Thursday, November 27, 2008

Y at BJ - Me at EPS this evening

Picture 1 shows our intrepid WoW-ers about to 'hit' Bakewell yesterday and apparently Bakewell was completely unmoved by the experience. And, rumour has it, so were our WoW-ers !

The bright sunny morning didn't last long after this which, my EXIF data tells me, was 11.07am. I don't think they actually got wet, but the interesting light vanished.

Obviously Picture 2 was a bit of luck. Even I don't sit there waiting for such a scene to appear and then be quick enough to click, just at the 'decisive moment' as Cartier-Bresson used to call it. Please click here.

Photographer of genius he undoubtedly was but often, I suspect, he got lucky. Albeit after much spadework and making sure he was 'in the right place at the right time'.

Suitably witty titles for my '2 gulls snap' would be gratefully received !

But comments about my 'gullibility' will not be welcome.

This morning we went shopping on the way to drop Y off at Phoenix Park (the tram terminal) and we managed Lidl and Morrisons.

(While in Lidl, Bungus, we looked for a frozen Goose Crown but were unlucky I'm afraid).

Picture 3 is more worrying. When I bought it in a National Trust shop, it carried the blurb 'a bag for life'. I'm beginning to hope that the life in question is not mine - because the bag is falling apart , the corners have worn through and one handle has become detached. The symbolism is unsettling.

Like so many things these days, the bag is 'sailing under false colours'. It isn't true jute but a jute look-alike fabric incorporated either side of a thin plastic membrane.

Even so, 'hope' trumps 'experience' and I promptly bought a replacement in the Peak District 'Visitors Centre' in Bakewell.

We both slept well, without artificial aids, and Y was looking forward to her Burton Joyce day. She will be tired when she gets home, but she doesn't mind that, especially if she has been 'a really useful engine' to paraphrase Thomas the Tank engine. No doubt Millicent will have trounced her, yet again, at 'Pairs'. Kids are so good at it.

I was able to wish Helen "Happy Birthday" today but, unfortunately the girls are still poorly. Brooke had to have antibiotics from the Doctor because her cold had gone immediately to an ear-infection. With David (her Dad) it was his sinuses, and catarrh which inevitably accompanied the slightest cold. Poor lad ! and I remember how painful it used to be. I'm a great believer in locally applied heat. Either hot-water bottle or one of those grain-filled bags you heat up in the mcrowave. Even if it doesn't actually have a therapeutic effect, it feels as if it is doing you good. Therefore a good thing !


Thank you all for your 'learned' comments, and I think we now have the issue of ale/beer laid open before us.

anonymousKevin ..... Thanks for that. When I was a young policeman over 50yrs ago, we had to learn by heart legal definitions. Alcoholic drink was .... " Ale, beer, porter, cider, perry, or any fermented or distilled liquor of whatever description".

bungus ...... Y won't watch 'The Devil's Whore' on the unarguable 'lady' grounds that she doesn't like the title.

Sandra is doing so well with her op. On the other hand I hope she doesn't have to wait too long.

The bridge picture isn't supposed to have some important purpose and it isn't taking us anywhere. Just a record-shot, that's all. I thought t was rather 'nice'.

We were allowed long-trousers at 12, on entering the third form. But no earlier, irrespective of the weather.

I disagree. 'Fingerless gloves' and 'mittens' are quite different. Mittens cover the whole hand but without individual fingers. Fingerless gloves are exactly what Jill so kindly knitted for me. And, counter-intuitively, it seems that, if your hands are warm your fingers don't get cold. Don't know how it works but it does.

Have you e-mailed Jill the 'knitting' stuff from Radio Nottingham ? If not, is it OK if I do ?

anonymousJBW ...... Thank you for an authoritative answer to the IPA question.

anonymousRob ...... Your market place logic is faultless ! Not helpful, but impeccable.

On reflection you did extremely well to find him at all.

Nice to see you at EPS and to exchange a few words.

Helen C ......... Bakewell outstripped Shirebrook on all know scales. We must WoW there again and take Y with us. She is a 'sticky-toffee pudding' enthusiast.

I can't wait to kitchen-test my fingerless gloves under real WoW conditions.

Jill ...... We are with you re Marlin. Neither of us have eaten it. But I know Bungus really rates it.

You haven't reacted to the Radio Nottingham stuff about knitting and Debbie Abrahams. Perhaps Bungus is holding things up.

Quotation time .....

"I shall never be ashamed of citing a bad author if the line is good."

"Sleep tight - catch you tomorrow"



bungus said...

First thought on gull caption:
“Don’t you bloody dare!”

I have no doubt that digital has put the Cartier Bresson moment more within in the reach of lesser mortals in that one can now take as many photos as one likes without thinking about the cost.

Oh dear! I really need to be certain that a goose crown will be there before travelling 20 miles to Lidl!

I think your ‘bag for life’ quite appropriate to people of our age. To quote Sandra, “We’re all falling to bits.”

I wonder whether it is strictly possible to 'incorporate' something on the outside? I shall look it up.

Sorry to hear Brooke has an ear problem. I suffered from ear-ache as a child (until I had my tonsils out at the age of 9) and recall it as being naggingly awful. In support of your ‘warmth’ theory, the only temporary relief came from warm olive oil (the only use of olive oil in those days – my mother was given to describing all foreign food disparagingly as ‘swimming in olive oil’).

I don’t think Sandra considers that she deserves applause for dealing with her hand. She is happy to think herself lucky that it has gone so well. But I do like your witty use of ‘on the other hand’.

I did say that I liked the bridge picture and merely took the opportunity to wonder whether it led to ‘the other end’. On the other end…

Britched in the 3rd Form sounds about right. Shells was too early and Lower IV too late.

Disagree all you like. Until yesterday I had never before heard the clumsy expression 'fingerless gloves' and in my part of the country they were always ‘mittens’ (which came in 2 forms).

Yes, Rob did do well to find me in Shirebrook after you, in your inimitable fashion, had altered the arrangements to suit yourself.
I hope that you will forgive me for feeling a greater affection for Shirebrook than for Bakewell although I have to admit the former does not have 2 decorative yellow poles.

Yes, I e-mailed Jill the 'knitting' stuff at the same time as I sent it to you.
The only thing I am holding up is two metaphorical fingers to you! (see immediately previous comments).

Once again. I hope that the marlin does not disappoint.

Your IPA account concurs with what I have always been led to believe.
Perhaps it is a load of codswallop?

It sounds as though the Indians had problems with bottom fermentation of their discs (sacroiliacitis?)

Knowing one’s place is a universal problem and I am but a planet.
I am pleased, however, that we now know where we stand and share the same point of view. In fact, all three of us shared the same point of view at the time of texting because we were all located at what was described as ‘the far end’.
You wouldn’t think it possible, would you?

That’s all right then, the fashion statement. So long as I am a Beckham rather than a Bowyer or a Barton.

Forgetting the technicalities, in ‘The devil’s Whore’ the Roundheads and Cavaliers still all look alike and the scenes appear to have been assembled in random order.

Helen C:
I have only had one Sticky Toffee Pudding that I’ve really enjoyed (others have been far too sickly sweet). It was either Simpson’s (tinned) or Aunty’s Gooey Caramel (in a plastic bowl to be microwaved). I think the former.

I have just about given up gloves altogether. It is generally easier (I find) to put hands in pockets unless and until they need to be doing something.

I don’t know if I have ever eaten swordfish. I have always assumed that it would be something like tuna which I am not at all keen on (unless it is from a tin).
But marlin, although a gamefish (I think it is what the fisherman in Hemingway’s ‘The Old Man & the Sea’ was after) does not have the obvious engine-oil flavour of tuna. I can only describe it as firm and flaky with, provided it is not overcooked, a subtle but distinctive taste which both Sandra and I loved immediately. I have only ever seen it in Aldi.

Pleased you agree about the Christchurch bridge.

Chip butties arrived in this part of the world (from Liverpool I think, in the 70s) before chip cobs. Pleased to hear they are making their way down south.
Suggs eats fish finger butties in an advert and I think they are very appealing (with tomato ketchup) although I have never seen them on a menu.

All I’ve found so far.

A hole has been found in the wall of the ladies’ changing room.
The police are looking into it.

It’s tough being a policeman: violence, drunken assaults, obscene language –
and that’s just the DCI.

Jill said...

Oh dear, I have slipped up, I was going to say I hadn't got the Radio Nottingham stuff, then I had a thought and looked on googlemail (which I don't really use) and there it was, together with other photos etc. from Bungus. Sorry, Bungus, you must have throught me very rude and unappreciative not to even acknowledge them. I shall now go through them all.....

The gulls - my first thought as to a caption was 'Get off!' - lovely photo though.

Marlin - firm white and flaky is just how I would describe swordfish steaks - we have had them in the Carribbean and on
ships. I think they are sort of the same family? And I don't like tuna either, in any shape or form.

Sticky toffee pudding sounds worth WOWing for.....

Off to look at all the stuff on googlemail.....