Holiday fun, version 2. Where’s the string vest then?

Publishing Version 1 resulted in a message about our holidaymakers string vest.I replied that it was, of course, under the very thick shirt that he always wears for his hols. Revelation of same would only occur in the event of temperatures in excess of 80 degrees.Rolling up the trouser and the sturdy shirtsleeve precluded any fancy ideas about wearing shorts. Ice cream came in one flavour: vanilla, and was normally sandwiched between two very thin layers of what appeared to be very thin insulation board, but was actually called wafer. My brother had a job selling such ice cream and … Continue reading Holiday fun, version 2. Where’s the string vest then?

Holiday fun, would it were so simple!

Having just returned from a holiday abroad to a job about how holidays used to be, here’s my rough idea for a piece on British hols.It happened now and again, the sun shone on this country and instead of going pink abroad we managed to go pink on our own shores.Occasionally one could spot a ‘dad’ contentedly bathing his lily-white feet in the almost warm English seas, whilst the recommended protection of a large white knotted hankie kept his head protected from the English rare sunshine. Shorts of course were never worn, what on earth was wrong with just rolling … Continue reading Holiday fun, would it were so simple!

The greasy pole…

It’s tough at the top, or so I’m told. At the start of my career ( yeright! ) I thought that I’d be climbing the greasy pole and looking for career advancement. I ended up drawing for a living, 30 years of that exclusively freelance, and then had a career change some 11 years ago. I became an executive! I wore a tie ( a friend suggested that this was probably around my waist to keep my trousers up ) and was called an account manager. Who were they kidding, calling me that! I know it’s sales, but so be … Continue reading The greasy pole…

Invisible from here.

I’ve found a way of disappearing almost completely from sight. I live in the centre of a reasonably large town and like to shop in the town without making my arms any longer than they need be by carrying heavy bags. So I bought a shopping bag on wheels. All of a sudden I’ve become completely invisible, that’s me on the left of the drawing. Not there? Yes I am but your not looking at me. You ‘re looking at the shopping trolley and thinking this is some old geezer who I will not bother giving my flyers to, I’ll … Continue reading Invisible from here.

Kesselling…I think.

. Another very early blog from the archive, short but sweet. When a sheep falls over it might, if it falls on its back, have trouble getting up again unaided. If my memory serves me right, the term for this condition is kesselling. It’s probably a term that originates in Yorkshire. I have absolutely no proof whatsoever that the term exists.This little person is in danger of kesselling, if perchance she does fall on her back then she may well need parental help in uprighting herself. Kesselring was an entirely different name, as I recall he was a top German general … Continue reading Kesselling…I think.