Off to Tan Hill on Saturday for the wedding of Lynn (who works with the FPO) and Tony. Got a taxi there and back (at the cost of £60), but it meant I would be back at home and in my own bed for the Sunday papers. The do was better than I thought it would be and plenty off ale was imbibed, so the taxi turned out to be a good idea. The main surprise of the evening was seeing a couple of people I know working there. Ranting Ritchie was behind the bar serving the ale, and didn't recognise me at first as I have had so much hair cut off. This meant he called me "Sir" for a while before realising who I was (Oh! - how we laughed about it later!). There was also a bit of a shock when the food came out, as Newcastle Steve was the chef/cook and had prepared it. It was curry, and tasted pretty good, although I was a bit suspicious about his special sauce and avoided that. Sat in the bar after the do talking to Ritchie and Steve until about 1.30am, drinking double whiskies while waiting for the taxi. There was some talk about doing some kind of benefit gig for Ritchie's brother John, who is in hospital in a bad way after having a stroke a few weeks ago, which was also a bit of a shock as it was the first I had heard about it. Something may indeed happen, but who knows? Anyway, it was a good night, and followed up by an argument with the taxi driver on the way home as he was a Manchester City fan (albeit in good spirits).
Booze, news and views from a drunken opinionated fool who can't spell very well, may well repeat himself, and can't blame it on dislexia
Sunday, 26 September 2010
tan hill wedding
Off to Tan Hill on Saturday for the wedding of Lynn (who works with the FPO) and Tony. Got a taxi there and back (at the cost of £60), but it meant I would be back at home and in my own bed for the Sunday papers. The do was better than I thought it would be and plenty off ale was imbibed, so the taxi turned out to be a good idea. The main surprise of the evening was seeing a couple of people I know working there. Ranting Ritchie was behind the bar serving the ale, and didn't recognise me at first as I have had so much hair cut off. This meant he called me "Sir" for a while before realising who I was (Oh! - how we laughed about it later!). There was also a bit of a shock when the food came out, as Newcastle Steve was the chef/cook and had prepared it. It was curry, and tasted pretty good, although I was a bit suspicious about his special sauce and avoided that. Sat in the bar after the do talking to Ritchie and Steve until about 1.30am, drinking double whiskies while waiting for the taxi. There was some talk about doing some kind of benefit gig for Ritchie's brother John, who is in hospital in a bad way after having a stroke a few weeks ago, which was also a bit of a shock as it was the first I had heard about it. Something may indeed happen, but who knows? Anyway, it was a good night, and followed up by an argument with the taxi driver on the way home as he was a Manchester City fan (albeit in good spirits).
Saturday, 25 September 2010
back from marmaris
Another trip finished and l am now back for a while. Arrived back from Marmaris last night, but there is no peace (for the wicked) at the moment. Off to a wedding at Tan Hill this afternoon, and decided to get a taxi there and back so lots of drink can be taken and l will also wake up in my own bed in the morning, awaiting the Sunday paper. The cost with Frontline taxis is £60, but it would have cost just as much to book a hotel, plus somebody has to drive. The offer was on to stay at the pub itself, but l didn't fancy dossing down with a load of other people (Christ l am getting old and boring). Pick up is at 3.15pm, so l had better go and have a quick bath and wash some of the Turkish filth off me. Who knows, l may even treat everyone and have a shave as well.
Friday, 17 September 2010
turkey again - leave in one hour!
These are pictures of the Villa we rented when we were in Dalyan last week. Unfortunately this time, because it is work, I am staying in a hotel (The Blue Bay?) in Marmaris, which I do not expect will be as good. Still, it is a free holiday and it is all inclusive, so there's no way I am going to complain about it (plus I get paid extra for going).
Thursday, 16 September 2010
dalyan holiday
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
the milky way
Sunday, 12 September 2010
hair cut in dalyan
flowers in dalyan
Just back from being in Dalyan, Turkey for nearly two weeks (since the last post). It feels like it has flown by and finished way too soon. Maybe not for Kerry (one of our party) as she suffered from a bad back while away, and had to go to the local clinic for injections each day (not that they did much good). More news about the holiday later, as I am under strict instructions not to stay up too late tonight, as I am going to Stockton in the morning, but here's some pictures of flowers around our villa.
Sunday, 29 August 2010
things you don't see anymore (part 328)
Friday, 27 August 2010
alex higgins
Thursday, 26 August 2010
olaf otto becker
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
another mad tattoo
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Russian photographer Sergey Mikhaylovich Prokudin-Gorsky's 100 year old colour photographs
Monday, 23 August 2010
guitar shop front in southampton
This is a shop in Southampton that sells guitar stuff (as if you couldn't guess). What a great idea. It makes me want to travel there and get myself a guitar from them (and then buy an amp, leads, learn how to play it etc etc - maybe I won't bother after all). I love the clever advertising though.
the busby stoop
When I was out and about at work the other day, I had to go to Thirsk to pick someone up. On the way there, I called in at the Busby Stoop, the first time I have ever stopped there, although I have driven past it plenty of times.
getting the loop recorder checked
On Tuesday I had to go to The James Cook hospital in Middlesbrough to get my loop recorder checked out (it was fine). Glad to say I was only in the hospital for 32 minutes in total (the parking ticket machine gives out the information). As usual though, it was another crappy August day. Bloody English summers, where's the bleeding sunshine?
Sunday, 22 August 2010
early for the meeting in darlington
I had to go to Darlington this week for a work meeting, but I decided to come in early and have a wander round while listening to my ipod. Arrival time was about 8am and my meeting was at 10am, so it gave me plenty of time to doss about. Good job the weather was OK, or I wouldn't have been so keen.
Saturday, 21 August 2010
william arthur (ludgate hill) 1894 - 1940
We Gassed Fritz Today (The Somme 1916)
We dropped mustard gas on Fritz today
The wind blew it back in our faces
Mother of God we murdered our own
Lined up dead in old munition cases
And the Padre he blessed all of the bodies
The General he addressed all of the men
Tomorrow the wind would be turning
And we’ll be gassing the Hun again
Mud There Was (The Somme 1916)
Mud there was and more mud to see
Mud there was for the 22’s and me
Mud there was on July the bloody first
And it’s the mud I remember the worst
Mud there was when the whistle blew
Mud there was when cannon shell flew
Mud there was when little Nobby died
Mud there was when he fell by my side
Mud there was and more mud to see
Mud from the front to the infirmary
Mud there was on July the bloody first
And it’s the mud I remember the worst
The Coward (Etaples base camp 1916)
We Shot Harry for cowardice
But I never met a braver man
But I was on the hill that morning
And I saw that Harry ran
They picked a shooting party
They chose at random by lot
And I was chosen to shoot Harry
For something that he was not
And he refused his last cigarette
And he refused his blindfold too
And we shivered behind our rifles
But we aimed them straight and true
And one of the six had a blank
And a target fixed to Harry’s chest
And each man discharged his rifle
And each man earned one day’s rest
We Shot Harry for cowardice
But I never met a braver man
And I sent home all his possessions
And a letter to his Mam
This article would not have been possible without the research of Mike Duff (and United We Stand)
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