Singular silent determination

Some people get by with a lot of talking, like I do. My religious studies teacher called me “garrulous” at which I asked him what it means. “You talk too much Davies” he replied and I went very briefly silent. I suppose this blog is an indication of my talkative side, wittering on might be a better description. I was not really suited to the solitary life of an illustrator silently sharpening my pencils alone, always preferring to have company so I could inflict my wittering on them. Way back after school and at what people call ‘Uni’ ( Yech! … Continue reading Singular silent determination

Glossary: Daglingworth to Dudbridge

The definitive guide to the real meaning of Gloucestershire place names I produced a little book of these some years ago, I intend to publish a few here, so you could say the idea is pre-cooked. I hope you enjoy them, one group per day for the next few days. I hope you like the Daglingworth The bits hanging around the rear end of an unshorn sheep. Short for person who is unkemp and of slovenly appearance. Anyone white wearing dreadlocks. DameryThe sort of things that women keep very deep in their handbags for unforeseen circumstances that men have no knowledge of. … Continue reading Glossary: Daglingworth to Dudbridge

Books you might not want to read on a train.

“Surrounded by Idiots”. It’s a book lent to me by my daughter in law whose high powered job is to look after people, not in a nursing sense, she’s big in Human Resources. Spends hours of her days talking on the telephone or via computer to people all over the world. The book is about people types and how they can be graded in colour, and on reading the first bit of it I started to understand exactly what it was talking about. It tells of a CEO of a large company who said he was surrounded by idiots, and … Continue reading Books you might not want to read on a train.

E cards, posting for the use of.

I’m a fan. Of the idea rather than what you can get. When it comes to design choice in particular to Christmas they have loads that I don’t like. Seeking out the right one involves some trawling. Some come with animations and birds flying to lift music, and those in particular have to be seen. Because if you don’t open them you get a gentle reminder that you haven’t! Imagine that happening with the standard posted greeting card, 2 days after the postman has delivered the postal police come to your door and enquire if there’s a reason you haven’t … Continue reading E cards, posting for the use of.

Man who wears overalls

Generally immaculate without an oil stain to be seen these are generally men of a certain age, and have been retired from their career in an executive non overall position overseeing the worldwide supply of widgets, vital in many industries. Almost certainly privately educated where they first witnessed overall wearing by the ground staff at their school who kept the lawns ( never called grass unless in the print on the sign saying ‘keep off’ ) immaculately with never the sign of a single weed. Mowing it with an Atco top of the range but ancient machine that chugged away … Continue reading Man who wears overalls

Art on a Northern Train

On my way back from Huddersfield to Elsecar, just outside of Barnsley, on a wintery night after a lovely lunch with my friends in Huddersfield. We ate at a Farm Shop restaurant and the hot beef sandwich I had was enough to warm anyone. it was the end of a great day out for me . On the train a pair of young women on their way I suppose for a night out in Sheffield. Both might be described as semi punk goth, one more striking and brave than the other who I suppose was there as general encouragement. Absolutely … Continue reading Art on a Northern Train

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).