Holding On
This is one of the many cascades along the Afon Arthog, a beautiful stretch of river in the lovely county of Gwynedd and taken whilst I still had the tripod in my possession.
I took a train journey to Norwich last week, to stay with a good friend for some music, walking, birdwatching and a fair degree of reminiscing, but no pubs were visited, no, definitely no pubs. Following tripodgate, I now doubt my faculties to the extent that I put a reminder on my phone to take my coat and case with me off the train! Some dogs have a collar which states that they are ‘Assistance’ dogs, I need a collar which reads ‘In need of bloody Assistance’.
I’m not sure where the lady in the video got her costume, but I guess pantomime season is upon us. I also had the pleasure of witnessing her vocal skills in person, along with her ‘Sexy CMAT band’. She was ably supported by Fancy Hagood, yes Fancy Hagood, who was excellent. It was a wacky evening from start to finish!
Now I’m not casting aspersions on the genetic heterozygosity of the good people of Norfolk, but the bass player had a couple of family members in the audience including his mum. CMAT asked in her characteristically profane manner if there were any other relatives in the audience and 43 people put their hands up. He actually looks a little like one of my sons, but I’m sure there’s no family connection.
Anyway, here’s one of her tunes. I think she has quite a future.
youtu.be/Msm7B15G0hY?list=RDMsm7B15G0hY
Here’s a question for you. Asking for a friend of course.
If you don't have a valid ticket to travel on a train, is it a good idea to barricade yourself in the toilet?
The announcer came over the public address system and stated that the accessible toilet would no longer be accessible as someone had done precisely that. This created a wee bit of consternation as regards the urological system as the journey still had 3 hours to go. I considered all sorts of solutions; do the train windows actually open these days, what should I do with the 300ml of water still in the bottle...I’ll hold it right there! Fortunately, British Transport Police came to the rescue at the next station and escorted the fugitive to.... who knows where.
Holding On
This is one of the many cascades along the Afon Arthog, a beautiful stretch of river in the lovely county of Gwynedd and taken whilst I still had the tripod in my possession.
I took a train journey to Norwich last week, to stay with a good friend for some music, walking, birdwatching and a fair degree of reminiscing, but no pubs were visited, no, definitely no pubs. Following tripodgate, I now doubt my faculties to the extent that I put a reminder on my phone to take my coat and case with me off the train! Some dogs have a collar which states that they are ‘Assistance’ dogs, I need a collar which reads ‘In need of bloody Assistance’.
I’m not sure where the lady in the video got her costume, but I guess pantomime season is upon us. I also had the pleasure of witnessing her vocal skills in person, along with her ‘Sexy CMAT band’. She was ably supported by Fancy Hagood, yes Fancy Hagood, who was excellent. It was a wacky evening from start to finish!
Now I’m not casting aspersions on the genetic heterozygosity of the good people of Norfolk, but the bass player had a couple of family members in the audience including his mum. CMAT asked in her characteristically profane manner if there were any other relatives in the audience and 43 people put their hands up. He actually looks a little like one of my sons, but I’m sure there’s no family connection.
Anyway, here’s one of her tunes. I think she has quite a future.
youtu.be/Msm7B15G0hY?list=RDMsm7B15G0hY
Here’s a question for you. Asking for a friend of course.
If you don't have a valid ticket to travel on a train, is it a good idea to barricade yourself in the toilet?
The announcer came over the public address system and stated that the accessible toilet would no longer be accessible as someone had done precisely that. This created a wee bit of consternation as regards the urological system as the journey still had 3 hours to go. I considered all sorts of solutions; do the train windows actually open these days, what should I do with the 300ml of water still in the bottle...I’ll hold it right there! Fortunately, British Transport Police came to the rescue at the next station and escorted the fugitive to.... who knows where.