No words so let me supply them. I've been up the Knott two or three times and didn't realise you could see Heysham nuclear power station. Do you think that white post to the right is the periscope of a Russian sub? Bad luck if it is, because it must have grounded. And the Mayor of Heysham is going to irritate Putin (basking in pride at his team's 5 - 0 thrashing of Saudi Arabia) when he drags him away from the World Cup to open negotiations.
And no I'm not watching the footie. The factoid quoted above was inescapable to anyone faintly in touch with the news media yesterday.
However I did watch part of Gardeners World, my equivalent of the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Apprehensive about the possible appearance of the terrifying Carol Klein I willed myself to fall asleep and for once it worked. I woke to find that VR had achieved the same miracle. As a result the episode of The Bridge (which followed) was entirely impenetrable.
RR - The footie can be good to watch but even the commentators are corrupt. One recently referred to a player "wining" a penalty with a complimentary tone because because he had taken a "dive" and hoodwinked the referee. Another referred to a players hooliganism at a night club that was "unfortunately" captured on cctv. --------------------------
Stewart Brady - welcome to the blog - it's good to have a new commenter.
It doesn't matter, just something personal I wanted to record, mainly for me.
I'm not sure if you intentionally meant your comment to refer to Marcel Proust. I have read the whole of "A la recherche du temps perdu" with much enjoyment.
No words so let me supply them. I've been up the Knott two or three times and didn't realise you could see Heysham nuclear power station. Do you think that white post to the right is the periscope of a Russian sub? Bad luck if it is, because it must have grounded. And the Mayor of Heysham is going to irritate Putin (basking in pride at his team's 5 - 0 thrashing of Saudi Arabia) when he drags him away from the World Cup to open negotiations.
ReplyDeleteAnd no I'm not watching the footie. The factoid quoted above was inescapable to anyone faintly in touch with the news media yesterday.
However I did watch part of Gardeners World, my equivalent of the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Apprehensive about the possible appearance of the terrifying Carol Klein I willed myself to fall asleep and for once it worked. I woke to find that VR had achieved the same miracle. As a result the episode of The Bridge (which followed) was entirely impenetrable.
Perhaps a remembrance of lost times?
ReplyDeleteRR - The footie can be good to watch but even the commentators are corrupt. One recently referred to a player "wining" a penalty with a complimentary tone because because he had taken a "dive" and hoodwinked the referee. Another referred to a players hooliganism at a night club that was "unfortunately" captured on cctv.
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Stewart Brady - welcome to the blog - it's good to have a new commenter.
It doesn't matter, just something personal I wanted to record, mainly for me.
I'm not sure if you intentionally meant your comment to refer to Marcel Proust. I have read the whole of "A la recherche du temps perdu" with much enjoyment.
Yes but triggered by a dunked ginger nut not a madeleine.
ReplyDeleteStewart Brady - touché
ReplyDeleteYou chose well to live so close to such a lovely hill, Conrad.
ReplyDeleteTake care...
Thinking of you Conrad.
ReplyDeleteMy very best wishes.
Phreerunner and JJ - thanks.
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ReplyDeleteRegards.
Anonymous- thanks but not sure if your identity.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous - Just clicked on the name and it took me to your blog BC so I presume that is correct. Thanks again for the comment.
ReplyDeleteYes Blogger not recognising me.
ReplyDeleteOn a different topic just started reading Shirley, enticing beginnings.
BC - Just ordered it.
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