30 June 2009
Gigs
I have just found out that Motorhead are being supported by the Damned when we go to see them in November, I am very excited. Three days after Motorhead we are going to see Alice Cooper. I am going to turn myself into one of the girls from the background in Wayne's World for a few days at the end of the year.....
11 June 2009
A Day Out
A couple of weekends ago Mr T and I did what we do best, we went on a mini adventure. The best thing about these adventures is discovering somewhere new purely by chance, we don't use maps, we just get in the car and drive.
Following the 'Flintshire Leisure Drive' - a series of brown signs with a dragon and a number we stumbled across a beautiful waterfall, hidden away behind a little building. We still don't really know how we got there, but I'm glad we did, here are some pictures.....
I think this might be my second favourite day out of the year, the favourite being in the audience of the competition to find England's Strongest Man. No really, that has to be the best day out ever. I may have created a monster there, Mr T is now quite keen on becoming a strong man.....
Following the 'Flintshire Leisure Drive' - a series of brown signs with a dragon and a number we stumbled across a beautiful waterfall, hidden away behind a little building. We still don't really know how we got there, but I'm glad we did, here are some pictures.....
I think this might be my second favourite day out of the year, the favourite being in the audience of the competition to find England's Strongest Man. No really, that has to be the best day out ever. I may have created a monster there, Mr T is now quite keen on becoming a strong man.....
10 June 2009
Just a thought....
....if I heard right and Gordon Brown is considering reforming the way we vote perhaps he should consider some kind of telephone voting system via ITV, since more people had an opinion on the 'Hairy Angel' and a troupe of dancing teenagers than how their country is governed.....Just a thought
6 June 2009
Family
I have nowhere to go with this post, I just thought I would share these thoughts.
Watching television a day or so ago and the announcer said "....he is a model...", I turned to Mr T and said, "Modelling what, socks and gloves?" and then I realised I had turned into my Father. I sort of knew it anyway, talking to the television, commenting on whatever happens on the screen is a family trait but that line could easily have been said in a thick South London accent. What has happened???? I was brought up by my Father, it stands to reason I will act like him on occasion but I thought I'd be at least a bit older before that happened. Still better than turning into my Mother, a woman for whom logic and reason have no meaning....
Over the last bank holiday weekend someone drove into her in a supermarket car park, the next morning when recounting the story she said "and I mean, I wouldn't mind, but we'd been driving round Wales all day and then that happens" - as if driving round Wales is a perilous activity. There must be some logic there, I am sure.
A few months ago, after my Grandmother died, my Mother and youngest sister, M, went to visit a psychic presumably to seek some comfort (nothing wrong with that). Utterly convinced by the woman Mother told me that M was going to marry someone tall, dark and handsome (original) and that she would have two children, twins....... A few weeks ago Mother and M went to see Derek Acorah of Most Haunted fame performing at the local theatre.... "he said M was going to marry someone and have three children....", "but what about the other psychic said she was just going to have twins?", "that was weeks ago and this is a different psychic isn't it?" - makes sense doesn't it? No, it really doesn't. When I pointed out, surely both psychics should have the same future panned out for M the concept was dismissed. I give up.
I don't know what it is, why my family are so keen to believe in something but they do, they really do believe. Visiting our Grandmother's grave M was scratched by a rose bush "that was Nan, she did that because M took him (her boyfriend who nobody likes) with her to show him where Nan is...." my eldest sister (she's 40 and is closer to turning into our Mother than I am) told me, pausing for dramatic effect, "nothing to do with M putting her hand in a rose bush?" said I, "well I'm just saying, that's all. It's a bit odd isn't it?" Of course it was J, it was a message from beyond the grave.... Sounds like a more sedate version of that bit in Carrie with the grave and the hand.
I despair, not of my family but of the day when I come to agree with their reasoning.
Watching television a day or so ago and the announcer said "....he is a model...", I turned to Mr T and said, "Modelling what, socks and gloves?" and then I realised I had turned into my Father. I sort of knew it anyway, talking to the television, commenting on whatever happens on the screen is a family trait but that line could easily have been said in a thick South London accent. What has happened???? I was brought up by my Father, it stands to reason I will act like him on occasion but I thought I'd be at least a bit older before that happened. Still better than turning into my Mother, a woman for whom logic and reason have no meaning....
Over the last bank holiday weekend someone drove into her in a supermarket car park, the next morning when recounting the story she said "and I mean, I wouldn't mind, but we'd been driving round Wales all day and then that happens" - as if driving round Wales is a perilous activity. There must be some logic there, I am sure.
A few months ago, after my Grandmother died, my Mother and youngest sister, M, went to visit a psychic presumably to seek some comfort (nothing wrong with that). Utterly convinced by the woman Mother told me that M was going to marry someone tall, dark and handsome (original) and that she would have two children, twins....... A few weeks ago Mother and M went to see Derek Acorah of Most Haunted fame performing at the local theatre.... "he said M was going to marry someone and have three children....", "but what about the other psychic said she was just going to have twins?", "that was weeks ago and this is a different psychic isn't it?" - makes sense doesn't it? No, it really doesn't. When I pointed out, surely both psychics should have the same future panned out for M the concept was dismissed. I give up.
I don't know what it is, why my family are so keen to believe in something but they do, they really do believe. Visiting our Grandmother's grave M was scratched by a rose bush "that was Nan, she did that because M took him (her boyfriend who nobody likes) with her to show him where Nan is...." my eldest sister (she's 40 and is closer to turning into our Mother than I am) told me, pausing for dramatic effect, "nothing to do with M putting her hand in a rose bush?" said I, "well I'm just saying, that's all. It's a bit odd isn't it?" Of course it was J, it was a message from beyond the grave.... Sounds like a more sedate version of that bit in Carrie with the grave and the hand.
I despair, not of my family but of the day when I come to agree with their reasoning.
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