Thursday, 10 January 2019

Into the New Year

I trust you are well. All of you, wherever you are-the latest blog viewing figures for yesterday are below:-

United States
United Kingdom
Unknown Region

For some reason the UK viewers are 5th in the Wall-watching league sandwiched between Russia and Ukraine."dobro pozhalovat" to the former."Vitajemo " to the latter.
I see there is one lone Argentinian. Maradonna perhaps or some lonely gaucho out on the Pampas...either way you are welcome. Bienvenido.

I would normally avoid the "B" subject in what is meant to be a light hearted blogpost. There is enough concern and debate and depression around; much, but not all, brought upon us by the "B" question. Try as I might not to be tempted to enter into the arena, especially with the Commons vote looming large in the next few days one thought has occurred to me-I have little brainroom for more than one- and that is why, in the last 50 years during which time we have embraced  decimalisation and  metrication, do we still sell eggs by the half dozen or dozen?
Whilst I appreciate that egg boxes would have to be redesigned to hold 5  eggs surely this sort of problem has been dealt with in other industries? Why have egg suppliers been allowed to live in the Dark Ages. Well if we leave then I suppose it will continue as at present. Maybe that's what Breggsit was all about in the first place, starting out as a cunning plan by chickens to keep themselves independent of their French clucking  neighbours and cast off the " yoke" of bureaucracy. 

The popular explanation is that back in the days before we had history books eggs were a penny each and therefor 12 eggs would cost a shilling in Christian money. Too tidy an explanation for me in that like everything else the price of an egg could go up or down as market forces and hens' arses dictated. The correlation again becomes clear in that our economic survival is being governed by headless chickens who talk out of their arses. I should have been an economist-this is soooo easy.

My mention of brainroom above leads me to a fascinating article I read in The Oldie magazine from which I will now quote a chunk.
If you'd like to read the whole article-and I recommend you do-it's here:

It is impossible to fathom the depths of the human mind. The brain, it is estimated, can process a quadrillion computations per second. ‘We don’t just have the power of a single computer in our heads,’ observes communications wizard Charles Jonscher. ‘The true comparison would be a figure like 20 billion computers.’
Proposing, by analogy, what this might mean, psychology professor Paul Reber, writing in the Scientific American, suggests that, were the brain a digital video recorder, its information-processing capacity would be sufficient to hold three million hours’ worth of television programmes.
‘You would have to leave it running continuously for more than three hundred years to use up all that storage.’

Now I don't know about you but I can't even remember how The Little Drummer Girl  finished let alone the  Bodyguard so I think I need turning off and back on again. Unfortunately rebooting isn't an option for us humans unless you believe in Reincarnation but as the late great Ken Dodd said "I don't believe in Reincarnation. Who'd want to come back as a tin of evaporated milk"?

========================================================= After a quiet New Year we took ourselves off to the New Forest for three nights in the excellent Passford House Hotel nr Lymington.

The Passford House Hotel Welcoming Committee
It was such a nice place we stayed a fourth night and sod the expense. On the first morning while Pam met up with a nursing chum I went to Mudeford Quay, a place I've always liked and had a stroll with my camera. Boring photos of the Needles follow along with some swans landing on the water and lots of boaty stuff.

A View of Christchurch Priory across the water

To Buckler's Hard which has changed a lot since I was there 20+ years ago. There is now an excellent museum which most unusually Pam not only entered but enjoyed.

Buckler's Hard where the great Sir Francis Chichester sailed  on August 12th 1966 before circumnavigating the world.
Some shots of the grounds at Passford House including a splendid Monet Garden which looks good now and will look wonderful come Springtime

On reflection

Not sure what Concord had to do with Monet...

Down to Lymington to meet former neighbours Matthew and Katie who left Berko last Feb to set up home and business on the coast. We met at The Haven Bar overlooking Lymington Yacht Haven. It was good to meet up with them and they were in good form. (

Down in the Forest and Pam goes walkabout.


An unfortunate piece of labeling

Now the birthday approaches. Next Sunday. Not a significant birthday though at my age every birthday is significant. Trying a new venue this year, The Golden Eagle at Ashley Green which has been taken by the Tenant of the George and Dragon, Northchurch and his chef, Tim has moved up there so live in hopes. 18 of us going at present so should be jolly. I'll let you know next time. 

Popped in to see Mike P on Tuesday-he's well thank you-though a bit low on visitors. Anyway my reason for publishing this picture is that it is a selfie (still sounds distasteful to me but not as distasteful as a selfie stick!) BUT when I took it I was sitting on Mike's right. So I took this tasteful self portrait complete with New Orleans woolly hat and same thing happened-I was actually holding my left hand in Corbynistic pose.

Explain please. It's beyond me.

Until the next time dear friends

Friday, 28 December 2018

Did I have a good Christmas?
Yes. Thank you for asking. Absolutely marvellous.
Nobody was ill and most importantly not me. The weather was a doddle. The food fantastic and the company most agreeable.

 I was tasked with buying a turkey crown whilst visiting Whitstable (see last riveting blog)
I found this baby in the local Sainsbury's. It was reduced to half price! Very proud I texted a picture to Pam to show how clever I was.
The response was not encouraging. The label showed a best  before date of 23rd December so my trolley had to give up its booty. Well almost. I figured as it was only the 20th I'd grab the bargain anyway and treat myself to a solo early Christmas dinner and curry the rest. Before roasting I placed a couple of red onion halves alongside and discovered what I had bought was, in fact, more like something from a Jules Verne adventure

It was in fact quite a tough old bird and the currying improved it considerably so, not for the first time, Pam was right. She bought one in Waitrose. It was beautiful

Back to the boat and the mooring tree is lit up. A joy to behold though the porthole.

The tree on board adds to the tasteful effect
Christmas Eve and the Lamb Nomads meet for drinks at the Highwayman. (This is a group of former customers of the Lamb which still awaits refurbishment. They have sworn never to enjoy a drink till Heineken get their arse in gear-but they swear quite a lot to no effect)

Christmas Day and Pam, Natalie and I went to the Bull for a pre-turkey pint..Look what somebody's dog got for Christmas. Marvellous. Don't you just love dogs and their doting owners.

Merry Christmas with Pam and Natalie, Peter and Kay in Exeter, Ollie and Jessica in Bath and Mac and Carrie on Orkney

and Florence in Faversham

Cool Yule Picture Award goes to Jessica and Ollie

and "Should have put some talc on shiny bald head" award goes to,,,,
Boxing Day and Caz, Philip,Ollie, Joseph, Florence and Mathilda join for lunch and silliness.....and lots of presents

I hope you and yours had a good time and rock on 2019.
This blog was mainly published to get these pictures out amongst the participants to whom I say a very big thank you for such a lovely time. If you weren't there I hope you weren't too bored.

For boating friends here's a picture of our Christmas Gathering a few years back. Why not bring your boat next year....wherever it is

Into the New Year

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