|Sophie Ellis Bexter |
"Put your hands in the air if you can't dance"
Me – “Excuse me, Dancing, I have no problem with you dancing”
Female nuisance – sneered something in German to her companion before saying to me “OK”
Female nuisance – “Vi vould you mention de Vor?”
Me – realising I had gone a bit over the top said “Sorry, it’s a bad English joke” I can’t help it I’m a big fan of Fawlty Towers and as non PC as it is, I don’t like to see people get away scot free for their loutish behaviour…
The drunken pair carried on their rampage of destruction, substituting cigarettes for the drink and now showered everyone with generous amounts of ash (how thoughtful). Which stuck to clothes that were still soaked from the alcohol abuse they had received moments before. I, however, was in no position to complain as I was suddenly involved in a secondary battle with an irate Mrs B as she remonstrated with me for the war remark and insisted that I apologise (clearly not having heard my immediate apology).
Mrs B erupted like Vesuvius
Little did the organisors know that
there would be two Firework displays
at the Blondie gig....
It’s a bit like buses, you get yourself a set of solar panels and suddenly the place is awash with them – this year I got a lot of solar powered items (Hmm….next year I’m putting solid gold tiles on the roof….) Some rock lights, some tree lights and a solar powered butterfly….Thanks to Teach and the Farmer for the butterfly, which hasn’t proved as naff as I first thought. I caught McG playing with it this morning - it’s the most exercise he’s had in years. And I am particularly grateful to Tourettes Girl for the tree lights which stopped Mrs B investing in some ultra naff multi-coloured butterfly ones.
Since when did a Shakespeare play require chain smoking? Not only that but chain smoking by almost all of the characters?
Is there some sort of conspiracy against me, I wonder, as the last play I saw in the west end “The Children’s Hour” had more smoke pouring out of it than a 1970’s diesel….
Mrs B could tell I was fuming and suggested that I write to someone afterwards
I mulled this idea over and had a better plan. At the interval I went in search of the Theatre Manager. I failed to get hold of them but did manage to speak to the deputy manager.
Me – “How can they justify sanctioning it?”
Deputy Manager – “They don’t use real cigarettes, they are herbal.”
Me - “So you don’t think it is going to be a bad influence on all the kids in the audience?”
Deputy Manager – “The production is an adult production.”
Me – “So you don’t think that having a very popular ex-Dr Who actor in the cast is going to draw in the kids?”
Deputy Manager – “That’s down to the parents to make the choice - there is a particularly explicit sex scene at the end of the first half”
Me – “Was there? I couldn’t really tell through the thick haze of smoke….”
Monitoring our way to a fortune (or not) with our Solar Panels
KW generated in the last week – 90
To end this week there are some shots from Kew - The first two were taken with the Mega Mini Beast as we traipsed around one of the glass houses. The rest were taken with The Beast at the two Kew the Music concerts.
|A bit of horti-culture for you this week...|
Hidden amongst the Kew’s foliage we
found Blondie’s stage equipment being
looked after by the Roadie-dendrons….
|My Aunt Edith can dance better than that |
and she's been dead 10 years...
|"Is there a bad tattoo removal artist in the house?"|
|Bryan Ferry hoping that no one notices |
the missing lorry load of dye hidden
in his hair....
|Bryan Ferry - "Hey Blondie this is a high note"|
|Bagpuss gets a much needed makeover....|
|Ash hides behind his first date for the weekend|
|Blondie - In the Flesh...|
|If you can't reach those notes, just|
get your audience to do it for you...
Blondie proving that you don't have
to Die young to stay pretty
The Farmer planning better ways
of getting trespassers off
his picnic blanket….
Teach shocked at the underhand
tactics of London picnickers..