Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
Super sex
I have been told by a close friend (I shall spare her name to save her blushes but it sounds a bit like 'Don't move a muscle Rosalind Russell') that if I don't juice this site up with some spicy stories it'll lose momentum...so...for her sake...:
Sex sex sex sex sex sex exs sex sex exs esxesx xes xdesded xdeesdf dfkhfk mbngk khfks;d sex sex sex kjasdg ksdjhgf glp o opr 90 56un ortg00c t344t53y 8434 645 5 32oiru28rjv 9dyqrq32o45ji2345hi45 iivd we4yi45 5=-q 0 9t 9tei reh i 435 34th re ghervb0-vf0b90 0 r9dfg09ergirtg9er09g09ervigerfjvb SEX!
There ya go!
Sex sex sex sex sex sex exs sex sex exs esxesx xes xdesded xdeesdf dfkhfk mbngk khfks;d sex sex sex kjasdg ksdjhgf glp o opr 90 56un ortg00c t344t53y 8434 645 5 32oiru28rjv 9dyqrq32o45ji2345hi45 iivd we4yi45 5=-q 0 9t 9tei reh i 435 34th re ghervb0-vf0b90 0 r9dfg09ergirtg9er09g09ervigerfjvb SEX!
There ya go!
Sunday, December 17, 2006
The man who changed time
Not being the sort to keep my sponging of board and lodging to just one couple, I also dropped in on Helen & Stuart in San Francisco. They proved to be most accommodating. Helen subsequently has told me that the lasting impression I left (the only one?) was that all the clocks in their house/cars now read the correct time instead of being a random collection of times from around the world. I don't know what this says about me. I didn't really know I had a habit of doing this but apparently so. Maybe I'm borderline autistic. Maybe so. Alright, less of the borderline perhaps.
Helen & Stuart had Chris, Holly, Brent & Dana over for dinner one night. Weird that Chris & Helen know a lot of the same folk (Seb, Davey, Steve) but had never met. Here's some snaps from the evening and also Halloween:
Stuart, Helen and son James along with an impressive cheese board.
Chris & Xavier (Brent & Dana's nipper); Holly & James. James is kindly letting Holly sniff BoBo the toy dog. That's nice. I think she likes it.
Brent with James and then with wife Dana. The op should sort out his dodgy spies.
Halloween is BIG in the States. Here's family Kibby getting dressed up to go to Stuart's boss's Halloween party. Stuart really didn't want to go. I can't blame him. I think Martha is a bug of some sort. SWEEEET. Not sure how it fitted into the Braveheart theme. Maybe she's a midge?
Martha & James in a giant clam at the Monterey aquarium. They had a baby great white shark in one of the tanks. Cooool. Love aquariums!
Helen & Stuart had Chris, Holly, Brent & Dana over for dinner one night. Weird that Chris & Helen know a lot of the same folk (Seb, Davey, Steve) but had never met. Here's some snaps from the evening and also Halloween:
Stuart, Helen and son James along with an impressive cheese board.
Chris & Xavier (Brent & Dana's nipper); Holly & James. James is kindly letting Holly sniff BoBo the toy dog. That's nice. I think she likes it.
Brent with James and then with wife Dana. The op should sort out his dodgy spies.
Halloween is BIG in the States. Here's family Kibby getting dressed up to go to Stuart's boss's Halloween party. Stuart really didn't want to go. I can't blame him. I think Martha is a bug of some sort. SWEEEET. Not sure how it fitted into the Braveheart theme. Maybe she's a midge?
Martha & James in a giant clam at the Monterey aquarium. They had a baby great white shark in one of the tanks. Cooool. Love aquariums!
Avast behind!
As previously mentioned I had arranged to meet that rake and ne'er do well Baz in San Francisco who was in town mucking about with boats. It was a grey day in the Bay but I made it down to take some snaps of the salty sea dog types splicing the mizzen boom and keel hauling limpets etc etc.
Probably not of too much interest to anyone but Baz and perhaps the people taking part, but seeings as the race was beingn televised, why would they check out my meagre collection of snaps when they can no doubt watch the feature length DVD?
Still, here they are:
Not a bad back drop when your fooling about in boats.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Bedford Stories
I have been asked by a friend to describe my adopted home county of Bedfordshire for a couple of their friends that are leaving Australia to relocate to this verdant, rich and Eden-esque land. All I can say is, they won't regret it. Come on, do you really think that's all I can say? Get a grip.
Geography:
There is a distinct division between the north and south of Bedfordshire. The north (where I lived) is a land of gently rolling hills dominated by the beautiful Great Ouse Valley (currently third on the waiting list to be elevated to a World Heritage Site). The valley sides are a patchwork quilt of wheat fields, the golden swathes of oil seed rape & flax flowers and knots of thick natural woodland. It rarely rains in north Beds.
South Beds below the 'Elstow Divide' on the other hand is a barren wasteland of brussels sprout fields and bogland. It smells of wet cabbage.
History:
Bedfordshire has spawned many famous sons and daughters the majority of them coming from north Beds apart from perhaps the most famous, John Bunyan who wrote The Pilgrim's Progress. John Bunyan came from just south of the 'Elstow Divide' and was a known criminal. In fact he wrote his filthy works in prison. Bunyan used the words 'goblin' and 'foul fiend' too much. Bunyan sported a moustache. A south Bedser through and through and best overlooked when talking about Bedfordshire and its history.
Another (and less dubious) Bedfordian was Frederick Gustavus Burnaby (1842-1885). He explored a lot of Asia and helped 'educate' the natives and savages, even bringing some home to Bedford at his own expense although he naturally recouped the passage fees by allowing them to work for him for free. A virtual saint from Biddenham, north Beds.
Other famous sons and daughters include:
Charles Wells - genius brewer whose family owned brewery now produces fine ales and also brews Red Stripe lager (as found throughout the Caribbean, which funnily enough has a similar climate to north Beds)
Harold Abrahams (1899-1978) - gold medal olympic sprinter at the 1924 games in Paris courtesy of his atheistic attitude and his main rivals refusal to sprint on the Sabbath - a win's a win though
Glenn Miller - contrary to popular belief he was actually from Bedford and wasn't American at all; some think he is still alive and living in the woods of north Beds; this wouldn't surprise me
Terry Waite - famous kidnap victim who once expressed his wish to have been from Bedford
Paula Radcliffe - did you see her in the last London marathon? I think she must be a south Bedser
Joe Bugner - Heavy Weight Boxing World Champion and koy carp breeder from Pavenham, north Beds
Tim Foster - Olympic gold medal oarsman, Sydney 2000 and fine seller of wet fish
Ronnie Barker - comic genius, enough said!
Bedford has a castle. It's more a mound really but it's pretty impressive for a mound. The cradle of civilisation has been traced to a small hamlet, Chellington, near my home village of Carlton. The world's oldest example of an abacus was excavated there along with what is credited to be the first piece of printed paper upon which was the single word 'ramification'. How odd.
Industry:
Apart from the above mentioned Charles Wells brewing empire, north Beds has a very healthy economy producing virtually every conceivable type of product from bio-micro processors to throwing knives. A lot of people in north Beds do not need to work on account of a devilishly clever local taxation rebate system.
In south Beds there is only one main industry - hat making. With the decline in the hat wearing population the factories have not been able to modernise to current manufacturing practices and still run off coal and steam. The average age of a hat factory worker in south Beds is 12. Life expectancy is 19.
Food:
Many people do not realise the contribution north Beds cuisine has made to the traditional British menu and its current revival. The mainstay of the north Beds lunchbox is the Bedfordshire Clanger - a suet pasty with a meat filling in one end and a sweet (usually ambrosia or raspberry jam) in the other. You need no other food stuff!
Geography:
There is a distinct division between the north and south of Bedfordshire. The north (where I lived) is a land of gently rolling hills dominated by the beautiful Great Ouse Valley (currently third on the waiting list to be elevated to a World Heritage Site). The valley sides are a patchwork quilt of wheat fields, the golden swathes of oil seed rape & flax flowers and knots of thick natural woodland. It rarely rains in north Beds.
South Beds below the 'Elstow Divide' on the other hand is a barren wasteland of brussels sprout fields and bogland. It smells of wet cabbage.
History:
Bedfordshire has spawned many famous sons and daughters the majority of them coming from north Beds apart from perhaps the most famous, John Bunyan who wrote The Pilgrim's Progress. John Bunyan came from just south of the 'Elstow Divide' and was a known criminal. In fact he wrote his filthy works in prison. Bunyan used the words 'goblin' and 'foul fiend' too much. Bunyan sported a moustache. A south Bedser through and through and best overlooked when talking about Bedfordshire and its history.
Another (and less dubious) Bedfordian was Frederick Gustavus Burnaby (1842-1885). He explored a lot of Asia and helped 'educate' the natives and savages, even bringing some home to Bedford at his own expense although he naturally recouped the passage fees by allowing them to work for him for free. A virtual saint from Biddenham, north Beds.
Other famous sons and daughters include:
Charles Wells - genius brewer whose family owned brewery now produces fine ales and also brews Red Stripe lager (as found throughout the Caribbean, which funnily enough has a similar climate to north Beds)
Harold Abrahams (1899-1978) - gold medal olympic sprinter at the 1924 games in Paris courtesy of his atheistic attitude and his main rivals refusal to sprint on the Sabbath - a win's a win though
Glenn Miller - contrary to popular belief he was actually from Bedford and wasn't American at all; some think he is still alive and living in the woods of north Beds; this wouldn't surprise me
Terry Waite - famous kidnap victim who once expressed his wish to have been from Bedford
Paula Radcliffe - did you see her in the last London marathon? I think she must be a south Bedser
Joe Bugner - Heavy Weight Boxing World Champion and koy carp breeder from Pavenham, north Beds
Tim Foster - Olympic gold medal oarsman, Sydney 2000 and fine seller of wet fish
Ronnie Barker - comic genius, enough said!
Bedford has a castle. It's more a mound really but it's pretty impressive for a mound. The cradle of civilisation has been traced to a small hamlet, Chellington, near my home village of Carlton. The world's oldest example of an abacus was excavated there along with what is credited to be the first piece of printed paper upon which was the single word 'ramification'. How odd.
Industry:
Apart from the above mentioned Charles Wells brewing empire, north Beds has a very healthy economy producing virtually every conceivable type of product from bio-micro processors to throwing knives. A lot of people in north Beds do not need to work on account of a devilishly clever local taxation rebate system.
In south Beds there is only one main industry - hat making. With the decline in the hat wearing population the factories have not been able to modernise to current manufacturing practices and still run off coal and steam. The average age of a hat factory worker in south Beds is 12. Life expectancy is 19.
Food:
Many people do not realise the contribution north Beds cuisine has made to the traditional British menu and its current revival. The mainstay of the north Beds lunchbox is the Bedfordshire Clanger - a suet pasty with a meat filling in one end and a sweet (usually ambrosia or raspberry jam) in the other. You need no other food stuff!
There is no food stuff from south Beds worthy of note other than animal fodder grade brussels sprouts.
Leaves on line
Some of you, the sharp eyed amongst you perhaps, will have noticed there's been a bit of a delay in updating the BligBlagBlog. A case of 'leaves on the line' as Churchy aptly put it. Also I seem to be stuck in San Francisco when in reality I am wending my way back to Auckland to depart New Zealand for Australia after a month and a half here. Ooops. I better get a wriggle on or I'll end up a country, nay a continent behind schedule! ON ON.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Muttering nuttering
Don't know what it is about San Francisco but there are a lot of muttering nutters wandering the slopey streets, more than the average I would say. I mean, most of them seem harmless enough or at least I didn't end up with a knife in my ribs, just the occasional unwanted hand shake or even a hug. Another reason to wash my hair - like attracts like, right?
I heard one rumour that El Presidente Bush offered any jabbering crazy the one-way fare to California as payback on the state for being liberal and generally anti-American or something. Then again in the words of Lou Reed "Don't believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear." He also said "...you can't always trust your mother" but my mother seems pretty trustworthy so maybe I shouldn't trust Lou's pearls of wisdom. Or is my mother hiding her dark side from me? Who knows?
Let's GO!
I heard one rumour that El Presidente Bush offered any jabbering crazy the one-way fare to California as payback on the state for being liberal and generally anti-American or something. Then again in the words of Lou Reed "Don't believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear." He also said "...you can't always trust your mother" but my mother seems pretty trustworthy so maybe I shouldn't trust Lou's pearls of wisdom. Or is my mother hiding her dark side from me? Who knows?
Let's GO!
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