We had Brexit. Sigh. We now have an huge orange glow from across the pond, which smells vaguely sulphurous, so pray tell what can cheer us? Maybe this….
2016 is turning out to be a truly unpredictable year so I feel that it is only fitting for Ed to win Strictly Come Dancing this year.
VOTE BALLS!!!!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!!!!!
There is no point in me competing with Mr Devine for the best photograph of a cormorant award. I would not win, because a) I am not so handy with a camera and b) The cormorants in Devon are just plain lazy. They do not pose like their Norfolk cousins. I found this one gazing out to sea unperturbed by my presence.
He was probably wondering why the silly woman on the shore was taking a photograph of the vast expanse of sky above his head, and he indicated these thoughts by giving me a cock-eyed withering look….
Okay….so it’s a crow on a fence post… whatever…..
Anyhow…. I will be back with another enlightening blog post very soon, possibly before the 21st November – I know! Go me! There will be gold. There will be calligraphy. There will be insults, AND [drum roll] there will be a book on a chair!! Maybe two books on a chair!!! Indeed, a plethora of excitement awaits us…. so I’d better get on and do that then.
UPDATE:- The difference between cormorants and shags…..
Yes, they are slightly different. I might have a shag here?
Here is an old BBC interlude from days of yore. Please watch from 2.24mins onwards. You may of course watch it all, or none of it, but it features workman digging and playing with their pneumatic drills. I thought this might be of interest for those who feel inspired to dig.
Meanwhile I am up to my eyeballs with poorly executed calligraphic experimentation. There are screwed up balls everywhere…. amongst the discarded chip paper…
Please bear with. Normal service will resume as soon as I’ve gotten the ink out of my favourite T-shirt…
And so a New Year dawned over Mogwash, possibly 2010, it was always difficult to be sure. I pondered the newness of the new – a fresh beginning, or the end of the beginning, or perhaps the beginning of the end, or the beginning of the end of the beginning. Nobody could ever pin point exactly where anybody was; with this in mind I decided that I would go forth and celebrate the middle, which I concluded was usually the most significant, unappreciated, and complicated part of anything.
These thoughts do not spring to mind lightly, instead they hang like limp net curtains without the beauty of a breeze. Going nowhere. Yes, unfortunately I had had another idea…
Getting lost….
People often ask me [they don’t, but let us pretend that they do so that I can write a post about something nobody has ever asked me about], Scarlet, why is it that you chose a picture of Clara Bow to be your avatar? And I tell them this: It is because of my 1985 British Rail travel pass. The picture of me on my travel pass reminds me of a specific picture of Clara Bow, though not the one I use as an avatar. The Clara Bow image I’m referring to is this one:-
Clara Bow
For some reason it reminds me of this…. I dug this out especially to see how they compare…
Me with British Rail tattoo…
Now that I have seen them together I really don’t know what I was thinking… possibly the only thing we have in common is a passion for backcombing our hair…and I doubt Clara ever needed the services of British Rail… she is wearing fur… whilst I am wearing something grubby from C&A… she had her photograph taken by an world class photographer; I had mine taken in a photo booth at Liverpool Street Station; she knew how to apply lipstick whilst I had a wicked way with a chapstick… Clara was a redhead, whilst my hair has ALWAYS been brown with a hint of auburn…
Anyhow, although I have concluded that I have little in common with Clara Bow other than a moment of fuzzy hair, I am going to keep her as my avatar… for the simple reason that I like what she had to say about dogs.
Apparently the UK is set for a windy storm, the forecasters are unsure as to how windy this storm will be, but it may be comparable to the storms of October 2000, January 2007, and March 2008 – none of which I remember. There has also been mention of the storm of January 1990 and THE GREAT STORM of 1987 [cat.87J for those in the know], and I remember both of these… which indicates that my long term memory is much better than my short term. All of these storms are probably mere breezes in comparison to the hurricanes and weather systems that hit the US and Canada… but I am anxious. The thing about the storm of 87 was that none of us knew it was coming, other than the nice lady who phoned the dismissive Micheal Fish to warn him, this time the Met office and the media have whipped us up into an expectant frenzy of anticipation… many of us are expecting to wake up Monday morning to find our roofs ripped off and trees sitting in our living rooms. I don’t see how being prepared helps that much…. other than I have my candles to hand and my phone is fully charged…. Mr Blue is working away from home, and to be honest he really should have changed his plans seeing as he will be camping in a forest tonight. In the south of England. Yes you did read that right. Even though he knew there was a big storm coming he still went. With his chainsaw. Thinking about it though, he could end up being quids in because he might end up having to help clear fallen trees from the roads… yep, knowing him he will go from COMPLETE IDIOT to hero within the space of 24hrs. He does already have a civilian medal type award thingy certificate do-dah for bravery. And it has recently crossed my mind [as recent as 3 seconds ago] that he might be a James Bond type person… this would make sense… I mean how would I know????? Next time he is off on his travels I will follow him and when I am caught I will say: No, Sweetie, of course I didn’t think you were having an affair, I THOUGHT YOU WERE A MEMBER OF THE SECRET SERVICE…. my suspicions are never average. Blimey, this could be True Lies all over again. This thought has quite cheered me up. AND if there is any truth in my suspicion then I’m sure this post will be deleted from the internet. I AM A GENIUS.
Anyhow, I seem to have strayed from the point of this post… I meant to write something along the lines of: Big storm coming; Bit scared; Might lose the power; Hope I don’t miss Downton; Will be under the stairs; See you Wednesday.
Wonky Words 
