Going tut Thartgallery.

Thepworth to be exact. Ok, that’s enough of that nonsense. Yorkshire people take a defiant pride in their dialect and there’s a whole industry supporting the way they, or some of them, speak. No one has told the lady announcer at Wakefield train station, a city with two stations would you believe, as she spoke with the refined tones of a radio three announcer introducing a concert of Brahms. Was it only me that found it odd? The big black guy talking in an incomprehensible African dialect could be heard by almost anyone on the platform and be sure that … Continue reading Going tut Thartgallery.

Portuguese Wood

This was written some weeks ago now, but the fragrance lingers on: A planned morning out to Cheltenham Town Centre to meet my very good friend Valerie ( why do I always think of Steve Winwood when I say her name ) and we headed to the Wilson, which normal people would call the Cheltenham Art Gallery. Re branded with the Wilson name after they realised that people simply can’t cope with three words of descriptive text. Please don’t think they named it after Harold Wilson, that would bring a shudder to many Cheltonians as they clumsily describe themselves with … Continue reading Portuguese Wood

What to feed a poorly Viking:

It’s the Anniversary of ‘Custardgate’ It’s a year since I was an honoured guest of our NHS. I remember it like yesterday. I went in with the aid of a zimmer frame walking aid and walked steadily out of there ten days later without it. Better than some but not as well as others. The drugs worked. The memory lingers on, and it’s not generally a gloomy one. To get the nitty gritty out of the way I have a condition called polymyalgia. Not very pleasant, and I was a guest there to eliminate any other potential ‘nasties’. I’m a … Continue reading What to feed a poorly Viking:

Methinks you do laugh too loud.

Is that possible? I’m sorry but Americans do it far too much.We like to think we here in Britain have a brilliant sense of humour. You hear it about the regions. Liverpudlians? A breed apart, amazing sense of humour. Brummies? So dry, amazing, always get me going. The Scots, Billy Connolly? Say no more. Americans? Nah! No sense of irony? NO! Americans do comedy brilliantly. Saturday Night Live. A bedrock of some of the best in the world. A recent discovery is a stand up comedian Nate Baghatze. Dry deadpan delivery with no effingand blinding, nothing crude about him, no … Continue reading Methinks you do laugh too loud.

It’s like a cruise without the water, (actually there was quite a lot of water).

They have several ‘houses’ around the country, like big country houses in superb locations. These are the ships. They fill them with people all of at least bus pass age, then bring in the crew. The usual chefs, managers and serving staff but additionally a volunteer crew who are charged with leading these ‘passengers’ on a variety of walks in the neighbourhood. We joined the ‘ship’ in North Yorkshire for a weekend of walking and talking. Trained it up there, all quite straightforward, then the taxi from the station in Skipton, a town known for the invention of the skip, … Continue reading It’s like a cruise without the water, (actually there was quite a lot of water).