McCartney, Shakira and a Stortford Wonderland

After the disappointment of last week’s “James” gig and a journey to forget, we faced a similar trip - only this time we set off in the middle of a snowstorm. As the BMW has a nightmare at just the mention of ice it was our trusty old VW Golf that came out (we got it 12 years ago, travelling over to Belgium to pick it up in the days when it was worth importing a car from Europe). It has not let us down in all that time and is still going strong. I was beginning to regret managing to purchase those Paul McCartney tickets when they put some extra tickets on sale last week.

Despite the weather, the journey was not that bad and we even made it in time to get something to eat. Then because the tickets were purchased only a few days before the event we had to pick them up from the box office. This put us in a queue with Rob Brydon, Steve Coogan and Sharleen Spiteri (Texas lead singer)  waiting patiently behind us. I thought it was a little strange to see the rich and famous rubbing shoulders with us ordinary folk, it was only when we got to the door did it become clear and the line separated into the ‘freebies’ line (i.e guest list) and the ‘hard working citizens who paid for our own’ line. I would have taken a few pictures* of them but thought that might have been a bit dumb since I was trying to smuggle the Mega Mini Beast in and the venue’s security men were only about six feet away…..

* Glad I didn’t, since Mr Brydon failed to mention seeing me and Mrs B in his McCartney Tweet. How rude and unfriendly is that? Clearly not a BlackLOG fan.

Mrs B asked me what all the fuss was and to tell the truth when we saw McCartney in the 90’s I had not been that impressed. I think the venue (Wembley Arena) was wrong and his music was going through a down turn. Hammersmith is a much more intimate venue and PM, despite being 68, was very much back on form. What an incredible back catalogue he has, being able to mix Beatles songs, Wings songs and even some half decent solo work. I always felt that Wings were unfairly judged in comparison to his Beatles work. Listening to them side by side they stood up pretty well and if anything rocked the house more. Where else could you hear the likes of:-

Hey Jude

My Love

Back in the USSR

A Day in the Life

Live and let Die (With full on indoor fireworks and shooting flames – The reviewer in The Times thought it was a bit cheap and tacky while Mrs B and I thought it was pretty impressive and we go to a lot of live music)

Hey Jude

Ob la di- Ob la da (Never one of my favourites but certainly a great sing along live – well probably not for anyone around my out of tune wailing….)

Even a cover of George Harrison’s Something – as McCartney lamented from the stage “always quoted as one of Frank Sinatra’s favourite Lennon and McCartney songs…..”

Well over two hours worth before climaxing with:

Sgt Pepper

And finally

The End


Shakira
So, just two days later how was Shakira going to follow such a legend of the music industry….?

The answer was with pure, 100%** energy and lots of talent – I was surprised that not only can she dance (we have all seen those video’s), but that Shakira has a decent live voice as well, which did not falter as she sprinted, rolled, stretched and writhed provocatively (I lost count of the number of underwear changes I costume changes that she went through) around the stage.

Mrs B once said that she would only ever contemplate a threesome if it included Kylie....Hmm, I wonder if I could convince her to update that to Shakira. Knowing my luck though, if I ever did manage to convince Mrs B and then talked Shakira into it, Kylie would pop up and prevent it stating a previous verbal agreement.... Oh well, I doubt if I could cope with all that excess energy.... 

It was a bit annoying that the words "No cameras or video allowed" was emblazened in large letters all over the ticket.... I decided not to risk even Mini Mega Beast and found an old camera, in the back of a draw. As it turns out they hardly even checked and besides as Shakira walked down through the center of the crowd, on her way to the stage she stopped and posed for photo's.....Grrr  

** There are certain sayings that really annoy me like:-


When people claimed to put in anything over 100% (normally it seems to be 110%)


The statement – “Back In the day”

One hell of a journey to work
With a good amount of snow finally reaching Bishops Stortford and Mrs B having  bagsied  the Golf,  I was left tentively to take ElleGee (oue rear wheel BMW) out of the garage the other day.  I spent the next half an hour sliding and slipping all over the place, losing the back end numerous times. I even had to get out and put planks and blanket’s under the back wheels a couple of times. I eventually gave up and managed to slide my way back into the garage.

I think a brave effort all around but statistically possibly not that impressive……

Distance travelled – roughly 12 feet (that’s a mind blowing 24 feet an hour. Better buckle up snails it’s going to be one hell of a ride). I never even managed to get the car off the driveway (unless you count sliding into the bushes a couple of times….they needed a bit of a trim anyway). It’s not as if the slope on our drive is that great so a 35 mile trip in the snow and ice was probably not the best of plans. I just hope none of the neighbours were watching or even worse filming – that would probably be a U-Tube clip for sure…

Energy watch

Monitoring our way to a fortune (or not) with our Solar Panels

KW Produced so far - 100

This has earned us approximately – £42.63 so far

A snow and cloud impaired 5kw this week, very poor and hardly worth getting out of bed for....

A record of the week

Hips Don`t Lie- By Shakira

Live And Let Die - by Wings


Hey Jude - by The Beatles

Whenever wherever – by Shakira

Back In The USSR – by The Beatles

She Wolf - by Shakira

Band On The Run – by Wings

And Your Bird Can Sing – by The Beatles

Photo finish
Having failed to take The Beast to either concert I thought I should take him out for a click  to capture Stortford in winter wear.....

Green shoots of recovery?

 Looks like got Tom Sawyer got

board half way through this job....

"Blackbird sing in the dead of night..."

Ok you got me, it's actualy

"A crow flying in the broad day light...."

But there is no McCartney song that covers that

Not exactly Strawberry fields

but at least the colour is correct..

Just be thankful I did not use

"Ice, Ice baby" - Vanilla Ice

as one of the records of the week 

McCartney Hammersmith Appolo (18th December) - taken with Mega Mini Beast

While my Guitar gently weeps - that's not a bass guitar*

Perhaps the rumours are true and Paul did die in the 60's....

* or even a McCartney song title....

What do you mean I'm too old to sing "When I'm 64"?

Lady Madonna, guy Richie half asleep

How will you make end meet...??

Yesterday or Scrambled Eggs to those in the know....

Shakira - Taken with our old Panasonic FZ10 - (O2 20th December).  Just think what The Beast could have made of her....

BlackLOG, Mrs B just for you that

threesome we talked about.... 

Damn should have read that contract a bit better,

not really the three I had in mind....

She Wolf - "Ah-wooo"

Hips don't lie.....

but her feet might fib

Lucky that my breasts are small and humble

so you don't confuse them with mountains

Hope you had a great Christmas and are still enjoying the Festive season, we are off to France for some Skiing , so will catch up next year.....P.S. the cats seemed to be perking up a bit, although McG is throwing a bit of a major strop, as he always does when ever he sees us packing bags.

It's like Santa has come early......only

This week it was as almost as if Santa had come early…..only he had trampled reindeer poo all over the carpet (brand new, for extra artistic impact) and thrown up on the new white suede sofa.* Santa (bless him) then left the wrong presents** and crashed his sleigh into the car, taking off the front wing and most of the bumper. (Again, kids - what do you expect? That is one heck of a lot of sherry to absorb, even for someone that high up on the body-mass index…) In short it has been a crap week.

* Remember kids, Santa might only be a figment of your over-excited imagination but even figments have limits on the number of mince pies that they can eat. Billions of houses and billions of mince pies………. it was only ever going to end in one of two ways. Either the large chunder-blunder or some fat guy in a red suit stuck in your chimney until he loses enough weight to slide on out of there.

** I certainly don’t remember asking for the complete works of Val Doonican, including the very rare country and western and reggae remix versions…….although I might have asked for a subscription to “Learning to model with earwax, toe jam and bogies”

Mrs B and I appreciate that we are very lucky. While the BlackLOG often seems to portray a “back against the wall” mentality, with nothing ever going right for us, in general, this is pretty much tongue in cheek as I know that most of you only read blogs to see a bit of hardship and suffering. The reality is we have a pretty good life but where is the fun in reading about that?

So why was it such a bad week? Well:-

Wednesday - Dead cats walking
McG has been under the weather for a couple of weeks now. He’s been off his food (possibly because his teeth are hurting him) and has been more subdued than normal (he’s always been quite a laid-back boy - lazy’s a bit harsh but not far off the truth). Then he started having a few “accidents” around the house. I’m ashamed to say that my initial reaction was to get annoyed with him and lock him outside. I gave that up though when he managed to sneak back in through the cat flap just as Mischief was going out through it, leaving just her locked outside. So much for lockable cat flaps.

I decided to bring forward the cats’ bi-annual check up at the Vets. It turns out McG has lost an awful lot of weight since his last check-up in June (not that he didn’t have a lot to lose and not that we hadn’t noticed) but losing that much weight in such a short time is not a good sign in an aging cat (he’s 15). The Vet then told me he also has a growth on his back and implied there was nothing she could do. She even hinted that I should bring him back in a few weeks time when his suffering becomes too much….I was stunned - it was all happening so quickly. I appreciate he’s no kitten but even so……

Then the Vet turned her attention to Mischief, who has been fine and was just in for her flea and flu booster injections. Apparently she too is also losing weight and has developed a heart murmur. According to the Vet, she is not in much better shape than McG….I went from stunned to devastated in an instant - we weren’t ready to lose McG let alone Mischief as well…..

To round off Wednesday, I failed to get Paul McCartney tickets, which went on sale 10 minutes after I got back from the Vets. I was in no state to deal with anything and by the time I was the tickets were long gone – they had sold out within seconds.

Friday – Sometimes things are just not meant to be
With all the cats’ woes we really needed something to cheer us up and on Friday we had a gig to go to. I had been looking forward to seeing the Pigeon Detectives live for ages but they had disappeared off the scene….So about six months ago when I saw they were playing a joint concert with James I snapped up the tickets. A couple of months later it changed to a concert with just James and special guest “the Pigeon Detectives”. Finally, when the tickets arrived it just said James – no mention of the PDs or any other special guests or support. I did a bit of research and established that the PDs were still on the bill. In my view James are OK but not a band I would travel halfway across London to see. With this bit of good news in hand we set off on our planned 1 hour and 15 minutes journey.

An hour and a half later we were five miles from our destination and in the middle of the Rotherhithe Tunnel.

A further half an hour later we were still in the Rotherhithe Tunnel (this is not a long tunnel, a dead sloth could make it through quicker then we did). Not sure why but the road we were aiming for had been closed by the police and as it is one of the main routes through South London the roads all around were in total chaos…..

We arrived at 8:15pm, over an hour since the doors had opened and more than three hours since we had set off from home. I was not a happy bunny but figured that the PDs would play until at least 8:30pm so we would catch the end of the performance…………only there was still a massive queue to get in to the venue – WTF?

We hit the auditorium just as the PDs played literally the last chords of their final song and all we saw of them was the backs of their heels as they exited stage left….Aaaarrrggghhh!!!!!

Oh well, as we were now there we thought we might as well try to enjoy James…..

Half an hour into the set and we were heading for depression city. It was the dullest concert we had been to since REM failed to rock our socks off.

We were just about to leave when they played something we had vaguely heard before and which had a bit more life to it than the funereal type dirge they had been playing. So, at last, the concert was taking off….only it didn’t. They dropped back into hyper-dull mode and after another half an hour (and with Mrs B heading into a catatonic state) we left. Turned out the bar-stewards had tricked us in an attempt to try and keep us at the gig. We weren’t falling for it again.

To round off a truly excruciating evening I also managed to lose a pair of Oakley sun-glasses which fell out of my jacket pocket while I was at the gig (like me, they probably couldn’t take anymore of James) Certainly a night to forget.

Whoever says bad luck comes in threes was either wrong or lying through their back teeth.

Monday
To console myself I switched on our V-box to watch a programme I had recorded. With the week we were having it came as no surprise that the box had become corrupted and was no longer working. Everything that had been recorded was lost.

To end on some positive notes:

Cats
In an attempt to make their remaining days as comfortable as possible we have changed their diet completely. We had been feeding them on Hills Science diet (dry kibble) as recommended by the Vet since they were kittens. A bit of somewhat belated investigation on the internet, however, showed that a purely dry food diet is not all that it is cracked up to be and can, in fact, lead to the sort of health problems that our cats now appear to be suffering from. They are now both on a high-quality wet food diet. (The supermarket stocked brands are cheap because they don’t use good quality meat or fish and they pad out the food with vegetables, rice, corn and other rubbish.) Cats are obligate carnivores, which means they need meat, there is no such thing as a vegetarian cat, or certainly not a long lived one…..

I also discovered that when cats get stressed they are more likely to have “accidents”, so telling McG off and shutting him outside was creating a spiral of accidents. A few more pieces of the jigsaw fell into place when we learned that McG is being bullied by another cat and so is sometimes scared to go outside. A litter tray seems to have resolved this problem.

I also suspect that Mischief being manhandled by the vet probably caused the irregular heart beat – if I had been monitoring for stress when the Vet gave me the bad news about both of the cats my stress levels would have been off the scale and when I received the fairly hefty bill I suspect my heart probably missed a few beats….

Within a few days of the new diet and a less stressful environment, both cats seem to be reviving. Fingers crossed we can get a bit more mileage out of them.

As for the Vet, prepared to write our little fuzzy buddies off without even trying – in TV speak:

You’re the weakest Link….goodbye

Or possibly

You’re fired

– It’s obviously time to find a new Vet….

V-Box
Virgin Media turned up the next day and replaced the box. We might have lost months worth of programs but at least we are in a great position to record almost the whole of Christmas…..

Paul McCartney
I received an email saying a few tickets had been held back and were going on sale in an hour. I hit the internet at the designated time and managed to bag a couple. I may live to regret this as the snow is closing in for the weekend and I’m not sure I could face another tortuous journey only to find we don’t make it…..Plus poor old Mrs B now faces seeing Paul McCartney on Saturday night and Shakira on Monday night. It’s going to be a busy couple of days. The last time I had such a hectic run of gigs ended in a complete disaster.

Energy watch
Monitoring our way to a fortune (or not) with our Solar Panels

KW Produced so far - 95
This has earned us approximately – £40.35 so far
A slight improvement on last week with 20kw despite the snow and clouds

A record of the week

Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by The Pigeon Detectives – representing the shock of getting bad news about not just one but both cats

Seasons In The Sun - by Terry Jacks – A fairly sentimental song but it was exactly how I felt as I left the Vets, almost like it was all over. Just glad I decided not to give up

This Is An Emergency by The Pigeon Detectives – only we didn’t have any blue flashing lights to help get us through the traffic

Photo finish
Not the best pictures at the James gig, The Beast did not make it in. I was not really in the mood to be honest....

McG we havn't given up on him even if the vet has....

Mischief - lets hope she has more heart than the

#&@# vet gives her credit for....

Pigeon detectives - just about what we saw of them....

Tim Booth - Lead singer of James

Showing how much I'm a fan of James, I have no idea

who these guys are other than guitarists with the band...

I will try and get a Blog out before Christmas, if not have a good one....Wish us luck with the cats and for making it to Paul McCartney on Saturday and Shakira on Monday.

Like a fox having fun and the BlackLOG survival guide to Christmas music hell (Patent Pending)

Like a fox having fun

I often moan that we never get much wild life around here, yet I keep overlooking the foxes - the place is simply awash with them. As I drove back from a friend’s house the other night, a journey of less than a mile, I passed four of them.

So when I looked out of the window the other evening and saw one hanging around in the street, I grabbed The Beast and shot outside. It was like the fox was waiting for me, not only that he was posing in the street. So there we were just a few feet apart, bad light and no flash. In my haste I obviously hadn’t thought this one through….. I can report there was a fascination by both man (that would be me) and animal, the fox came within just a couple of feet. The Beast happily clicked away, hardly batting a lens shutter at the close proximity.

As it was a rather cold night, the only other people about were dog walkers and they were very interested in my attempts to capture Mr. Foxy. I think having The Beast made me some sort of honouree dog walker* - they were all eager to talk about their fox experience. They reported instances of either being stalked by a fox, or a fox wanting to play with their dog or one person who said that the fox just sidled up to them and sat down right beside her dog. It sounded almost like a chaperoned blind date.

* For pity’s sake don’t tell The Beast, or for that matter McG and Mischief, or I will be ostracised….

Sadly the fox had no fear. I say sadly because I suspect that this will not end well. Cunning as foxes are they don’t seem to have worked out that head butting a car is not a species enhancing trait…The only two other occasions that I have got as close to foxes were:

1). As I drove along a dual carriageway a fox ran out about three feet in front of me…. a distraught Mrs. B gasped and got very emotional. I assured her that the fox had crouched down and managed to avoid the worst of the collision. It might have a bit of a headache but was otherwise OK. What I failed to mention was that a headache was the least of its trouble as I suspect that its head was no longer attached to its body….ouch….Is there a vet in the house?

2). The second instance came a couple months later and coincidently I happened to be discussing the fate of the first fox with a friend of mine. Within seconds another fox ran (and this is no word of a lie) at the car and managed to take out one of my fog lights…..again this proved less than conducive to a long and happy life for the second fox….

Incidentally I got almost as close to President Obama, when he was travelling along the M11 a few years back – fortunately there was a crash barrier in between us, which prevented him running across in front of me. Otherwise I suspect that might have taken a bit of explaining to my insurance company……..

See the Photo finish section at the end, for The Beast and my attempts to capture Mr Foxy...


Christmas Music
It’s that time of year where you can’t escape those unbearably cheerful festive tunes escaping from every shop, radio and gramophone (don’t let it be said that the BlackLOG does not at least attempt to cater for the older reader – Yes Grandad Mitch that was aimed at you….sorry could not resist. Congratulations on the birth of your first grand daughter). Love it or hate it, unless you lose your hearing you can’t escape from it, so you may as well bow to the inevitable. So here is the BlackLOG guide to what Christmas music you should be listening too:-

You can’t go too far wrong with the Bob Dylan Christmas album. It pitches Christmas at a really depressing level, which I think is a good thing ….

Now readers don’t go all girly on me, hear me out…

It’s like when someone builds something up to such a degree that it can never hope to live up to the expectations (i.e happy jolly Christmas songs) whereas when your expectations are set low you can cope with even the worst Christmas. How much lower can your expectations get than Bob Dylan massacring Christmas songs? After a couple of hours of listening, the dog running off with the turkey, the Christmas tree lights catching fire and burning down the house and your partner giving you a handkerchief as your only present (with the wrong initials on) can all be taken in your stride….

Anyone for a Leonard Cohen Christmas Album? I think the in-laws** have invited themselves around and are insisting that everyone goes vegetarian for the festive season….. If things get worse than this you might have to call out the big guns and step up to Hitler's Speech at the Nuremberg rally in 1936. OK so that might not be very Christmassy to you but while I was growing up one of my friends had an uncle who insisted on playing the speeches over Christmas dinner.

** Please note no in-laws were hurt during the production of this blog comment. Any derogatory remarks were purely for attempted comedy effect and I can report that my in-laws are not in fact vegetarian and apart from a passion for giving really naff presents, very nice people….

After a few weeks of reduced comments I’m blatantly attempting to up my comment count with an irresistible and hard to ignore question:

What is your idea of heavenly Christmas music and/or Christmas music hell?

"Energy watch"

Monitoring our way to a fortune (or not) with our Solar Panels

(Not taking into account how much we have saved by not drawing electricity from the national grid)

KW Produced so far - 75
This has earned us approximately – £32.20 so far
A relatively disappointing 10kw this week but with so much snow and cloud not a great surprise

A record of the week

Fox on the run by Manfred Mann

Photo finish
I had said on one blog that I commented on that I was not going to take any snow photo this week unless something interesting happened...

Do you remember the game Hakee 1-2-3 (or variant)

Where a designated tree was home.

I think Mr Foxy was trying to play it with me....

Ice skating - whatever next? Those foxes are

getting way too domesticated....

In case you were interested this was a white stiletto shoe.

Looks like some poor Essex girl didn't make it home last night

Taxi Driver - "Taxi for Essex girl!"

Mr Fox - "No mate, she decided to make a hop for home..."

  

I do hope that's not Bolivian marching powder on his nose.....

I fear  it was drugs,  those eyes look spaced out to me....

Anyone know how to get rid of white eye in a photo?

"Hakee 1-2- 3 ready or not I'm coming to get you...."

"No officer I didn't see a taxi driver or an Essex girl...."

"Burp!"

"Oops, sorry must have been that vegetarian curry...."

That's it I'm off...Tune in next week

or I'll eat your Hamster....

Until next week or as Foxy told you - The Hamster gets it....

Photo envy, power generation and Athlete at the Junction

2010 Wildlife photographer competition

We visited the Natural History Museum this week for the 2010 Wildlife photographer of the year exhibition

I’m glad I am a member of the museum, there are some real advantages in that you don’t have to book a time slot in advance for any of the exhibitions and you can skip the queues of people trying to enter the free part of the museum (freeloaders, as I like to call them*) and who, on Sunday, were snaking around the block. You could see the seething resentment from the freeloaders as I produced my membership card and ushered our group through at the front.

* I myself can be a freeloader when it suits….

I don’t suppose I will ever enter anything for this competition but Mrs B sweetly said she thought some of my pictures were as good as many of the entries. I thought that was really nice until I remembered Christmas is just around the corner….. It’s a bit like bonus time at work when you suddenly remember it might be a good idea to be nice to the boss (Not that I’m the boss in the house - Mrs B made that clear years ago….)

This years overall winner
The judges must have been a bit wary after last year’s debacle, with the discovery that the winner (subsequently stripped of his prize) had hired a tame wolf for the picture.  The judges proably felt that the cost of either bribing or training a large number of insects to pose for a photograph would be more than the £10,000 prize.

My favourite – A springbok sandwich – take two slices of cheetah and a fresh springbok – I would like to think that they were just playing and all went home together for tea and jam sarnies…..
The fact that this picture was taken by a close relative of The Beast (another D700) may have influenced my choice….although the winner was taken by another cousin.....Hurrah! The rise of the D700s
If only The Beast had a better custodian (you don't get to own The Beast, he sometimes allows you to pick him up.  If he’s in a good mood you get a loud clicking that sounds like a contended purr) he could have been a contender...


Going Green
I reported a few months back that we were on the green path and had ordered solar roof panels. I am pleased to report that they are in place, which means that we are now electricity producers and get paid for every KW generated. While I don’t suspect for one minute that we will become millionaires, I have high hopes that we will make a good return on our investment. Unfortunately the short days, low sun and propensity for cloud cover in winter means this is not the best time of year to make this assessment. All I will say is that I’m glad the panels are not very prominent on the property.  I discovered (after we had signed up for them) that the income we will receive will, in turn, be derived from an increase in electricity prices. Ouch, that's not going to be popular with your average consumer......................

New regular section - "Energy watch"

Monitoring our way to a fortune (or not):
KW Produced so far - 65
Which has earned us approximately – £28.50
(Not taking into account how much we have saved by not drawing electricity from the national grid)

I can’t believe I didn’t get slapped

Martin, in spin class :– “I hate looking in the mirror, I look like sh*t”

Me :– “I wouldn’t worry about it Martin, you look like sh*t in person too”

My Doh! moment of the year....so far
I was out with our friend Ash the other day and for some reason he would not let me use the Sat Nav and said he knew the way and I didn't need to use it. As we were driving along :-

Ash :- "Turn left....take the next right....note the camera coming up

Me :- "You see that's why I like using the Sat Nav...It tells me about the speed camera's"

Ash :- "Dude**, but I just told you about the camera..."

Me :- "Oh, yea.....Doh!...."

** What can I say, he lived in Canada for awhile...Mitch you have been warned....

A record of the week

Picture Book by The Kinks
Bein' Green by Sesame Street
Wires by Athlete
The Outsiders by Athlete
Orbiter by Alice Gold
You've got the style by Athlete

Photo finish
This week's photos are of Athlete at Cambridge Junction and the support act Alice Gold (I can't believe I did not get any pictures of the other support act Stony, who was so good I actually purchased his CD) - once again Mini Mega Beast was on duty while The Beast is still recovering from its over-exertions in Cuba.... 

Alice Gold -

"umm I write songs and sing them

loudly on guitar with a band."

Alice The girl with the guitar. or it would have been

if that head had not got in the way...

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Athlete may not have the biggest following in the world but from a selfish point of view this is a good thing. Great music in intimate venues and unlike some of the mega stadium filling bands they actually appear to be still enjoying playing music 10 years into their career.

Joel Pott - Lead singer of Athlete

 I'm not sure if this is an advert for the latest werewolf

movie or for expensive bottled water.... 

During the encore someone at the front collapsed, Athlete

noticed and stopped the music and made sure they were

taken to safety- not very rock n’ roll but shows

what nice people they are.

 "Half Light"

from Tourist (2007)

"Best not to think about it" 

from - Beyond the Neighbourhood (2007)

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For the observant amongst you this is not Cambridge

Junction.  It is in fact the now empty space between

our property and the neighbours (the nice ones).

As soon as it was stolen Mrs B sent me

out to look for a local fence…..

No?, I guess that's why I'm not a stand up

comic, I thought it was quite funny...

I’ll get my coat……

It seems to have gone a bit chilly in these parts….

Pop in next week for further BlackLOG adventures