that little shit, Eric.

Charlie at 8 weeks..

Thought you might like to see the latest pic of the princess in France. Sorry the pic is so small, dont know what happened there. I think this will be one of those photos that Charlie will be hiding when she becomes a teenager!!

Womans's Creed..

Woman's Creed Live your life in such a way that When your feet hit the floor in the morning, Satan shudders & says... 'Oh shit...she's awake!!'
I know I sent this to some of you, but a certain someone who shall be nameless (and one of those people that received it, said I should post it on the blog!!! Honest!!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Holidays are coming



Makes me feel Christmassy when this comes on.. or whatver version is around this year - re Paul's earlier comment about Slade!

Monday, November 24, 2008

A Summer's day on the Fliegerdeich

A summer's day on the Fliegerdeich 50 years ago; note the cricket practice going on in the nets on the extreme right. I can just hear " Summertime Blues" by Eddie Cochran wafting out of one of the windows.Someone has their radio tuned to AFN Bremerhaven.......Can it really be 50 years ago ?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

JUST A DOWNDATE

BETTER NOT COME OUT HERE
ABOUT 3KMS IN BIG CITY BRIGHT LIGHTS.

BACK END TRAILING GEAR.


I MILE SURFACE CHECK POINT
OR THE ROOF LEAKS.


IN YAH GO RETURN TICKET VALID FOR ?? YEARS.

Tough week,it is alot more physically demanding job than
it may appear at least from a survey standpoint.We are allways
a low priority until something goes wrong.Whine,whine.Get back
home to an outside tap running,foot or more of snow .++++

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Another old country Victory

Well all you sport fans especially the footie types.
Quiz_Which club provided the most players for the National teams victory Last evening?
Clue :-the club is in the Deep South.
This same club takes on the Yorkie Tigers this week.There will be nowt in way of Yorkie tea for the half time beverage this Saturday ??

Norman /Paul ,Show your colours before kick off.None of this alternative stuff, Spurs and or Boro' boys
Cheers

Monday, November 17, 2008

I'll get you, Butler!!!


Actor Reg Varney, who starred in the 1970s television comedy "On The Buses," died on Sunday at the age of 92, the BBC reported.
He died after a short illness at a nursing home in Devon.
His daughter Jeanne Marley said her father had passed away peacefully.
Varney was born in east London and played piano at working men's clubs before serving in the Royal Engineers during World War Two, where he was also an army entertainer.
His first television appearances were in the BBC comedy show "The Rag Trade" in 1961.
He was best known for his role as driver Stan Butler in "On The Buses," a popular ITV series first broadcast in 1969 and which spawned three spin-off movies.

G'day from LA

Cheers, everyone. I'm not travelling to the desert - unless you count Los Angeles. I'm about to take in some Gin at the Hotel bar. I've spent the last week in Philadelphia (G'day again, Bob), St Louis, and now Los Angeles. The fires tend to keep you off the freeways - they can turn into 6-lane parking lots that stretch for miles. Seattle next - if its not under water.
My first time at playing tourist in LA - and I end up driving into the start of the fires east of the city.
The south of LA remained relatively clear. this is the view east beyond Anaheim where the fires took hold.
And the view of Huntington Beach pier at "Surf City USA" before the smoke rolled in.
I'm only here on business.
I'm working.
Honest...

Friday, November 14, 2008

Also not a picture - but there's hope, people!

Just how good is your eyesight



slightly macho - but heh I do live in the south of France

No piccies, I'm afraid......

Just a little snippet that amused me:

Use humour if you're talking to someone poorer than you; use satire if you're talking to someone richer than you and if you're talking to both...and taking your clothes off....use burlesque.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Is it true what they say about scousers??

An Australian, an Irishman and a Scouser are in a bar. They're staring at
another man sitting on his own at a table in the corner. He's so familiar, and
not recognising him is driving them mad. They stare and stare, until Suddenly
the Irishman twigs: 'My God, it's Jesus!' Sure enough, it is Jesus, nursing a
pint. Thrilled, they send him over a pint of Guinness, a pint of
Fosters and a
pint of bitter. Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men,
and drinks the pints slowly, one after another. After he's finished the
drinks, Jesus approaches the trio. He reaches for the hand of the Irishman
and shakes it, thanking him for the Guinness. When he lets go, the Irishman
gives a cry of amazement: 'My God! The arthritis I've had for 30 years is
gone. It's a miracle!' Jesus then shakes the Aussie's hand, thanking him for
the lager.
As he lets go, the man's eyes widen in shock. 'Strewth mate, the bad back
I've had all my life is completely gone! It's a miracle.' Jesus then
approaches the Scouser who says, 'Back off, mate, I'm on disability benefit!'

How to Wash a toilet

This was simply too much of a time
Saver not to share it with you

1. Put both lids of the
Toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet
Shampoo to the water in the bowl.

2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while
You carry him towards the bathroom.

3. In one smooth movement, put the cat
In the toilet and close the lid. You may
need to stand on the Lid.

4. The cat will self agitate and make
Ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the
Toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.

5. Flush the toilet three or four
Times. This provides a 'power-wash' and rinse'.

6. Have someone open the front door of
Your home. Be sure that there are no people between
the bathroom and the front door.

7. Stand behind the toilet as far as
You can, and quickly lift the lid.

8. The cat will rocket out of the
Toilet, streak through the bathroom
and run outside where he will dry himself off.




9. Both the commode and the cat will be
Sparkling clean.




Sincerely,

The Dog

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Humour......or not?

So, yesterday I was walking Izzy, our recently acquired mutt. Feeding the resident goose at our local pond was a neighbour and her two granddaughters. They immediately made a fuss of Izzy who is up for as much of that as anyone's prepared to dish out. The kids announced that they had pets, too - pygmy rabbits and turtles - and that they'd had to drive for HOURS to get to the pygmy rabbit breeders. I suggested they should be careful their turtles and rabbits didn't inter-breed.....because they'd likely finish up with a brood of rattles.......and WOOOOOOSH! Right over all their heads.....even grandma......who just looked at me as if I had a big hairy mole on the end of my nose!

Uncle Archie - the ideal way to go...

This is a picture of Howards Uncle Archie taken on his 99th birthday this past spring. Why am I posting this when it has nothing to do with PRS? Well, he was a unique man, one that we should all wish to age like. On Sunday past, he died at home surrounded by his family. Sad? Yes, but he was healthy to the end, had his full mental faculties and was a joy to spend time with. All of his family except one daughter were with him getting ready to enjoy a family meal on Sunday evening, the food was on the table and they had just all sat down, when he just suddenly put his head back and was gone. A shock to the family but who would wish anything else for him. Lived life well, lived on his own in his own home, and enjoyed it to the end. I feel very lucky to have known him and enjoyed visits with him. Thanks for listening.

Friday, November 07, 2008

To all for whom one Christmas warning is not enough..

When we first arrived in USA, my wife Jenny was very homesick for the Old Country. As our first Christmas in Houston approached, she expressed a wish – in what was, to us, unseasonably hot weather – to attend a Christmas carol concert. She was feeling nostalgic for the midnight carol services she had enjoyed in UK as a child. The John Wesley United Methodist Church (none of us ever established why or indeed with whom Mr. Wesley needed uniting) posted signs announcing ‘The Singing Christmas Tree’, a service of prayer and Christmas music. Jenny signed us up, our three kids included.

It’s worth a mention here that our eldest daughter Kate and I both have the ability to view events in cartoon form. This is often a blessing and a great reliever of tedium but sometimes it gets us both into trouble.

On the appointed day we all filed into the sanctuary – some of us more reluctantly than others. To my horror, there was a huge, pyramid shaped pile of green at the front of the sanctuary stretching right up to the ceiling – probably 35 to 40 feet high. Someone had spent many hours constructing a great, triangular scaffold to which to append many, many sprigs of fir branch and create the illusion of a massive Christmas tree. There were oversized Christmas tree decorations and, curiously, at various points right up to the crowning angel on the top, there were square holes in the greenery. Undoubtedly a tremendous amount of work had been expended on this creation. It was most certainly striking but somehow managed to fall short of being decorative. I began to feel a smile coming on.

The sanctuary was filling and, to Jenny’s amusement, ladies were arriving in all their winter finery – fur coats, boots, hats and the men had their woolly and fleecy body-part warmers – despite the outside temperature of around 24 degrees C (75 Degrees F). “Well”, I hear you say, “It was WINTER!”

Where King Henry VII’s Reformation of the Church in UK had included removing any excess decoration and overt expression of wealth from Churches, Houston’s finest were doing a grand job of redressing the balance. My smile was broadening.

Looking about me, I saw a large A-frame ladder structure at the back of the sanctuary. Atop this was a person with a spot-light which was suspended from the ceiling. The pews were by now pretty full and the outside doors were closed. The lights dimmed and, from small doors on either side behind us, into the gloom came two lines of people clad in jeans and waist-coats, bearing candles and singing. They made their way down to the front and disappeared behind Big Green. Then, to my astonishment, heads began to appear in the various holes in the foliage. Evidently there were stairs and platforms concealed behind Big Green. It was at about this time that Kate and I traded in our smiles for giggles.

To say that the Christmas music was obscure would be an under-statement. None of us had heard any of the tunes before and even when the words were familiar, the music was not. Our ability to ‘belt it out’ – normally for us an enjoyable feature of such services - was therefore rather hampered…..leaving further opportunity for idle thought!

Our well elevated hero with the spot-light had a purpose. This was to direct the spot-light beam at the hole in the foliage in which the face of whichever person was singing a solo could be found. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t find any of them at the first attempt. The beam would suddenly stab across the sanctuary, illuminating someone who was not singing. This person would first register shock and disbelief, then shake his or her head and point none too surreptitiously at the current singer, somewhere else amongst the greenery. The beam would traverse in the general direction indicated and circle in on the soloist – right about the time he or she finished singing. You may believe Kate and I were by now well beyond the giggling stage, we were helpless………and Jenny was furious. “This is a Church” She intoned, “How can you behave like that?” Well, of course, that solved the problem immediately……………….didn’t it?

We managed to recover some composure just before the guest preacher - from a local Baptist Church – was introduced. A tall, grey haired and rather distinguished looking gentleman in a grey suit made his way up into the pulpit to the right of Big Green. Without acknowledging the congregation, he turned to his left and, now facing the side wall, opened his mouth and began his delivery. I have not the remotest idea what he said. None of it made any sense. He could have been speaking Swahili for all I knew – extremely loudly! His impassioned sermon was accompanied by much violent body movement and emphatic gesticulation as he berated the bricks and mortar – but it was utter rubbish. No two consecutive words seemed to have any connection – and the entire thing was shouted at a completely unresponsive sanctuary wall. Kate and I could hardly breathe. We had tears streaming down our faces. To make matters worse, people around us wore expressions of piety, devotion and humility. Some were even nodding their heads, apparently in concurrence with this insane outpouring. There were even some ‘Amens’.

Why, God, was it only Kate and I who thought this was funny and who had lost all semblance of control – and in a Church?

Jenny was beside herself. Maintaining great composure and with devastating authority, between clenched teeth she ordered us both outside. Like errant children, we meekly rose and trying desperately to control our shaking, we slunk out of the sanctuary. We made it to the curb outside and sat down, howling with completely uncontrollable laughter and there we sat until the congregation filed out some time later. Jen was still – justifiably I may say – rather less than pleased with our behaviour but at least by now was able to see the funny side and smile.

That was the only festival of Christmas carols we have attended in all the years we’ve been in USA. Clearly, Jen’s home-sickness was cured by divine intervention.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

A warning as Christmas approaches......

Cowboys and Indians was a major diversion when I was about seven or eight years old. I remember passing the toy shop and coveting the Wyatt Earp Buntline Special that languished in its holster close to the window. For weeks I saved from my pocket money and eventually had the seven shillings and sixpence necessary to own it. I had arrived. My fellow cowboys were green with envy and the opposing Indians positively cowered at the sight of this, the ultimate toy handgun with a real spinning chamber.

A pacifist by nature (unless, that is, she is ticked off with me), my wife Jenny had never encouraged our son David to play with toy guns. Most certainly, she had never bought him one. I don’t believe David felt deprived because he was as happy as Larry playing with Lego and had almost a roomful of the stuff. I’m sure he’d never even noticed. Had he, he was more than capable of creating a dam-busting-super-alien-annihilator using his Lego.

Then, along came Christmas 1983. David was seven. It has long been our custom to let our kids select one gift from beneath the Christmas tree and take it upstairs when they went to bed. They would then have it there to open in the morning. This was a dastardly ploy on the part of Jen and I who both hoped that playing with whatever it was would buy us extra sleep. David selected a rather large parcel which had arrived for him from a doting relative. We had no idea what it contained.

We eventually managed to get our progeny to bed and asleep and were then able to fill their Christmas stockings with assorted goodies and leave them to be found in the kids’ bedrooms – again in the hope this would give us extra ‘z’ time.

Morning came. We awoke. There were happy noises coming from the other bedrooms so, clearly, the kids were awake. Nobody had disturbed us and we had slept well. It is my habit to make tea for everyone first thing in the day but, on this day we had a very full schedule – Father Christmas was coming and we had several people coming both to see him and to have dinner. As bathroom time was likely to be at something of a premium later, I elected to perform my morning ablutions before making tea.

I entered the bathroom and peeled of my Pajamas preparatory to entering the shower. Naked as a jaybird and with my back to the door, I was standing at the toilet peeing. Suddenly, an horrendous and extremely loud, unidentifiable noise emanated from immediately behind me. In sheer terror, every muscle in my body contracted and I leaned over backwards, emitting a short and equally loud shriek and, at the same time, directing a stream of pee right up the wall and back down again.

David’s large present, it transpired, was a Mega-interplanetary-stellar-volcano-blaster or some such. About the size of a Titan rocket and equipped with lights and an arsenal of extremely loud noises, it claimed to enable David (who struggled with the sheer size of the thing) to bring aliens in the furthest reaches of the universe to their knees……………..and, apparently, his Father!

For some inexplicable reason, this weapon of man’s destruction didn’t make it through Christmas.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

The Halloween Black Cat!!

After all the trick or treaters had gone last Friday, this handsome chappie turned up and was about to make him/herself at home. We had never seen it before and have never seen it since. Strange or what?

A walk on the Confederation Trail..

Look at this brave little fellow, making his way across the trail, we saw a lot of them back in the summer, but thought they would all be in their next stage by now.
A view down the trail, it was lovely that day, about 2 weeks ago.

A pond full of black ducks, most of them asleep.


One of the few trees with red leaves, mostly golds this year.




Part of the waterfront and marina. The floating docks all put away and only a couple of fishing boats left in the water at the other wharf. Since these pics, we have had about 3" of snow, but it has all gone now. First pics with the new camera!



For those who missed it at weekend

See if you can spot the moment they realise they are celebrating too early....

Sunday, November 02, 2008

...and here's another one!...


Lookee here...

IT IS SNOWING TODAY IN PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND!!!!!!! Wont last long though, supposed to go up to 13c during the week.

Kick-off time in Melbourne.

OZ vs England just kicked off. And a Rugby League Ref dressed in pink!
I'm waving both flags - but I'll go for the green & gold....
And as I type, OZ gets a try after 6 minutes. :)