I recognise the "junior" stance, my boy and daughters used to shoot clays (skeet?) exactly like that, they still managed to hit more than me.
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I recognise the "junior" stance, my boy and daughters used to shoot clays (skeet?) exactly like that, they still managed to hit more than me.
Skeet could be Norwegian for shoot, or it could be a misheard exclaimation by by a Louisianian backwoodsman - sheet I meeessed!
Meanwhile Bradley Wiggins won sports personality of the year and is in danger of becoming a style icon. The Cricket went well in India - England taking the series against all expectations. I've given up on the footie where petulence and cheating is overshadowing our beautiful game.
But den when Boudreaux missed dat 'gator wit his gun, he hit Thibodeaux instead. Keeled him dead. So he had to go tell Madam Thibodeaux dat her man was shot dead down in da bayou. Boudreaux weren't no good at dat kinda stuff, so he try and think hard 'bout what to say. He been thinkin' da whole way over to Thibodeaux's cabin. Finally he work hisself up and go knock on da door. Mrs. Thibodeaux opened it:
Madam Thibodeaux: Hep ya?
Boudreaux: Is you da widow Thibodeaux?
Madam Thibodeaux: Why no. I'm not a widow.
Boudreaux: Da hell you ain't!
...and so it goes down in Cajun country.
Also, I'm thinking Lance Armstrong won't be short listed for any Sportsman-of-the-Year honors this go around.
It probably went down better than "bereavement councilling" yu-heah
Curses! The World didn't end. Now I have to go Christmas shopping.
also referred to as "clay pigeons".
haha brilliant !
There's still a few hours left here.
So far it's relatively calm, smattering of alto stratus clouds, a group of Chickadees and Juncos are foraging for a few morsels in the Oaks and Elms.
UPS delivery just pulled up with a package, The old lady quickly ran out to intercept it. (I bet it's my Keats - better be hardbound)
The pets aren't showing any signs of impending doom.
It's 4:00 pm CDT, let's see how the evening hours turn out.
Happy Birthday Paulclem!
Green Allotments...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-xwenJ-Cw0
Happy Birthday Chairman Paulclem.
Now, real pigeons used to be used for practice. You'd get your butler to release them from the battlements, and blast away with your black powder firing muzzle loader. This was fine while the supply of pigeons - and the butler's nerve - held up. Later, some bright spark invented a hollow glass sphere and a catapult to launch them. For realism, the spheres were stuffed with pigeon feathers so you,d get a satisfying feathery puff when you hit one. Later, expensive glass was replaced with rough fired clay and the clay pidgeon was born.
Thanks Gilliat and Mick. I had a good day.
My wife also bought me a bottle of Jim Beam with honey. I don't know whether this is breaking a rule of the club, but I really like it. I like Southern Comfort too as i have a sweet tooth.
Chairman Paul has a ring to it. certainly the Allotment Association is not a democracy, though this is more by way of inertia rather than despotism.
The Pope has been going mad Christmas shopping on Ebay this year. Fortunately his credit is good........
.....He has Paypal infallibility
How was your Christmas Day chaps? I'm rather thinking that I'd like to do things differently next year - a buffet instead of dinner, even go out. Our dinner was great as usual, but it just dominates the whole day with the usual catering stress that goes with it. It probably won't change.
We were talking to the lad in Japan on Skype before we ate yesterday. His Grandma and the old Auntie were able to chat to him and see that he's alright. (At the moment he looks like Jesus with long hair - which is probably due to hair cutting inertia rather than deign). I regularly send him messageson Facebook and we have conversations if he's up or available. He doesn't seem so far away. The tech is great.
Excellent Christmas thankyou paul, got my morning jobs done, then cooked the dinner, I really enjoy it. This year there were only five of us so it was very relaxing.
Today there are 13 or 14 coming.
At the moment I am on here to avoid watching The Railway Children, which always gets me.
That rain and snow pulled through !
We recorded about 1.6 inches of rain followed by approximately 2 inch snow.
Another white Christmas in three years.
Santa is losing his touch though. The Keats I wished for turned out to be a critical analysis of his Odes.
All I wanted was a collection of his greatest hits as long as it included "To Autumn".
That's a keeper. Hope you don't mind if I borrow it from time to time.
I had an interesting time today mooching around a very wet Coventry centre. I seem to get better ideas if I'm out and about - the TV rarely stimulates me - and so I went up town on the pretext of getting some necessities, but spent most of the time wandering around and drinking coffee in a Costa cafe. I wrote a few Haiku, and finished reading a book on Russia in WW2 by Richard Overy on the handy kindle.
Anyway whilst i was up there I remembered we'd got a Vologograd Place near the City Centre. Volgograd used to be Stalingrad before the de-Stalinisation of the Soviet Union took place under Khruschev. I decided to pop down there and take a few photos. (I'll post them when I find the micro SD adapter).
Volgograd Place is a bit strange. It seems a funny place to have as a tribute to the city Coventry is twinned with. (Coventry actually twinned with Stalingrad during the battle - the first city ever to twin with any city). It's beneath the concrete monstrosity that is the ring road around the city centre. It used to lie in the path to the Coventry and Warwickshire hospital before they closed it a couple of years ago, but it has always been a place leading to the rougher part of town, with a local homeless hostel and an alcoholics' treatment centre nearby. I used to meet my wife when she worked in the casualty and various wards, as at night it is barely better than a subway, as you can imagine the types of blokes you would see - and still do see - hanging around there.
This is to do the original tribute a bit of a disservice though, as, when it was first developed, the ring road was a source of pride to the city and formed part of the post war regeneration of WW2 damage. It was opened by the then Mayor of Volgograd, and includes a kind of art installation in concrete. I used to walk past - or rather through - this installation and wonder how anyone could think it was at all appealing, and what was the artist thinking of.
Since I saw the plaque and name though, the whole thing seems to make a brutal sense. What you have is the usual pathway underneath the ring road made with flagstones which is flanked by mounds of concrete with blocks sticking out at various angles. It was after I read the plaque that i realised that the smooth flagstones represent the river Volga, and the rubble like concrete at the edges represents the ruins of the city that was then Stalingrad.
I see the place differently now, though I still tend not to frequent the place at night.
I've found a picture on the internet. The lady walking with the push chair is walking through the river. You can see the rubble on the other side of the river. Interestingly, when it was opened it had water features, and no doubt will have looked a lot better.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/iancvt55/6619073339/
Here's another set of 4 - scroll down to the third set of four pics.
http://www.talkingbirds.co.uk/master...8_mission.html
A memorial made of concrete somehow suits Coventry.
I don't know why but I always think of concrete when I think of Coventry. I mean that in a good 1960's way, when optimism and confidence and concrete came together and rebuilt war ravaged cities in the pristine white stuff. When enthusiastic publicly funded Architects were sweeping their drawing boards clear of clutter, and shuttering and pouring out the future. When ancient Vitruvian proportions were replaced by the ubiquitous 1:2:3 of readymix .
Heady times and short lived.