So, who wants to help ... to cower in the cellar?


Thank you, that would certainly settle the matter.


“Slow boomology”.



Greetings from Carinthia in Carinthia

I will post about the wedding yesterday when I have had a lie down.

It was wonderful, but I can’t get me Shoesies on today

I will have to Decline on me Chaise wearing the boxes…:wink:



Y’know. This was what always got me about Star Trek, Star Wars & their ilk.

The building of a space craft & living places for deep space will be highly technical. Repairs would not be easy. But they take huge hits, bits are knocked out, blown off, holes appear … where do to parts come from, where are the welders (CAN you weld in space ?) 'lecies, joiners ?

It’s spoilt my sci-fi enjoyment for decades.

Perhaps I should get a life.


I thoroughly enjoyed Battlestar Galactica, in its earlier stages. Although, there were bits of craft damage/sparkiness etc. occurring quite frequently.
It’s life, Armers, but not as you know it, that’s all.
Soo xx


Stayin’ safely away from the dangerous explodey bits. And yes, gas not arc, though you need specialised kit.


Talking of which, Bread is Happening. A special consignment of hot buttered crusts should be whooshing its way Chatelaineward within the hour.
Have endured the bought stuff (not from a decent baker, either - the Chorleywood crap) for the last few days and enough was Enough, rib or no rib ( some improvement there, hurrah!)


Glad to hear it; it was about time.


Chorleywood bread is great for rolling up into little white balls to flick at people.


Blotting paper got there first and tastes better.


Today has been exhausting - walking in 'orrible 'umidity (saw froglets - didn’t squish) and being a couch potato watching fabulous sport! I may be a lone voice in enjoying the latter, but what excellent results.

Wedding report demain, Carinthia? I have been on tenterhooks for this, too.

Soo xx


Sorry,I have been completely knackerated today, & summat stung/bit me on the inside of my elbow just to add to the fun.

Am ok, & hope to be firing on all cylinders tomorrow



I’m not liking the sting, Carinthia and I hope that you deployed the epi-pen - well, if you hadn’t, you’d be worse than knackerated or able to post. Hope to hear more, tomorrow xx
Off to bed, I am, with goodnights wished to Cellarites and a furfle for That Hound.

Soo xx


Try to sleep…

Sending zzzzly thoughts your way.


Ooooh, no. Not at all.

This weekend was spent couch-pototoing watching Tennis, cricket & F1. I can’t remember cricket of its type.

Even Mrs, Shanks was surprised !


I didn’t need to deploy the Epipen , Soo , used the piss pen* this time, *AfterBite . All I saw was that it was larger than a Mozzie but not as big as a Horse-Fly .

Have taken me 7 tablets & am going to bed shortly



That is because - and no joke intended - it isn’t actually cricket, but a Kiddies ’ Version for the hard of thinking. Oh, and for the benefit of bookmakers, mostly based elsewhere.
PS: why were they dressed as Smurfs?


Anorectic runt-of-the-litter batlet? She asked helpfully.
I hope it chokes on the medications in yer bloodstream and Learns Its Lesson, the cheeky wee f*cker…


Aaah. Now, you’re pushing at an open door there Gus.

To be fair 50 or 60 over matches have always been part of the sport in my lifetime & I can enjoy it for what it is. The 20 over version is a lunatic idea from stupid minds & I’ve never watched it, nor will I. There’s a new one, 100 balls each side, being introduced soon.

The colours, the razamataz, music between overs and OCD microphone people set my teeth on edge.

The magnificently pompous Henry Blofeld summed it up nicely when he bemoaned that he wished the cricket authorities would cease inventing versions of the game for those who don’t like cricket.

But, all that said & agreed, yesterday’s was a tiny bit special.