Nay Nay and thrice Nay

For some reason I am thinking of Frankie Howerd today, no idea why, anyway that is the reason for the titles of these bits!

Twitter ye not

I have been thinking about twitter, a lot of people seem to be using it, however firstly I cannot imagine that there are people who are interested enough in me to want to know what I am doing every five minutes (generally I’m not interested in what I am doing every five minutes) and secondly, as anyone who has struggled through my entries knows I think that 140 characters is beyond me. I have to admit I am having difficulty keeping up with my chums on Facebook (Although I am well impressed with Dragonflies on Bejewelled blitz and Bebo on Chain RXN).

The Prologue

The obligatory whine - had a really bad drive in yesterday, my journey is sort of divided into three parts and all of them were very crowded and very slow, it took me almost two hours instead of the normal one, to cap it all I was feeling slightly lightheaded and “not right”. Drive in this morning was about 75 minutes, but not stressed like yesterday, and I am feeling well, so no worries.

Get your titters out

Actually I have a t-shirt somewhere with a photo of Frankie on the back and “Frankie says Get your Titters out” on the front. Anyway I’m going to stick to the tried and tested and go for another joke that I told on MCs blog.

Some chappie has been sitting on a motorway for about four hours, and nothing is moving at all. Eventually someone knocks on his window. After exchanging greetings the chap in the car says

“Any idea on what’s the problem with the traffic?” and t’other chap relies

“Well, about five miles up the road a bunch of terrorists have captured Gordon Brown, Jacqui Smith, Peter Mandleson, and Tony Blair (spit) and are threatening to douse them in petrol and set them alight unless they are given ten million pounds ransom, I’m coming round doing the collection now”

“How much are other people giving?”

“About a gallon”

I thank you, I’m also available for pantomimes and bar mitzvahs.

Ooooh Missus

So I was driving into work on Monday, and realised just how blasé I seem to have become. I went to Windsor on Sunday morning, my supermarket is nicely located in the middle of the town, and it was a gorgeous day so I parked up and went for a brief mooch around town, had a cup of coffee, meandered around the station, my favourite shop seems to have shut down, but in this environment a nick-nack shop may well have problems, ambled along the high street, nearly all restaurants, fudge shop, and bank but I love looking at restaurant menus, then down Pescod street, which is probably more the main shopping street but has mostly shops that locals might use, Tchibo, M&S, Waterstones, Ryman, Dyas etc. where again I enjoyed just window shopping until I reached Hotel Chocolat. Where I succumbed to temptation and purchased some of their filled choccies, (drunken raspberry, cup-a-cinno, and a bar of peppermint filled). They are still seriously the best chocolate I have ever had (apart from my first memory of an old recipe crème egg of course). They are in the US now, and may deliver to Canadia from the UK, but looking at the shipping price that aint going to happen! Actually I did send someone a bar of their chocolate, and haven’t heard if it has arrived or not, I really should check. After that some more meandering and finally Waitrose and my shopping bogof on pizza express pizzas! Now I adore Pizza Express, but like most (well all in my experience) restaurants, once they chill it and sell it the product just isn’t the same, still they are doing a new pizza with a salad in the middle http://www.pizzaexpress.com/promotions/leggera.aspx yes it does sound strange, but at the same time… Once again I purchased a rotisserie chicken, and once again popped to my mothers on the way back so it was cold when I eventually got home but I adore chicken sandwiches, and a whole cooked chicken was about one pound fifty more than three slices of chicken breast.

So (you may justifiably ask) what the heck has this got to do with being blasé? Well, I didn’t even register the castle, if you have ever been to Windsor you know that the town is dominated by it, if you are on the high street by the station it is more like a huge wall of rock than anything else, but I didn’t even notice. Also I was there at the right time for the changing of the guards (and there were not too many tourists around) but I just walked down the hill window shopping.

And why did I think about it on Monday? My drive into work is via Hampton Court (btw I used to play real tennis there, I think I was ranked about 8002 in the world, that is if only 8000 people played the game, I enjoyed it but was truly terrible) a nice little nook of the world, I never register it when I am driving in to the office, I know I have to concentrate on the road and all the idiots who have been allowed control of over a ton of metal with apparently little training on how to do so, and the worse idiots who appear to think being on a pushbike means that they are invulnerable, but still I would like to think that I would take it in occasionally.

I work in a big town which I used to love shopping in, haven’t been into the town further than M&S for a salad for over a month.

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I have booked my hotels in Canadia! Three nights on points in Toronto when I arrive, then the train to London, three nights there, then back to Toronto and a different hotel, another five nights there, then down to Niagara for two nights.

The only irksome thing at the moment is that I seem to be unable to hire a car at the airport for the drive to Niagara, my hotel is in the middle of town (allegedly) but I would rather start driving on the wrong side of the car with slightly fewer traffic lights and side streets, so I can get used to it. (Yes I said “The wrong side of the car” the whole world drove on the left until the French decided to do it differently).

So now I need to book some baseball tickets, and work out what to do in London and Niagara. Although of course this may all change again if the Hhilton decide to drop me too far down the loyalty scheme.

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And finally (OK this is a lot longer than I intended, and full of sound and fury accomplishing nothing) I would like to thank Buggy, I seem to have been in a bit of a fugue lately, and her enthusiasm about books has made me decide that I will set aside at least an hour a night to read, I have a number of books in my flatlet that I haven’t read yet, and that shouldn’t be allowed (apart from Tanith Lee books).


Peace out!