Saturday 30 July 2011

Technological difficulties overcome.

Sedate rocking.
Here at last is the picture I wanted to put up earlier this week of my rocking and rolling night out on Wednesday. This couple are not rocking and rolling, but I think they did enjoy themselves. I should confess that I took this picture while I was sitting on a comfy chair filched from the VIP tent. Between the couple and just visible in the distance is the raucous singer from Gang Of Thieves who kept asking us if we were having a good time. Well, what do you think?










As I said in that last posting, I had some yummy beer and here is the picture of the pump clip that I wanted to put up on Wednesday. I love it when a plan comes together, albeit slowly.
Mmm, beer.
Now I've written the word beer, I quite fancy drinking some, but it might have to wait as I have tasks to complete before it's beer o'clock.

Wednesday 27 July 2011

We came, we saw, we rocked...and then we had a little sit down

Everywhere you go in North Devon there's a real buzz about the Atlantic Watersports Games Contest Competition thing. What do you mean...am I telling lies? OK, so I haven't been everywhere in North Devon and I'm not really a very good judge of "buzz", but anyway things are happening, stuff is going on and I'd sooner this was happening than not happening. And so it was that the ever-loving and I decided to venture to Bideford Quay - on a Wednesday, the low water mark of the week - to see live music played by real live people on a stage in front of an audience consisting of real live people, well, they'd got themselves there somehow.

All I can say is hats off to any musician who gets up and performs in front of an audience, some of whom might be regarded as clinically dead, in Bideford on a Wednesday night. First on were some rockers called Gang Of Thieves. They batterered themselves into a frenzy with a few metal covers and certainly gave 100 per cent, possibly even a footballer's 110 per cent and maybe even more.

And this was the result: (I was going to put a little picture here, but due to technical matters beyond my control, I have had to abandon that idea).

So we watched the rockers and then we saw a bit of Beth Funning - very sweet and very popular - and I decided the time had come to drink some beer. So a short hop to the White Hart and a couple of pints of Dark Horse from the Forge Brewery at Hartland. Yummy it was, too. I don't go in for descriptions of burnt toffee and wet dog. It was nice, try some. There was going to be a little pic of the pump clip so you would know what to look out for, but technical reasons got here first. Maybe later.

After our short beer break we went back to the quay where a young woman and some skinny boys with guitars were a-howling and a-wailing. We called it a night and headed for home, having first circumnavigated a small group of Welsh competitors from the Atlantic what-not who seemed intent on hugging a rubbish bin. One young man was wearing a  women's swimming costume over his normal clothes. This time no picture, but I bet he shows up somewhere on Facebook.

Anyway, that's my big night out, in Bideford, on a Wednesday - whatever next?

Monday 18 July 2011

I can't stand the rain

That's the title of a song by Ann Peebles. Great, idiosyncratic delivery which ramps up the power as it goes. It is also my state of mind. I am fed up with the rain (not such a good song title) and while I am not particularly a believer in some of the sayings and saws that many people hold so dear, I am beginning to wonder if the picture below might have some bearing on our weather.

Rain...on St Swithin's Day

You see, that photograph was taken while rain was lashing down on July 15, St Swithin's Day, which is reputed to mean that we are in for 40 days of rain thereafter. It's Monday now and it's rained every day since Friday. To be honest, I really can't be arsed to record whether or not we get rain every day until nearly the end of August, but I wouldn't be surprised...or something. End of weather forecast.
PS My dog is acting funny, I wonder if that is anything to do with the weather.

Sunday 17 July 2011

Keep right on to the end of the road

The Green Lantern Café, Torrington.
To the Green Lantern Café in the Square at Torrington where we are served by a most venerable gent who is an absolute star. Despite being a bit deaf - all right, very deaf - and needing his reading glasses to see the menu, which he didn't appear to have with him, he's keen as mustard and ready to give good service. Sometimes I think I just want to jack in work, but then I see someone like the lovely waiter at the Green Lantern Café who clearly is eager to be of service and I think that might be preferable. Certainly better than sitting at home wishing for some company. Anyway, we had two excellent cream teas (one served with good strong coffee), baked beans on toast and a can of pop. So that's three people catered for...and the cost? I am almost embarrassed to say it was only £5.80. I'm not complaining, just marvelling.

Gone, the last News of the World.

As a complete aside, we are one week on from the last News of the World and I don't really think there is much I can add to the millions of words that are being spewed out about the whole sorry saga. All I would say is that those people who think the demise of the NOTW and the problems besetting the Murdoch empire signal some sort of massive change in public life are likely to be seriously disappointed. Don't forget the banking collapse and the MPs' expenses scandal. Life for most of those two groups of chancers seems to go on pretty much as per usual. Just a thought...

Saturday 2 July 2011

Guilty as charged

Gah! Where does the time go? Last posting I said I was going to do all sorts of things like get pictures and stuff and then...nothing...since February. It does make me seem a little ineffectual. Good job nobody is relying on me to save the world. I had been chasing down the idiots who run the country to point out where they could save us all a few bob and, for the time being, I've let them get away. Anyway, now I'm back on the case. My first task is to point out to that twat Cameron and his feeble-minded associate Osborne (not to mention whipping-boy Clegg) that not to reply properly to my perfectly reasonable letters is very rude.