Sunday, February 07, 2010
Evil veggies...
We're off to see the spectronator very soon. I've been awake since 5 am. It hasn't taken long to finish my sleeve, only 2 years and 2 months! Photos to follow.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Dig Forest dig...
For the first time in ages I went down t'lottie yesterday. Well I had been down to collect my seed spuds but hadn't stayed on Wednesday. I had seen how much work I need to do with most of the plot covered with a layer or weed.
After an hour or so I was made up with my efforts. I hardly stopped in the time I was there. No sitting down for a coffee and a smoke. Amazing what a difference a couple of weeks without smoking makes on your fitness.
Other news... Kim and Barry came back for a few days so we spent Friday evening with them in The Dove. Donna and Barry didn't fall out!
Saturday evening it was time to go back to The Dove for Dom's 40th birthday party. We had a really good time with some fun friends. If anyone finds their cameras or phones that were lost last night I might get to see the photos.
I think today is a day of chillin before Donna starts her new job tomorrow, I've already had a good walk round Christchurch park with the little doggie and Donna has been to fat fighters...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
it's not Donna it's from me Crash... She's obsessed with facebook and won't blog anymore...
Before I get the text telling me to blog and because I've been up since 4am coughing I thought I'd blog.
I got the lurgy from my good lady at the end of last week. It starts with a very sore throat and headache then gets a little better then comes back and hits you when you're down. I'm in the getting hit when down phase now.
Right so in between the getting hit and sore throat we visited Southport. We left when Donna got home from work and the boys back from school. I was expecting tailbacks everywhere and the trip to take us 8 hours, double our normal journey. It didn't so that was a result. El Freako's car is off the road with some sort of engine management problem but he still wouldn't come out with us. He was left to play Buzz with the boys, PS3 and Wii, we went to the Brick. The bouncers don't like my shoes! Southport is still one of those places that insist on lads/men wearing shoes when they go out. No trainers policy rules! Personally I can't see the point of it. If a chavvy scumbag wants a fight then the fact he has a pair of shoes on isn't going to stop him. Neither is the fact that he has his brand new up to the minute in fashion trainers. But it makes the bouncers (sorry door staff or whatever the correct PC term is for the little Hitlers today.) feel like they've saved the world from total wipe out by stopping any ones freedom of expression... Anyhoo I'm off on a little rant so back to the blog... When we got past Adolf we found out that The Scarisbrick was holding a beer festival. What a result. We enjoyed 5 or 6 different dark ales and also picked up the latest copy of "Ale and Hearty" the local Camra mag. On the front cover was a shop now open in Southport called "The Inn beer shop" 270 different beers from around the world... Where were we going to go on Saturday I hear you ask... So back to the Brick and the fact that I always forget until I return how conventional Southport is. We were sat at the bar, it was busy with little space for people to get served. I saw this oldish man heading in our direction, he stood a few feet back took a look at Donna and shook his head. This week Donna has only got a streak of pink in her hair but even that was too much for Southport. Blue rinse is acceptable pink streaks are not. He'd also clocked the tattoo so I'm not sure which one he was shaking his head at tattoo or pink. He then had to touch Donna's tattoo. I've had this done a couple of times by very drunk ladies in the pub and if you're more sober than them you really don't want it but something gives people the right to touch when they've had a pint. If you're wondering it doesn't feel any different to non tattooed skin. So he rambled on for a bit then a few minutes later old drunk slapper comes over. She was telling Donna how great Donna is and how great it is that Donna has the balls to have pink in her hair and blah blah blah... If it's so great go home and wash your minging hair and put some colour in it... But as always we just nod and smile and think I wish he/she would piss off so we can have a nice time with my daughter.
So we get all the gossip and Natty Nu Nu blows us out so we head back to the flat. El Freako has taken himself off to bed( I think he wasn't happy because he didn't win at Buzz) and we organise the beds for us and the boys. It's a bit of a squeeze but Dyl likes sleeping in the kitchen!
When we get organised on Saturday I make everyone go over to the park so I can take some portraits of them on one of my newest old cameras. I'll have to upload the photos when I finish the film and get it developed. We then go to The Swan chippy for dinner. You can't beat a plate full of fish chips n peas with bread n butter and a cuppa on the side. Better still is that we are t'up North where they're civilised enough to take the skin off the fish so you can eat it all. I always do anyway but I know lots of people that won't. So when we leave some of our party hear comments like "Well that was a different family wasn't it." FOR CHRIST'S SAKE IT'S A BIT OF PINK IN HER HAIR AND I'VE GOT A TRILBY ON... Even the fish fryer must of had the nod because he popped his head out of the kitchen door on our way past.
We had a little mooch around town and I told my daughters that it must be them that people are looking at. Don't tell her but I think it's Sam's roots showing that is getting us noticed... We then pop down to the shop from the front cover of the beer mag. We need one of these closer to home. I'm going to show the article to Adi The Dove landlord and see if I can plant a seed... £18 worse off I go for the car and we chill at Sam n Robzies place for the night.
Sunday Sam has to work and we pack and leave for Tattoo Freeze in Telford. It's the first time this show has been put on. We thought the boys might like it too because not only were there tattoo artists but they had roller derby, BMX, skateboards and custom cars and bikes, along with art shows and a photography competition. All in all a good day but I was feeling shitty again and everybody had work the next day so at 4ish we headed off home.
Have a look at Flickr for our photos of the weekend and I'll put the portraits up soon as I get them back.
I got the lurgy from my good lady at the end of last week. It starts with a very sore throat and headache then gets a little better then comes back and hits you when you're down. I'm in the getting hit when down phase now.
Right so in between the getting hit and sore throat we visited Southport. We left when Donna got home from work and the boys back from school. I was expecting tailbacks everywhere and the trip to take us 8 hours, double our normal journey. It didn't so that was a result. El Freako's car is off the road with some sort of engine management problem but he still wouldn't come out with us. He was left to play Buzz with the boys, PS3 and Wii, we went to the Brick. The bouncers don't like my shoes! Southport is still one of those places that insist on lads/men wearing shoes when they go out. No trainers policy rules! Personally I can't see the point of it. If a chavvy scumbag wants a fight then the fact he has a pair of shoes on isn't going to stop him. Neither is the fact that he has his brand new up to the minute in fashion trainers. But it makes the bouncers (sorry door staff or whatever the correct PC term is for the little Hitlers today.) feel like they've saved the world from total wipe out by stopping any ones freedom of expression... Anyhoo I'm off on a little rant so back to the blog... When we got past Adolf we found out that The Scarisbrick was holding a beer festival. What a result. We enjoyed 5 or 6 different dark ales and also picked up the latest copy of "Ale and Hearty" the local Camra mag. On the front cover was a shop now open in Southport called "The Inn beer shop" 270 different beers from around the world... Where were we going to go on Saturday I hear you ask... So back to the Brick and the fact that I always forget until I return how conventional Southport is. We were sat at the bar, it was busy with little space for people to get served. I saw this oldish man heading in our direction, he stood a few feet back took a look at Donna and shook his head. This week Donna has only got a streak of pink in her hair but even that was too much for Southport. Blue rinse is acceptable pink streaks are not. He'd also clocked the tattoo so I'm not sure which one he was shaking his head at tattoo or pink. He then had to touch Donna's tattoo. I've had this done a couple of times by very drunk ladies in the pub and if you're more sober than them you really don't want it but something gives people the right to touch when they've had a pint. If you're wondering it doesn't feel any different to non tattooed skin. So he rambled on for a bit then a few minutes later old drunk slapper comes over. She was telling Donna how great Donna is and how great it is that Donna has the balls to have pink in her hair and blah blah blah... If it's so great go home and wash your minging hair and put some colour in it... But as always we just nod and smile and think I wish he/she would piss off so we can have a nice time with my daughter.
So we get all the gossip and Natty Nu Nu blows us out so we head back to the flat. El Freako has taken himself off to bed( I think he wasn't happy because he didn't win at Buzz) and we organise the beds for us and the boys. It's a bit of a squeeze but Dyl likes sleeping in the kitchen!
When we get organised on Saturday I make everyone go over to the park so I can take some portraits of them on one of my newest old cameras. I'll have to upload the photos when I finish the film and get it developed. We then go to The Swan chippy for dinner. You can't beat a plate full of fish chips n peas with bread n butter and a cuppa on the side. Better still is that we are t'up North where they're civilised enough to take the skin off the fish so you can eat it all. I always do anyway but I know lots of people that won't. So when we leave some of our party hear comments like "Well that was a different family wasn't it." FOR CHRIST'S SAKE IT'S A BIT OF PINK IN HER HAIR AND I'VE GOT A TRILBY ON... Even the fish fryer must of had the nod because he popped his head out of the kitchen door on our way past.
We had a little mooch around town and I told my daughters that it must be them that people are looking at. Don't tell her but I think it's Sam's roots showing that is getting us noticed... We then pop down to the shop from the front cover of the beer mag. We need one of these closer to home. I'm going to show the article to Adi The Dove landlord and see if I can plant a seed... £18 worse off I go for the car and we chill at Sam n Robzies place for the night.
Sunday Sam has to work and we pack and leave for Tattoo Freeze in Telford. It's the first time this show has been put on. We thought the boys might like it too because not only were there tattoo artists but they had roller derby, BMX, skateboards and custom cars and bikes, along with art shows and a photography competition. All in all a good day but I was feeling shitty again and everybody had work the next day so at 4ish we headed off home.
Have a look at Flickr for our photos of the weekend and I'll put the portraits up soon as I get them back.
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog.
I'm always getting told off by somebody that doesn't even have a blog to do more blog posts... Facebook seems to of taken the place of blogging these days. The only down side to that is that if you are as popular as me and have soooo many friends, you get so many status updates you sometimes miss the important ones when they get pushed out of the way by people playing bloody farmville or bejeweled blitz or whatever stooopid game they play.
So I'll sit here anyway and stuff the last of the Christmas cookies and sweets into my already slightly above perfect fighting weight belly and think of something to say...
The Christmas sales were a blinkin expensive time for us. I wanted and needed a new bed. My sleep is bad enough without not being comfortable. So off we went. I'd looked on t'internet at prices and spring count and all that jazz, we went to a local bed manufacturer and let him talk us into the 2nd most expensive bed in the warehouse. He said it might be 2nd most expensive but it's the best bed they make. They only do the more expensive one for people that look on t'internet and find beds with 6,000,000 springs and say that's what they want. Otherwise if people do listen to him he'll tell you the best and save you a little bit of money. Soon as we ordered it I've hardly been able to sleep. It's like our bed got more and more uncumfy by the minute. I can't wait for Friday morning when the local furniture project come and take Dyl's bunkbeds and our double matress away and bring a new matress for George (he's having our bed) and our new one arrives. So we've had a mammouth bed moving session with everyone getting something different. I'm just going to go to bed Friday afternoon and not get up till I have to go to work on Sat morning.
The other slightly expensive thing we bought is our new kar! I say kar coz that's going to go on the plate. We've got the BUS now we're having HU51 Kar. It's going on our new Fiat 500. We'll it is pre registered, it had a whole 11 miles on the clock when Donna took it for a test drive and broke it! It came back stinking of burning and we stil bought it... They've promised that they have fixed it, it didn't break when I drove it a few days later.
It has brought back memories of the 500 my Dad had with the engine in the back which on a long journey made the back seats very hot. I can remember it being in the garage a lot of the time with my Dad filling it and rubbing it down ready to repaint... I do hope they are better now!
The trip to school was slow this morning in "The big freeze" I bet Mr Pringle is laughing at us over here... "They don't know what snow is blah blah blah..."
Our schools never closed in bad weather. We still had outside toilets when I was at primary school in Halton. We were also allowed to go outside at break and throw balls of snow at each other or even heaven forbid we made really slippy bits of snow and all skidded along it. You'd most probably get arrested for doing that these days. So I'll be making the trip back very soon because the little darlings are getting sent home early. I've no idea why. It's not even snowing now.
I think I'll become a teacher because at the dock over the last couple of days very little work has been done but last night they were good enough to let the blokes go at 4.30am after sitting in the messrooms from 7pm. Happy Christmas Mr Scrooge! The shift before they let everyone go at the same time and in the rush I've heard there was a 20 car shunt in the carpark!
Last thing before the school run... I got the pink beast back a while ago with yet another piston in it. I also had a new big carb fitted. The scooter only lasted a few miles before I couldn't get it to start one morning. Wattsie came round a week or so later to look at it and took the carb apart. He found that the float was split and full of petrol so it wasn't doing what it says on the can it was sinking and flooding the engine. When he put a new float in he got it started, then turned it off to check the plug again. When he tried to start it again it wouldn't go. He kicked and kicked it, then took the carb apart again. He said it's dry what's up there, then checked the fuel tank... Oh how I laughed when he found it was empty.... I said a good mechanic would of checked that first... He wasn't impressed!
Right off to put the chains on the tyres and find my snow shoes. I'm going out and I may be some time.
So I'll sit here anyway and stuff the last of the Christmas cookies and sweets into my already slightly above perfect fighting weight belly and think of something to say...
The Christmas sales were a blinkin expensive time for us. I wanted and needed a new bed. My sleep is bad enough without not being comfortable. So off we went. I'd looked on t'internet at prices and spring count and all that jazz, we went to a local bed manufacturer and let him talk us into the 2nd most expensive bed in the warehouse. He said it might be 2nd most expensive but it's the best bed they make. They only do the more expensive one for people that look on t'internet and find beds with 6,000,000 springs and say that's what they want. Otherwise if people do listen to him he'll tell you the best and save you a little bit of money. Soon as we ordered it I've hardly been able to sleep. It's like our bed got more and more uncumfy by the minute. I can't wait for Friday morning when the local furniture project come and take Dyl's bunkbeds and our double matress away and bring a new matress for George (he's having our bed) and our new one arrives. So we've had a mammouth bed moving session with everyone getting something different. I'm just going to go to bed Friday afternoon and not get up till I have to go to work on Sat morning.
The other slightly expensive thing we bought is our new kar! I say kar coz that's going to go on the plate. We've got the BUS now we're having HU51 Kar. It's going on our new Fiat 500. We'll it is pre registered, it had a whole 11 miles on the clock when Donna took it for a test drive and broke it! It came back stinking of burning and we stil bought it... They've promised that they have fixed it, it didn't break when I drove it a few days later.
It has brought back memories of the 500 my Dad had with the engine in the back which on a long journey made the back seats very hot. I can remember it being in the garage a lot of the time with my Dad filling it and rubbing it down ready to repaint... I do hope they are better now!
The trip to school was slow this morning in "The big freeze" I bet Mr Pringle is laughing at us over here... "They don't know what snow is blah blah blah..."
Our schools never closed in bad weather. We still had outside toilets when I was at primary school in Halton. We were also allowed to go outside at break and throw balls of snow at each other or even heaven forbid we made really slippy bits of snow and all skidded along it. You'd most probably get arrested for doing that these days. So I'll be making the trip back very soon because the little darlings are getting sent home early. I've no idea why. It's not even snowing now.
I think I'll become a teacher because at the dock over the last couple of days very little work has been done but last night they were good enough to let the blokes go at 4.30am after sitting in the messrooms from 7pm. Happy Christmas Mr Scrooge! The shift before they let everyone go at the same time and in the rush I've heard there was a 20 car shunt in the carpark!
Last thing before the school run... I got the pink beast back a while ago with yet another piston in it. I also had a new big carb fitted. The scooter only lasted a few miles before I couldn't get it to start one morning. Wattsie came round a week or so later to look at it and took the carb apart. He found that the float was split and full of petrol so it wasn't doing what it says on the can it was sinking and flooding the engine. When he put a new float in he got it started, then turned it off to check the plug again. When he tried to start it again it wouldn't go. He kicked and kicked it, then took the carb apart again. He said it's dry what's up there, then checked the fuel tank... Oh how I laughed when he found it was empty.... I said a good mechanic would of checked that first... He wasn't impressed!
Right off to put the chains on the tyres and find my snow shoes. I'm going out and I may be some time.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Sophie and Dita
Just scanned this, this morning. I've been looking forward to getting this film back. Couple of lovely shots on this film, just have a look at our Flickr.
Camera bought for £5 at auctions. Halina A1. Expired film, out of date Sept 2007.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Beer fest...
Well I survived! I managed to keep to the halves all afternoon.My top beers were http://www.brentwoodbrewing.co.uk/regular_beers_25.html Marvellous maple mild. I'd like this to be on tap more often. A good session ale.The Black Jack Porter is a winner. http://www.cliffquay.co.uk/ They need to get this beer bottled and sold nationwide. Donna is a lager drinker but was on this and the Marvelous maple all afternoon. I might finally of turned her into a proper beer drinker. http://www.fyneales.com/ccsfiles/beervitalspark.php I hadn't even looked at this one before I went but a friend gave me a sip. I had to go back for more. I found that it had a taste of grapefruit but it didn't mention that in the notes.I started off buying 2 halves of http://www.burtonbridgebrewery.co.uk/Bridge/Beers/Bramble.shtml only because my dog was involved in helping to knock over a drinking buddies beer! First sip I wasn't impressed but once I got into it I was telling others to try it.I finished off with http://www.miltonbrewery.co.uk/beers/marcus-aurelius.html 7.5% by this time I didn't even notice the underlying vanilla richness. but I had been there for 6 hours. I do remember it was velvety though.Let me know if you try any of these and what you think.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Blimey days 8 years...
It was 8 years ago today when my life turned upside down. We met in the Lambretta club of GB chatroom and it went from there. We've had loads more up's than down's well in my opionion anyway.
The thing with boring night shifts is that you get far too much time to think about things. There isn't a day go by when I don't think about the impact my decision had on my children but after hearing yesterday about one of my workmates going to see a specialist after the local hospital couldn't find anything wrong only to be told he has days to live you start to think as my tattoo says you're a long time dead.
Well this was going to be a long post but I think I've said in two paragraphs what I wanted to say. I'll just add if I'd got the same news I could honestly say I've had a scream, thanks to everyone that makes life so much fun for me. Xxx
Oh and I never did get that Lambretta on the road!
The thing with boring night shifts is that you get far too much time to think about things. There isn't a day go by when I don't think about the impact my decision had on my children but after hearing yesterday about one of my workmates going to see a specialist after the local hospital couldn't find anything wrong only to be told he has days to live you start to think as my tattoo says you're a long time dead.
Well this was going to be a long post but I think I've said in two paragraphs what I wanted to say. I'll just add if I'd got the same news I could honestly say I've had a scream, thanks to everyone that makes life so much fun for me. Xxx
Oh and I never did get that Lambretta on the road!
