Bog Men and The Cost of a Drink!

Actually they have very little in common apart from the fact they both relate to Dublin. 

The bog men which you can find in the Natural History Museum are alarming fascinating.  You feel that you shouldn’t be looking at them as in its wrong to stare, yet you can’t take your eyes of the detail of their bodies and demise. 

On the other hand the cost of drink, food, and staying in Dublin is jolly expensive.  I would say the most expensive European city I have stayed in recent years.  

A couple of examples, two chocolate eclairs. . €10!  A glass of wine  €9! And Guinness  €7a pint.  And as for the cost of a meal…….

A one off

On year ago today I ran a spoken word and music event in the anthitheatre of Birmingham City Centre Library. 

It was a lovely warm day and the anthitheatre was brilliant.  The sounds projected up into the roads above.  

All the audience loved the event and it was a thrill for the performers to have such great natural acoustics. 

“Why won’t it happen again?” I hear you ask? 

Because they have buried the amphitheatre in cement and soil to save on costs! 

RIP Scooby Doo

6 years ago Scooby Doo died 

No I don’t mean the cartoon dog, I mean the family dog that was named after the cartoon dog.  My young daughter who was two at the time wanted a dog, so we got a family dog…Scooby Doo. 

She was a lovely dog, so scared of water, she walked around puddles, she wad happiest when she was carrying  everything around in her mouth and also she was incredibly maternal.  On one occasion, she had a puppy who was born dead, we buried the pup in the garden.  Not long after,  Scooby had dug the puppy up and was trying to lick the pup alive. 

Scooby also gave birth to Buddha, the wonderful dog we still have. ..and so I guess
 a little bit of Scooby is still alive and happy 

Time of Your Life 

Last night was my monthly spoken word event. It’s always crazy, long and incredibly diverse.  I enjoy the eccentric side of life and my monthly event is  magnet for these wonderful characters. 

Now,
 one man who has learning disabilities has been coming along to my event for quite a while, he sometimes interrupts the acts and sings, “time of your life ” randomly.  There is normally a kind sole who encourages him to listen to the acts instead of interrupting. 

Last night at end of the night, I gathered everyone together and we sang, “time of your life ” just for him….

…well we didn’t just sing it,  in my true spoken word style we performed it for him. Singing, drumming and one lady got up and danced with him

Big News 

Yes, today I have heard big news. ..no huge news.  On a world wide scale it’s tiny news. 

“What’s the news? ” I hear you ask 

I am going to be a nanny, my very first grandchild is on the way.  Today my youngest daughter Elle,  phoned me to announce in excited delight that she is pregnant. 

What a funny world it is, I have four children and it’s my youngest that is pregnant first 

A Leonard Cohen Day

We are in August, yesterday morning felt like late October.  It was dark, cold and raining. 

But there is also something comforting about these days, I was inside doing work looking out of the patio doors at the bleak weather. The music industry chose to play was Leonard Cohens amazing album, “you want it darker. ” .. seamed apt 😄

Trolly Trouble 

I knew as soon as I chose that trolley it was going to be trouble. 

It was stuck on another trolley and needed a jolly good shake to free it.  That was just the beginning, from then it was downhill.  The trolley had a strong pull to the left,  even entering the door of Tescos was hard work.

I should have given up then,  but I am not a quitter so I persisted.  Each left turn around a corner needed superman strength. All my power was needed to stop the trolley knocking down perfectly placed rows of food. 

Eventually I reached the checkout, relief ran from my body, that’s when trolley developed a life of itself and moved away rapidly from where I had placed it  …into a young suited  man walking innocently by…

A ghostly photo 

I take a lot of photos and often upload them to social media sites. 

Yesterday was no exception when I visited a friend for their birthday, what was exceptional was when someone pointed out a ramdon photo in between my photos of a sunny day in Bristol a rainy night time photo of an unknown Street. 

I checked the likey suspects what’s app, any photos that had been sent to my in news feeds etc.  There was not a thing,  this photo has appeared randomly in my phones gallery from nowhere. 

This is even more odd. .the photo of the rainy Street changes to a totally different photo when I am trying to upload it on here…no joke!

The ghost photo…