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Saturday, 11 August 2007
Help! - And Get Postcards From The Reg.
I have made up my mind, I need a holiday and I'm going to have one.
I always put off planning a holiday - I put off, put off, put off and put off until, guess what? I don't end up going anywhere. I haven't been "away" for two years and, prior to that, I used to holiday about one year in four. Well, I've learnt my lesson and this time I'm going to get my knickers into gear and sort something out.
One drawback to a Pither holiday has always been that I had to shell out about double the amount other people did for the same get-away. I have four dogs and WILL NOT PUT THEM IN KENNELS (after one horrendous experience) and so have to pay people to stay at the Towers to look after them. My last holiday was in Crete and it did, indeed, cost more to have the dogs house-sat for a fortnight than it did for me to fly and stay on the island.
Well, this year, thanks to a slight hiccup in the marital department, I will have to holiday alone but the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither will be on hand at the Towers to look after the menagerie (she has already been to Rome and Bali this year so guilt is not an issue).
The trouble is, I haven't been on holiday alone since I was in my 20s - and I'm not sure how it will work. Part of me is relishing the prospect of going where I want, doing what I want, when I want and how I want. Another part is conscious of the fact that a man in his mid-40s, alone in a foreign land, will look, at best, sad, and at worst, a paedophile or sex tourist.
So, where does the man who has nothing go on holiday alone? Being a bloke, lying on a beach all day just doesn't appeal to me. I am more of a scenery and things to explore kind of a chap. However, after such a shit year, I do fancy somewhere hot this time, if only because the pace of life in places like that tends to be slower and more relaxed. Sardinia appeals, as does Sicily (best cooks in the world!!) but I'm not sure.
I don't want to see any Union Jack shorts. Ideally, I don't want to come across anyone from Britain at all - or Germany or the USA or Australia etc. I want to eat superb food, drink good wine, relax in the evening by chatting to local people or taking myself off to some beautiful spot to read a good book and watch the sun go down.
I want somewhere where with history, somewhere with its own, distinct culture, where the Stock Exchange hasn't been heard of, where newspapers don't exist, where radios and televisions are outlawed and where all the women have enormous gazongas.
This is an appeal to all my cultured chums out there. Where do I go?
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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007
SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1.
From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).
Monday, 12 November 2007
Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.
....And On the Subject of Great Public Services
I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.
...There's More
On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!
Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!
Oh...........my............God!!!!!
My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!
Tuesday, 18 September 2007.
I wish I'd sung this!
For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can.
(P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.)
P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.
To Make You Laugh and Cry
I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons.
On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"
This Is My Life, Rated | |
Life: | 4.2 |
Mind: | 4.1 |
Body: | 2.7 |
Spirit: | 8 |
Friends/Family: | 1.6 |
Love: | 0 |
Finance: | 5.9 |
Take the Rate My Life Quiz |
I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things
Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact.
To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:
Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........
In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today.
The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared.
Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.
Life On The Edge - No Net.
I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal?
Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having!
Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting!
Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.
The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?
Be honest........
Who fucking cares!!
4 comments:
Well SW France is out because of all the Brits.
I'm not sure there is a holiday destination in the world where there won't be Germans - it just happens (must write about staying in France next door to a German family with a daschund called 'Vinkie' when I'm feeling strong one day).
I think Italy might be good, Sicily certainly as it has history, delights of the table, sun and more than its fair share of gazongas (real ones).
Enjoying gazing upon gazongas too obviously in central Europe, all of Asia, might mark you as a possible sex tourist. Having an appreciative gawp in France or Italy is simply good manners.
Easy enough to avoid setting off pedo alarm bells: avoid all Asia, the Balkans and anywhere in Europe that could be described as a "family friendly" destination.
Orkney is nice this time of the year, but then I'm biased. There are no Germans on Westray at present, the sun was shining yesterday, the neeps and tatties go wonderfully well with the best seafood in the world - crabs, lobster and scallops at rock-bottom prices. And - according to Lloyds Bank this week - we're not in the UK. The locals certainly don't speak Eglish as I've ever heard it before. You can help me clean out the pig shed as well. What are you waiting for?
I'm an Asian and don't in the least think a Brit having a holiday on the continent (that's not Europe, there are a few other continents) will automatically be labelled a pedo or sex tourist. Perverts abound everywhere, not just in Asia. Asia just happens to be a convenient target for many who don't really know what they're talking about. You could have a very enjoyable time in any of something like 20,000 fabulous locations, see and experience many good things the silly TV channels haven't thought of showing you, unwind with good wine, talk to the natives and read good books. Best of all, you would probably go home not feeling like a pensioner in the making with an extended hangover but like a young man who knows there's a lot more out there than the local and getting stuck in the traffic on a motorway. Not to mention rubbishing others out of ignorance.
Dear Chip-On-The-Shoulder (aka Amigo),
Firstly, on the subject of ignorance, "the" continent in Britain refers to Europe. It does, has done and always will do. I am aware that there are other continents - we used to run most of them!!
Secondly, you appear to have spectacularly missed the point. The point was not that parts of Asia are full of native paedophiles (note, paedo, not pedo) but that they are frequented by middle-aged, single paedophiles from this country, the rest of Europe and the Americas, a group I was keen on not being associated with - so get off your high horse.
Thirdly, I am NOT a young man and I have travelled extensively - so don't patronise me, you stupid little person (irony).
Learn to read things properly, think and then, and only then, give your views. It's people like you who start wars.
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