W is for Wheels, Water and a Wedding
| Can I complete the whole of Round 9 of ABC Wednesday based on our four week stay in South Africa in February? Click on the photos to enlarge. |
I have two wheels to show you for the letter W, although the first is a bit of a cheat because we saw it in Holland en route to Cape Town.
We flew with KLM and our connecting flight at Amsterdam Airport was delayed, so we had a wander outside which is where we came across the Wheel of Energy on the left.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale*
Day three in the police protection programme and we’re at a bit of a loose end. There’s not a lot to do in Cleckhuddersfax.
Mrs P has taken up knitting cakes, a popular past-time in these parts it seems. She picked up the pattern book at a local charity shop. It was good as new, apart from a few expletives scrawled on the cover in crayon.
Things I Hate About Christmas
Don’t get me wrong, this is not a Bah! Humbug! post. I may have to spend it in our new home in Cleckhuddersfax, but not even that prospect can dampen my spirit.
I’ve always enjoyed the Christmas season and suspect I always will, yet that doesn’t mean there aren’t some things about it that irritate me. Like the free gift wrapping service on offer in the department stores.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety*
The police come in for a lot of criticism these days, but they’re still the people to turn to when you’re in trouble. When I explained what I’d posted about cross-dressing in Yorkshire, there was a panda car round the front of our house before you could say Maurice Wilson.
The senior detective who turned up to interview me looked exactly like the David Jason character in A Touch of Frost, even down to the trilby and dated moustache.
Read the rest of ‘Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety*’
Cross Cross-dressers
I was somewhat taken aback by by the heated reaction to my post about Maurice Wilson yesterday. There was me thinking I was celebrating the life of a forgotten Yorkshireman and all I get are insults and denials.
I told the tale straight (no pun intended), or at least with no more tongue-in-cheek than I would have used had Maurice been a Lancastrian.
Yorkshire Transvestite Conquers Everest
My virtual acquaintance, Mr Pudding, has been extolling the contributions that his fellow Yorkshiremen have made to the world, for good or ill. From George Bamber who devised the first double yellow lines to the metaphysical poetry of Andrew Marvell.
This bout of county pride has come as something of a surprise. It is rare for a Yorkshireman to be so boastful, given their usual shy and self-effacing nature, and this venture into extraversion is to be encouraged.
Party Time
We went to our first (and possibly last) Christmas party last night and it was absolute bedlam.
It was the annual Chadkirk Dog Training Club bash and there were forty or fifty people and dogs present, many in fancy dress. (The dogs, not the owners.)
V is for Victoria, Vineyards and Vuvuzela
| Can I complete the whole of Round 9 of ABC Wednesday based on our four week stay in South Africa in February? Click on the photos to enlarge. |
My first V from Cape Town is the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront, a very colourful place as you can see from the ladies who had been singing with their choir.
And it is Victoria and Alfred, not Victoria and Albert. Construction on the harbour was begun by Prince Alfred in 1860, the first basin being named after him and the second after his mother, Queen Victoria.
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Dangers of Live Broadcasting
Yesterday was the busiest day of the year for the Royal Mail which was expecting to deal with 130 million Christmas cards and parcels as well as the usual slurry of business mail, household bills and junk mail.
Naturally, the BBC covered this staple seasonal news item by sending a reporter to broadcast live from the Mount Pleasant sorting office in London for the breakfast show in Five Live.
Haberdashery
We risked the Christmas shopping crowds yesterday to take a trip into Stockport to buy a few gifts.
Actually, it isn’t the queues at the tills that are the problem in our nearest town — we didn’t have to wait more than a few minutes to be served — but finding a place to park your car can be a nightmare at this time of year.
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