For goodness sake – shall I just introduce you all to my family? Not only has my father decided to jump on the blogpony but his darling partner Lorrie has too – you can catch her blog here – it is very incisive and witty and has a great title. Oh and you can find my brothers on munterspace here and here. Be nice. See you all in two weeks although I might post in the interim as I have to take the computer on holiday to monitor joint account expenditure (please don’t ask). Besos pop-pickers. xx
Stop Press! Romodad has finally got his act together and got his own blog! (although he can’t (has forgotten how to I think) login at the moment so won’t be able to reply to comments straightaway. I am no doubt going to be giving an emergency overthephone tutorial later…!) It’s called feteaccompli and you can view it here. And then you can watch an excerpt from the best ‘holiday’ film ever – Mr Hulot’s Holiday by legendary and undisputed genius Jacques Tati. I have visited the village and the hotel where it was shot and it hasn’t changed a bit. The village is throwing a 100th birthday for Tati this year which is great. This time tomorrow I will be Chez Gatwick Terminal Du Nord ou Sud – can’t remember and grumpily joining the straining sweaty throngs of the departures queue nightmare. Will try and take as many photo’s as possible without getting taken for a scowling ginger child wielding terrorist.
Simon asked me to put some of my Live Earth pictures up because he likes them. Live Earth is soooo over but here you go anyway. Yes I know I said it would be a bit blogdry around here but I had a spare 20 mins.
Man with bandana on arm
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
one two one two – they stole the show in their snappy green sharkskin suits and trademark yapping
big up to the lady riggers!
Kiedis all paper rock-ponchoed up – I was impressed – and he had knee length Mr T style white baseball socks on too…
Metallica – ouija guitar – gimmickrock if you ask me
Simon abusing permanent marker – his personal favourite after Toilet Duck
Oh yesssss! Went over all the 20 year olds heads – we however (the 30/40 brigade) were loving it
Fabulous.
Burn baby burn..
Cow – a film about cows bums and pooh and methane and climate change and sphincters
What are you doing down there?
Flesh of Flea – most phwoar!
Yes – it’s a windmill and I currently feel like I’m going through it – the mill that is. So just a word of warning that it is going to be even more blogdry than it has been of late round here I am afraid. I’ll be checking in here and there and won’t be far away so please don’t give up on me (as David Soul would say). I’ve got loads of tricky real life stuff to try and face/sort out and am also meant to be going on holiday next week. If I take the computer with me I will no doubt post up a few pictures of the beach to make everyone stuck in London jealous! See you on the other side and thank you to each and every one of you that have commented, e mailed and texted me with your heartwarming thoughts and support. It really does mean so much. Thank you. x
……….made Pimiento Padron – even though I say so myself – they were utterly delicious:
Went to my Dad’s and marvelled at Son of Romo’s first ever experience of the guitar – a small three-stringed thing which he insisted was taken down from the wall for him to play – like a duck to water. Check out the stance! Grandpa promised to re-string it – see the new ones hanging off the end still in their packet. It will have to be strung for a lefty it seems.
listening to music whilst trying to pick out the key by ear
Then we went for a walk and saw this being displayed in the window of the Hackney Gazette HQ, Cambridge Heath Rd.
Incredible.
Spam in my mailbox this morning:
Hi there my friend. I am desperate. First I’m going to kill myself then I’m going to eat my dog unless I get some meds. Perhaps they would feel better if they tucked into a Spam Giftset as above? Who generates spam? How does it work? Why does spam sometimes say really disturbing things like: special offer for you ormulu veneer? Just wondering.
Perhaps it is just me but as I was mooching in the Books Section of last week’s Observer (this week on major catch-up) it irked me that Bill Bryson is suddenly top of the books list….yaawwwwn…….again……zzzzz. I’m sure he is a very nice man but I find his cheerful, humorous writing rather annoying. For me I think he tries a bit too hard. His latest book is not a ‘humorous travel book’, a ‘cheerful travelling companion’ but a memoir.
You can read all about how Bill was made a CBE and read an excerpt from his latest The Life And Times of the Thunderbolt Kid here. Mind you what do I know? I had to google ‘spelling humourous’ to work out how to spell it properly. Apparently the American way is the universal rule. Perhaps I should have consulted one of Bill Bryson’s other publications: Bill Bryson’s Book of Troublesome Words? Bill Bryson books I have read: A Walk In the Woods, Notes From An Island and In A Sunburned Country (didn’t finish).
There was some talk in the comments a few days ago about Hot Gossip – here they are in their former most fabulous glory performing a jaunty jig to “Live and Sleazy: by David ‘Scar’ Hodo (the construction worker from Village People – I kid you not!!). Yes as Cafe Del Nightmare pointed out to me via the powerful medium of ichat – it’s gayweek here for some reason – brought to you in wonderful Romovision. Enjoy.
Rockmother 