Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Huge Cajones and a Poor Choice of Font
At tea time on Saturday, it was out with the turn table and on with The Vapors and a rousing chorus of
"I think I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so"
Didn't see that one coming and what huge cajones (I believe that's Japanese) to go for the try with the final play of the match.
Not too keen on the Kiwi kit, which seems to channel the puritans or possibly downstairs Downton, and that font they've picked for the numbers is all a bit 1970's Atari.
The pig thing went well, and the evening passed without real incident bar the death of a pig and a pool of pork dripping on the west bound carriageway of the highway to the sun.
The garlic is the undoubted success of the year, the pulled bulbs are so strong that they can't be kept in the house, we left them in the workshop overnight, and now even my neoprene waders smell of garlic. It may be a little "niche" but if anybody is afflicted with thieving vampire wader raiders (this may be a title of a Russ Meyer movie) I have just the pair for you.
"Water quality is of concern, the colour being rather cloudy this summer"
Maurice Jones, retired Chief Executive of Leckford Estate who'd happily chat with the lowliest student in The Peat Spade Pub.
" The greatest threat to this part of the river is increasing population and the over abstraction that results"
Fred Kemp, keeper on the Upper Test at Whitchurch where I once stood in for a month while at college when Fred and his family headed off to the USA.
"If you have big stocked fish you have no small wild ones, stocking bigger and bigger fish results in a shortage of natural browns in the future"
Alf Harper, long gone, but a bear of a man, who worked on the Test at Longparish.
"He is young, fit and resourceful"
Brian Parker - headkeeper at Bossington, part of this statement may no longer be relevant, but thanks for thinking of me all those years ago.
"Today's storms flush soil from cultivated fields into open ditches and on into the river"
Brian Parker again, and spot on, all those years ago
"We then drove to Nursling Mill on the Main River to be met by two Alsatian dogs. "Don't worry. They only bite Southern Water employees, as they taste sweeter and have fingers like sausages."
The genial Vic Foot at Nursing Mill, who kept me at his table for hours, tea in hand, before a tour of the river.
At home, Child B is engaged, deep cover in the world of planning, and seems to be having a great time while receiving wages in return, which is a good thing, and the denouement of Child A's MSc is upon us, and in sprinting terms she is currently dipping for the line that will bestow on her the status of most qualified person in the house.
And so to Jeremy, and how on earth did the Labour Party end up electing an unelectable leader. Donning my hat of conspiracy theories, how many of Flashy's followers paid the £3 to join the labour party in order to get a vote. Last week's Prime Minister's question time was the cricketing equivalent of milking a mediocre spinner. Labour were unelectable at the last two elections on economic policy and are unelectable at the next if they retain Jeremy Castro, my money's on another labour leadership election within the year, whatever were they thinking.
Vorsprung Durch Technik indeed,
Oh no, that's the other one with the Olympic symbol with one hoop missing on the grill,
or is it?
You can always rely on a Volkswagen............to get through an emissions test.
News just in: Flash's mob have just announced that they will make moves to limit roadworks on major motorways to a maximum length of 2 miles.
Well done Sir! I'm guessing you, or someone in your gilded cabinet, was forced to mix with the masses recently on the M3 or M1, were all the helicopters at the menders?