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Spotted near Llangoed 11th november

Bird Shit

Here is a picture of me today sitting on a beach in Tenby. Yesterday I was looking at some photographs taken by my facebook friend Vikash among which was was his picture of a piece of bird shit on a wall which he entitled 'Guano'.
Here on the beach in Tenby I am trying to work out how I might comment on this picture that is to say I am actually thinking about Guano. Would you believe it that 10 seconds later a large dollop of the stuff landed on trousers from a passing gull. Of course I immediately bought a lottery ticket.

Vive la France

Just had a visit from the Breton town with which Brecon is twinned and our guest told us the following.

“the lady Mayoress (she came with them) … ..her father he is ill and she tell them if anything happen to Papa put him in the cold room until the weekend.”

Oh the humanity..

Today I left the house and crossed the road into the field opposite and began climbing up the side of a hill. For the next hour and twenty minutes I didn’t meet or see another human being . Here is a snap about 2/3rds up.



I remember in the sixties there was chap called Stan , who like the Rev Dr Donald Soper used to appear regularly at Tower Hill not far from the Tigers Head. Stan would loudly sing ‘Joy, Joy , my heart is full of Joy’ as if it really were and hand out Christian tracts to the unbelievers.
Not seeing another human for more than an hour gave me an inkling of old Stan’s ecstatic state. Last week on another walk I came across a house on the corner, in the village of ‘Three Cocks’. When I was 16 and came by bus from London to visit Ann you had to change buses at Cheltenham and finally get off at Three Cocks. The bus continued its long journey to Tenby. I was trying to find the right bus and asked one of the drivers wandering about the depot.. He called across to his mate “Hey Dai there’s a bloke here wants three cocks!” and no useful information was possible until they had both stopped laughing.
This house on the corner in Three Cocks had a skull and crossbones above the porch and written beneath it was ‘Go Away’ . Much better than a welcome mat I thought.

...and deflate

Once again I have slipped the surly bounds of obesity and am now well ensconced in the land of the ‘moderately overweight’ . Thus in the words of a group that may perhaps once have been known as ‘10 fluid ounces ‘
I'm not obese
So don’t forget it
It’s just a silly pie I am working through

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From the Brokers Forum
Tue 13 Jan 2009 @ 19:33 I dont believe it... Post #1

Douglas Mcleod
Alan Johnston once said that I read more and more like Victor Meldrew - I fear he could be right.
This morning I went to get my eyes tested and by this afternoon I had received the following letter by email.

Dear Mr McLeod

Unfortunately, during the course of your recent appointment with me, I consider that the patient/practitioner relationship was irretrievably broken down and I felt unable to continue with that examination. Without mutual trust, it is impossible for me to fulfil my role as your optometrist.


Accordingly, therefore, I would suggest that it is in your best interests to seek your optometric care with another practitioner. I will be happy to forward copies of your records to any optometrist of your choice.



To which I replied Dear Mr Round,

Thanks for the advice to go to Specsavers. They were able to see me the same afternoon. This gave me time enough to upload my photograph to their website and try out 100’s of different frames. I was able to buy two pairs of varifocal spectacles for the price of one!!

Thanks again I would never have thought of them without you.


Nothing to do with insurance of course but its nearly Friday, well its Tuesday anyway and these days thats nearly Friday to me.




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Wed 14 Jan 2009 @ 9:28 Re: I dont believe it... Post #2



alan johnston

Unfortunately, during the course of your recent appointment with me, I consider that the patient/practitioner relationship was irretrievably broken down and I felt unable to continue with that examination. Without mutual trust, it is impossible for me to fulfil my role as your optometrist.

i can only imagine the level of indignant abuse you must have dished out to be sacked as a customer of an optician.
domestic confusion leads douglas to seek new gregories:



...Probably the Best Insurance Broker in Hamilton.


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Kent News

The Rev Canon James Tipp, 63, received the life-long ban after abandoning his wife and his Snodland parish in February 2008 to set up home with Elaine Northern, 54.

Northern was given a 12-year ban for her part in the scandal, which left the congregation at Christ Church stunned.

At a disciplinary hearing, Mr Tipp, who was also Rural Dean of Cobham, received the life ban because of his higher level of responsibility.

The father-of-two has hit out at the ban, citing the case of Rev Teresa Davies who was barred for just 12 years after holding church services while drunk and having sexual intercourse with strangers.


One can imagine the Reverend Davies after the service.
“so did you like the shervice service ?..shorry.. sorry about that little buishness , bishness, business with the wine – tell me are you just passing through?”

feets too big

The Wye at lunchtime today frozen over by the Horseshoe Bend. Today I was walking round Boughrood Brest to 'Heroes of British Jazz' and particularly liked Kenny Balls rendition of 'Your feets too big'. "....your pedal extremities are colossal, they always remind me of some old fossil"