Isn't this year going quickly...just 49 days to Christmas I'm told. I think it was a hint.
Here's some pics I've taken this month...nothing particularly special - I think I must be losing my touch!
The ghostly baker:
A spidery friend:
He really does have two front legs:
They're just red lines:
Isn't the Med beautiful:
Cute dog:
Wouldn't you just sail away:
They built these churches...:
...after they built this one...seems extravagant to me:
grafitti in Lebanon:
Byblos port:
In Lebanon I wanted a picture of a cedar tree and this woman kept standing in front of it:
Leaf on cobbles:
There are two types of shoes shop in Lebanon:
...and this is the other:
statuettes in Beirut museum:
Hope you all have a fabulous weekend!
Once upon a time this was about Me and The Boy. The it was Me, The Boy, The Cat and The Cat's Mother. And now, I'm not sure who it's about. How life changes when you least expect it!
Friday, 5 November 2010
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Johnny No Mates
I can't say I'm not more than a little disappointed. In fact it's fair to say I'm 'heartbroken'. It's been my proud boast over the last several months that Lloyd Cole is following me on twitter. Being stalked by a celebrity I regard as an achievement of no small measure.
Last night we went to see the man playing at the Komedia in Brighton...it's a long way, but the fight through the rush hour traffic was worthwhile as he played brilliantly. So I tweeted to say how fab he was. I expected some sort of reply; at least an acknowledgement. But nothing. Not a single peep from the digital ether. How ungrateful.
It was only this morning that I looked through my list of followers on Twitter. It's not a long list. A quick glance was sufficient to see that Lloyd has abandoned me. I don't know why. I don't know what I've done. So my only lasting souvenir of the night is a couple of new CDs that he was flogging and the alcohol stickiness from the floor of the Komedia on the bottom of my shoes.
Perhaps tomorrow's performance in Islington will be better. Tube strike allowing.
In the meantime I need a brand new friend
Last night we went to see the man playing at the Komedia in Brighton...it's a long way, but the fight through the rush hour traffic was worthwhile as he played brilliantly. So I tweeted to say how fab he was. I expected some sort of reply; at least an acknowledgement. But nothing. Not a single peep from the digital ether. How ungrateful.
It was only this morning that I looked through my list of followers on Twitter. It's not a long list. A quick glance was sufficient to see that Lloyd has abandoned me. I don't know why. I don't know what I've done. So my only lasting souvenir of the night is a couple of new CDs that he was flogging and the alcohol stickiness from the floor of the Komedia on the bottom of my shoes.
Perhaps tomorrow's performance in Islington will be better. Tube strike allowing.
In the meantime I need a brand new friend
Monday, 1 November 2010
Retail therapy
I'd been summoned to the bank this morning for a review. Well those were the words used by the schoolboy sitting in front of me, and I assume they were for the benefit of his teacher who was sitting next to him...and probably holding his hand. Whilst the reality was that I'd asked to see him - I always think that a regular face to face meeting is the best way of heading off any problems before they become PROBLEMS. But I'd been thrown for the second time in a week to be confronted by someone who should probably be spending their time studying or playing on an X-Box. It's most disconcerting indeed. Why am I staying the same age whilst the rest of the world gets younger?
The weekend had been full of its own challenges. We'd gone to a glass workshop to pick up a piece which we'd paid for a couple of months ago, but allowed them to keep as an exhibit for a while. I'd been in earlier on in the week to confirm we'd be there on Saturday to collect it, but was hardly surprised when it hadn't been packed up (it's very delicate so needs a lot of wrapping), nor had the artists autograph been collected as promised. In fact the girl at the counter (daughter of the owners) despaired at the hopelessness of the situation as she hadn't been told we'd be coming. "Too may cooks" she said. We went off for lunch and came back an hour later...
By contrast, the TV shop manager where we'd gone to get a new one nearly drove me to murder with his inability to stop talking and telling us completely irrelevant nonsense, "Do you have pets?" "No" "Well this one is good if you do" "We don't" "It's got a glass front so the screen won't get damaged if the dog should jump up". "All these are 3D" "We don't want 3D" "Well if you want 3D we've got this one, this one this one or this one". "We don't want 3D" "You'll have seen the Sony advertising" "No" "We'd like a 42" LED TV with Freeview HD" "Well the purest like a plasma screen, but that doesn't mean it's a better picture. There's no difference between LED and LCD expect the ambient lighting. LED TVs don't have a widget which LCD TVs have...and that's the bit that fails most often." etc, etc. I'd have walked out and gone to Richer Sounds, but The Cat's Mother wanted to buy at the local shop. I thought he got the message when he said "You seem as though you know what you're looking for", but that didn't seem to stop him and his verbal diarrhoea.
I'm never going shopping again. Actually I suspect I've turned into a grumpy old man. Fortunately we bought the TV that turns itself off if you fall asleep whilst watching it...and that may well come in at my time of life....
The weekend had been full of its own challenges. We'd gone to a glass workshop to pick up a piece which we'd paid for a couple of months ago, but allowed them to keep as an exhibit for a while. I'd been in earlier on in the week to confirm we'd be there on Saturday to collect it, but was hardly surprised when it hadn't been packed up (it's very delicate so needs a lot of wrapping), nor had the artists autograph been collected as promised. In fact the girl at the counter (daughter of the owners) despaired at the hopelessness of the situation as she hadn't been told we'd be coming. "Too may cooks" she said. We went off for lunch and came back an hour later...
By contrast, the TV shop manager where we'd gone to get a new one nearly drove me to murder with his inability to stop talking and telling us completely irrelevant nonsense, "Do you have pets?" "No" "Well this one is good if you do" "We don't" "It's got a glass front so the screen won't get damaged if the dog should jump up". "All these are 3D" "We don't want 3D" "Well if you want 3D we've got this one, this one this one or this one". "We don't want 3D" "You'll have seen the Sony advertising" "No" "We'd like a 42" LED TV with Freeview HD" "Well the purest like a plasma screen, but that doesn't mean it's a better picture. There's no difference between LED and LCD expect the ambient lighting. LED TVs don't have a widget which LCD TVs have...and that's the bit that fails most often." etc, etc. I'd have walked out and gone to Richer Sounds, but The Cat's Mother wanted to buy at the local shop. I thought he got the message when he said "You seem as though you know what you're looking for", but that didn't seem to stop him and his verbal diarrhoea.
I'm never going shopping again. Actually I suspect I've turned into a grumpy old man. Fortunately we bought the TV that turns itself off if you fall asleep whilst watching it...and that may well come in at my time of life....