Ring My Bell

What can I say but work came back with a vengence. There I was turning into a cross between Nigella Lawson and Alan Titchmarch or whatever he's called - baking banana bread and growing things (they've all gone and died forGODS SAKE) when on one particularily avid 'Doris Day' Day I got called up

" Can you make a 70s RUC baton an actor gets hit with it so it has to not really hurt"

Next

"We need a dance floor, 25 chairs, a sofa, armchair, desk, table and a bar painted in a week are you free"

Next

"My set needs painted are you free first week of October"

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" Be ready to start painting that set for the Lyric on Monday week."

Next

"I'm putting on a play in November - please design my set and make the props"

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"Will you do the puppets and costumes for the UV sequence for our Panto again this year"

Well bugger me of course I said YES to them all as I'll do just about anythingish if I'm free. Missed the chance to carve some rocks for the film 'City of Ember' but that's the way it goes. Right now I'm designing a set, about to make some UV puppets and costumes and as far as I know the actor survived a beating with my 'stunt' baton. I'm also creating a 'BOGMAN' -I love latex

And then some

More photos from Portavogie

PORTAVOGIE

A couple of weeks ago I decided to have a bottle of wine as I had a few days off and Hell bells it was the weekend anyway. So rather than go to my usual off in Ballywalter I decided that I'd give the Quays Restaurant/Pub/Offiein Portavogie a go.
Portavogie is a small very old fishing village about 4 miles from where we live now and even has it's own Fish Festival. saying that when we went down to the Festival there was only the one stall selling fresh fish though there were other stalls selling very tasty local produce and if course the obligitory cheap tools and crappy toys - even one selling replica guns oh joy.
However back to my wine quest it was a really mad foggy day and the whole place took on an eerie feel with shadowy figures of the odd fisherman and the dozens of trawlers clustered together in the harbour without a soul aboard that you could see and in the distance the fog horn muffled out its warning.




It was very cool altogether and was glad I happened to have my camera on me at the time. It's possible to arrange with the local fish monger types to order fish and get it directly from here but I haven't got round to it yet but I will.

MY BABIES

Look Shaun i'm a proud parent too. This is (sadly) the first time since primary school I've grown something from a seed. It's Rocket that's sprouting ahead and the coming from behind is chives, I'm ever so chuffed. I've also got corriander and parsley who i'm coaxing with a bit of gloria gaynor and the promise of the best terra cotta pots once they're sprouted.



With reference to my last entry I wish to report that despite your efforts mr shaun we no longer run the risk of accidentally selling our house. Pete happily removed the offending sign and left it for collection and some time during the dark hours, the time when estate agents emerge to suck the blood out of innocent first time buyers and pensioners alike the sign did disappear. Yeah take that sponge-buckets!



I'm thinking of giving the chives and the other not so enthusiastic seedlings names to encourage them when I give them my pep talk, all suggestions welcome. I open it out to you all. Shaun you can practice names on them - try them out pre baby arrival that's if you are stuck of course - George is a good one or ANNA . Nim if you have any ideas something antipedian (is that right I dunno).


Right I'm offically on holiday and I am successfully avoiding doing anything so far so I'm going to do a bit more of that until I realise that lifes's too short and it hits me I'm nearly forty - OH MY GOD.......

WHATTHE FECKIN BALLOXIS THISFRIG GINGMON KEYPOO

COME HOME IN A GREAT MOOD DESPITE HAVING TO WORK THIS MORNING.

I HAD MET UP WITH SOME PALS AND HAD A GOOD GOSSIP.

I HAD GOT THE 4 TIER MINI GREENHOUSE I WAS SEARCHING FOR TO START MY ATTEMPT AT HERB GROWING LOOKING FORWARD TO PUTTING IT TOGETHER AND BRING FORTH LIFE.

THE SUN WAS OUT THERE WAS A GOOD TUNE PLAYING ON RADIO, ALL WAS WELL WITH THE WORLD.

THEN AS I PULL UP TO OUR HOUSE I THINK TO MYSELF :-

'SOMETHING DOES NOT SEEM RIGHT - WHAT COULD IT BE ?'

WELL BLOW ME ISN'T THERE A CHUFFING GREAT FECKIN 'FOR SALE' SIGN SCREWED TO OUR FENCE!!!

OH MY GOD

-HAD PETE DECIDED HE'D HAD ENOUGH OF TILING AND THOUGHT SOD IT LETS JUST SELL HER UP

-OR HAD WE WON THE LOTTERY AND WE WERE MOVING SOMEWHERE EXOTIC

-HAD WE NEVER ACTUALLY BOUGHT OR LIVED IN THIS HOUSE IT WAS ALL AN ALIEN EXPERIMENT BUT THEY'D FORGOTTEN TO ERASE MY MEMORY (JUST CAN'T GET THE INTERGALACTIC STAFF THESE DAYS)

RANG MY BELOVED - HE WAS READY TO COME HOME FROM WORK EARLY JUST TO TAKE IT DOWN AND BURN IT WITH A QUICKLY HAND MADE EFFIGY (SPELLING NOT GUD) OF AN ESTATE AGENT SUCH IS HIS LOVE AND RESPECT FOR THEY THAT GET PAID LOTS OF MONEY FOR DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING USEFUL!! AND ARE CLEARLY UNFIT EVEN FOR THAT PART OF THE JOB DESCRIPTION.

INSTEAD I PERSUDED HIM TO HOLD ON AND SO I RANG THE OFFENSIVE ONE AND GOT A WOMAN WITH A VERY POSH PHONE VOICE AND ALTHOUGH I CAN'T BE 100% SURE I DON'T THINK SHE EVEN APOLOGUISED FOR BEING A TWA* INSTEAD JUST LAUGHED IN THAT I REALLY DON'T CARE WAY SOME PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY REALLY DON'T CARE.

ABOVE AS IS CLEAR TO SEE THE OFFENSIVE OBJECT CURRENTLY AND OFFENSIVELY SCREWED TO OUR RELATIVELY INOFFENSIVE FENCE.

I FEEL MY RANT HAS COME TO IT'S NATURAL END AND I'M NOW PREPARED TO STOP UNTIL I DISCOVER WHEN I GET HOME TOMORROW THAT THEY HAVEN'T BOTHERED THEY ARSES TO REMOVE SAID OFFENSIVE OBJECT OUT COMES THE SAW AND MATCHES - OH YEAH................

I'm back again

(Aghhh! I don't know how to get the pictures to go where you want them or can you please tell me how thankyou)

Well now that wasn't so bad I've not tried getting onto me old blog for a while - been working loads. I have some time off and thought I try again the last time being completely unsuccessful but hooray here I am. So now I will bore whoever is not quite bored enough - considering whoever is looking at this blog blag must be doing so as they've really nothing better to be doing - with my hapless existance since whenever it was I last added anything to this malarky.

I will attach pictures and let the world decide to what part of this adventure they belong. Got to Australia which was great flights paid for and first week in snazzy hotel also paid for then 1 week there on my own which was fine missed me other half very much. Filled my time with littleold lady tours of Kangaroo island where i saw yes kangaroos but also koalas snoozing up trees, seals that smelt of old tramps pants, dolphins that came right up to the shore to say hello. (I haven't developed my pictures of this left my digi camera at home like a numpty). Saw some shows at the Festival, bumped into Nim - HELLO NIM IM BACK ON BLOG THINGY IT WORKED - Went on the obligatory wine tasting tour again with a hoard of little old ladies my god they got their moneys worth! Lots more went on but I can't remember it a may be when I get photos.

When I got back I was most down for a couple of weeks I think the jet lag messed with me head man. Then what did I do .................. Carnival time was getting into full pelter and a couple of theatre type things. he carnival was brilliant for me I had great stuff to make the theme was 'FLOWER POWER' and worked a treat. Now I've a couple of workshops up the New Lodge way then off hooooorrraaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!