Thursday, 30 August 2012

Pub news and other stuff.

The pub was packed again today. A party of walkers had pre-booked, plus the usual walk ins.

The 'Chairman' said he might do some "on-line" shopping this afternoon. (I'll leave that to your own imagination, but bear in mind he will be in his back garden!)

In other news, I had a lovely phone call from a bloggie friend of mine zoe. We chatted away for about twenty minutes and hopefully at some point may be able to meet. Thank you for calling, Zoe, I enjoyed our chat!

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Pub news and general drivel.

It was fairly busy in the pub today. We had a good laugh with 'The Chairman', he's mad! I can't divulge any of the conversation or I'll get sued!

In other news, I was hoping to settle down in the rocking chair in the conservatory, listen to some Pink Floyd and have a snooze. But guess what. It's hosing it down and I can't here a bloody thing! HO HUM!

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Joke Tuesday.

I didn't know that.

Subject: How the Olympics Got Its Name.

A slave call girl from Sardinia, named Gedophamee, was attending a great but as yet unnamed athletic festival 2500 years ago in Greece.

In those days, believe it or not, the athletes performed naked.

To prevent unwanted arousal while competing, the men imbibed freely on drink containing saltpeter be fore and throughout the variety of events.

At the opening ceremonial parade, Gedophamee observed the first wave of naked magnificent males marching toward her, and she exclaimed: "OH!! Limp Pricks!"

Over the next two and a half millennia, that morphed into "Olympics".

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Home news.

Dad picked me up from the pub this afternoon. He was looking down.

"Are you ok?", I asked. "I've had a disaster" he said. "Mum's wedding ring fell off my finger and went under the washing machine, but I can't get it".(He's worn her ring on his little finger since she died twelve years ago. It's his last link to her.)

I rang a mate of mine and he came over and after much scrabbling around under the machine Dad was re-united with the ring. The joy on his face was obvious. My mate wouldn't accept any payment.

He'll have a good few pints behind the bar tomorrow!

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Joke Tuesday.

A cop was patrolling late at night in a well-known lover's spot, famous for all obsene activities.

He sees a couple in a car, with the interior light brightly glowing. The cop carefully approaches the car to get a closer look.

Then he sees a young man behind the wheel, reading a computer magazine. He immediately notices a young woman in the rear seat, knitting. Puzzled by this surprising situation, the cop walks to the car and gently raps on the driver's window. The young man lowers his window. "Uh, yes, officer?"

The cop says: "What are you doing?" The young man says: "Well Officer, I'm reading a magazine."

Pointing towards the young woman in the back seat the cop says: "And her, what is she doing?" The young man shrugs: "Sir, I believe she's knitting a pullover sweater."

Now, the cop is totally confused.. A young couple, alone, in a car, at night in a Lover's lane... and nothing obscene is happening!

The cop asks: "What's your age, young man?" The young man says "I'm 22, sir." The cop asks: "And her...what's her age?"

The young man looks at his watch and replies: "She'll be 18 in 11 minutes."

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

Joke Tuesday.

Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation. They were determined to make this a real vacation by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy.

As soon as the plane landed they headed for a store and bought some really outrageous shorts, shirts, sandals, sunglasses etc.

The next morning they went to the beach dressed in their 'tourist' garb. They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, the sunshine and the scenery when a 'drop dead gorgeous' blonde in a topless bikini came walking straight towards them. They couldn't help but stare.

As the blonde passed them she smiled and said 'Good Morning, Father ~ Good Morning, Father,' nodding and addressing each of them individually, then she passed on by.

They were both stunned. How in the world did she know they were priests?

So the next day, they went back to the store and bought even more outrageous outfits.

These were so loud you could hear them before you even saw them! Once again, in their new attire, they settled down in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine.

After a little while, the same gorgeous blonde, wearing a different colored topless bikini, taking her sweet time, came walking toward them.

Again she nodded at each of them, said 'Good morning, Father ~ Good morning, Father,' and started to walk away.

One of the priests couldn't stand it any longer and said, 'Just a minute, young lady.'

'Yes, Father?'

'We are priests and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world do you know we are priests, dressed as we are?' 'Father, it's me, Sister Kathleen.'

Monday, 13 August 2012

Garden news.

Some new photos for you.

Crinnum close-up.


Daises, self seeded.

Yucca. This spike is 6feet tall.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

General drivel.

Feel for this poor little bugger!

Don't go near Porcupines!

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Pub news.

The beer festival menu.

The fun starts on Friday!

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Monday, 6 August 2012

Pub news.

Sunday lunch was packed! I almost didn't get my roast as they were close to running out by 2pm! The second shift started at 3-30, and after they had finished 128 roasts had been served!

My roast chicken was lovely!

Sunday, 5 August 2012

Home news.

Dad is loads better! There is only a slight ache in his left arm and shoulder, otherwise he is pain free!

Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Pub news.

The Chairman has a really impressive black eye. He runs his own engineering company and was on one of his lathes when a 10" bar of metal flew out and hit him near his eye socket. He was lucky not to lose his eye!

He is now known as "ROCKY"!

In other news, the pub is still busy, and the second beer and cider festival starts next week. I'll publish the list of beers soon.