Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Baile Atha Cliath and Further Movements
Well I've been back in the kaftan and Madam has once again been picking the guitar, Chattels of travel that provide succour in transit,
and while some at the airport may look askance at our early morning travel apparel and accoutrements, each serve as a reminder that yes, while our loins and ligaments allow we're off away once more singing our happy songs.
Another internet break away,
so named not because we booked it online, but because for a short while we get to enjoy the internet in a way more familiar to most people.
We marvel at YouTube , curse the iplayer because there are many things that we would like to catch up on but can't because it is not available in that particular country and thrill at being able to sit in bed and watch a film or TV series ( a dip into Series 4 of the IT crowd for me on this flying visit) before bed.
and well done for that
Lunch at a hipster cafe followed which comprised some unusual soup and unusual craft beer.
With a nod to the nuts that is Fifty Shades, if a blindfold had been applied it would be difficult to distinguish one from the other, but sustenance was attained
Located in Temple Bar, there are pictures of la Winehouse displayed in the window and also inside of her fondling rapalas and squeezing Flying C's
She'd have loved Vince Headley's
Jarlath Regan was the support act and he's well worth a watch.
the best arena I've been in, although I've only been in two or possibly three as wasn't there a chain of shops called arena whose business was TV rentals or peddling posters, I forget which,
Anyway ( I seem to be saying this more and more)
Wembley Arena and The Gmex in Manchester didn't do it for me. The stage is a million miles away and I fell asleep watching The Cure at Wembley. The 3 arena is like an indoor kop with few seats on flat ground and a far more intimate feel than the two arenas mentioned previously (Wembley and the Gmex, not the TV rental or poster emporia although on reflection one of these have been athena)
Ladies and Gentleman I give you the next Arthur Askey,
Jack Whitehall is going places,
you heard it here first folks.
A lazy breakfast followed by a bus back to a plane to take us to what is now widely acknowledged as the world's best airport, Southampton. Off the plane and into the car in a matter of minutes and home twenty in twenty more, it's easier and quicker than going shopping in Basingstoke, let alone tripping up to the smoke for a show.
No, No it really is,
We're already booked in to return to take in The Dara's run at Vicar St which serves as preparations for his next big tour in 2018 and are considering popping over to do our weekly supermarket shop.
Southampton airport is the best and easiest airport in the world.
Our friends in the North seems to have had a particular time of it.
We've a couple of christmas trees down and a poxy willow across the release pen fence but nothing too dramatic. Child A has just returned from her shift at the Thames Valley Police Control Centre who had quite a busy time with calls concerning trees down across roads.
I seem to get the call in these environs if a tree goes over the road, which I or my boss don't mind. I'm not sure a tree on some roads is a 999 event and maybe a sad sign of a dwindling sense of community in some parts, the chap in the Thames valley area who dialled triple nine regarding the delivery of the wrong cake for his daughter's birthday party demanding somebody be held account is just one example of callers she has to deal with who don't seem to understand the meaning of the word emergency.
What times we live in.
Child B reports from Beijing that his attempts to visit the Great wall were thwarted by station closure. His chosen point of departure was shut for the following three years in preparation for the 2022 Winter Olympics.
Maybe I'm a little harsh on the chaps who run the rails in the South of England, our trains ain't so bad after all.
Apologies, let me put that another way
Our train service would be significantly improved if it was handed over to Hornby or possibly Lima or Lego.
Given the title of the piece I ought to make mention of the river. Storm Doris didn't make much of a contribution and the hatch in front of the house retains its end of September status of fully closed. At this time in 2014 it was open 18 notches and we were getting rid of water.
Forget the figures and ignore the media, we need a month of rain in this corner of the country.
This week we have been planting trees, singular specimens positioned to maximise their form and shape. It's the stuff of Capability Brown and what with vistas an 'all I am sure I have gone off piste somewhere and put a sorbus where a fagus should have been (the Latin labels didn't help)
Two weeks of the Grayling season remain and the winter has been quite productive. Half a dozen fish around the two pound mark but this will rise in the next fortnight as females bulk up prior to spawning.
Apologies a brief bit about football,
Claudio Ranieri sacked ?
I would expect nothing less from a game/business that, in the top flight, is as distinct from the real world as the moon is to mars.
What times we live in.
I don't know why, but I do remember that it was permanently linked to Metoesat the weather satellite and that the two funny blocks on the outside shoot rays back and forth that measure the rain.
I think that's right, I'm not sure why we visited as there were no fish,
There weren't any at the Harwell Nuclear place either when we visited in the name of Farming Fish and Managing Fisheries.