



More scans from Marmaris, the best of which are the Wayne Rooney note from the Manchester United bar, where I went to watch Manchester United beating Liverpool 3-2. What a fine, fine day that was.toodle pip
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














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.
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).
While I was away in Dalyan l decided to get all my hair cut off, so it has now gone from pretty damn long to pretty damn short. The hairdresser also gave me a shave, did my eyebrows, put a face pack on me and burnt all my excess hair off. He also tried to drown me (see the evidence above). Good though.


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.
I was pondering (as is my wont) about how language changes and words evolve. Also about insults and old expressions (exciting life I lead), and it occurred to me that you never have anyone saying "Phwoor!" while doing the motion above (Ray Langton in Coronation Street, 1974, for all you youngsters out there).
I will be away next week (In Turkey!), but have set the Sky controls to tape the Alex Higgins documentary on the BBC. I used to see him out and about in the Boro a few years ago, and he wasn't looking too good even then. I was still pretty surprised to see the photos of him just before he died, he was definitely not a well man. By all accounts he could be a right twat, but one thing was also certain, he was never that dull, and popularised snooker for the likes of myself, who previously just thought the game was for sad old bastards and boring. Sport could do with more mavericks like Alex, who cared more for living a full life rather than just trying to fit in and please everyone. He was only letting himself down, as his was an individual sport, not a team game whereby he had to take the other team members into account. Obviously in his private life he would have also let people down, but that was between him and them. I am just amazed that he lived so long.