Friday, 9 February 2018

Meet the f*ckers....

...er...family....

I am not alone....once I had arrived in the house it was quite surprising to find the olds coming home on a reasonably regular basis with new family members.....luckily I'm friendly and happy to share...well...unless its holidays or going somewhere, in which case....I go...there is no we....just....I....

I thought I had better take some time out to introduce all the others....its amazing we are so numerous now......so...here we go.....

Me....Monkey...Alpha and Omega....

Munter with his Munter jumper...

Terry was a rescue from Mums school...

Jimmy Christ...arrived at Christmas...and as Jesus had already been taken....

N.S. Sherlock...no messing....smoking jacket and, if you mess....
some serious bruising....don't mess...

Fatty Arbuckle....hes a big lad...

Bruiser...big....heavy...be careful...!

Yule Brynner....another Christmas arrival...

Christmas, keeps giving....Gabriel..

Mini Monkey

Obvious.....Mallory.....

Ok, obvious this time....Rudolph

Noel....must be Christmas again...

Heinrich

Mike T....

Frank B

Scrooge

Marley

...a bunch of....

Big Monkey...once removed relation, he's from Sky...

Yukon...visiting long-term from Canada....

Everyone....

Love and Marriage

....not happy ever after just yet....but getting there.....ten years on....back to Southover Grange in Lewes, East Sussex...

It was fine September weather again for the olds anniversary.....so I accompanied them, mostly cos there was food on offer after....!!

Heres a couple of choral singers....a statue....theyre singing....no one knows what though....but they do it very quietly.....



Heres the Grange itself....a very nice building one end of the gardens which were, I have to say, fabulously planted and well kept as always....they must spend hours on it and its a great backdrop for those photos of weddings and stuff....


Don't ask.....I have no idea....one of those lets all be friends all is well liberalist clap trap wishy washy type statues....possibly....


When we are born.....

....we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools....

Wise words indeed....and its the annual pilgrimage to the Globe...so it must be August....the heat of the British summer...crack you cheeks with laughter and merriment about that....

Off to King Lear....Dads favourite Shakespeare....a grande affair about a mad old man....beginning to reflect in Dad to be honest but don't tell him I said so...but heres a fine example...

...whos finger is that over the lens...?

 As you can see it was a nice sunny day....ideal for a tragedy...

                                    'Nothing will come of nothing.....speak again.....'

When it comes to culture heres a place I wont be recommending unless you want a laugh at 1: the...er....art on offer....and 2: the descriptions of said, supposed, art....

....Tate Modern...

The only thing usually going for this place is the installations in the engine hall, mostly because if you've got enough of an imagination to think of a piece of art(?) to fill it, it can be impressive...well...most of the time I guess...not always...some times its just a big pile like the rest of the stuff in there....

Shaft...er...Shard...complete...

Shard....bit missing....like Dad....

                                        'Who is it that can tell me who I am.....?'

...Walkie-talkie thingy and other stuff...

The Globe....in we go....

                        ....'we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.....'


Morocco Holiday

No sooner back from Rome....and its packing the bags for the summer holiday to Morocco.....where they drive like lunatics....Mum said Dad would fit in perfectly...!

Dad was hoping to get to the holiday home before it got too dark to allow for 1: the lunatics on the road he had been warned about....and 2: finding the house....however, it was already getting dark by the time we left the airport....

I decided I wouldn't help direct as 1: I didn't know where I was going....and.....2: Mum gets shirty if anyone else tries a bit of map reading....so I adopted the holiday position as shown below the next day in the comfortable hammock chair....


So the first thing that happens is we leave the airport and after a couple of minutes theres a loony on our side of the road, no lights, on a moped, driving straight at us.....swerves in to the gutter....we pass him....m sure there was a quacking sound from the drivers area...it wouldn't be the last either....the whole holiday was riddled with such incidents...they are a happy-go-lucky bunch, the Moroccans...

Interestingly the Police will tolerate this 'driving' technique...but wont let anyone speed...on the spot fines are available to anyone who wishes to travel fast enough....

Anyway...it was hot....and sunny....and here I am on the beach....

...as Chris Rea said....on the beach....

But he didn't say....

...at McDonalds...

Yes.....they had a McD's next to the beach in Agadir....very nice....reliable....like me....

Off to the outback of beyond...an touring the countryside to see what we see...we see here a mountain range....the Atlas mountains....this is the road to Paradise Valley which was very nice...which it should be considering its name....


...a stop with a view....

...a stop with a different view....

Along the by and by we ended up at a Berber village as there was a nice waterfall near by and possible swimming hole...heres the swimming hole...


The Berbers are a majority in North Africa....about 30 million of them....they like to think of themselves as 'free people' or 'noble men'....

Heres a Berber leading us on a Camel ride....I think I can safely say the word is Camel lumpy rather than ride....they are, somewhat, cumbersome and awkward....but look at it this way, if you wanted to get across a desert its the best way...lumpy or not....they are rather fabulous animals....

Lawrence of West of Arabia....

...does that make me Wawrence of Arabia?


It was a nice ride at sunset along the beach heading out east-ish as the sun gradually sank away....

Next we had to see some crocodilians....heres one big mouth....even bigger than dads gob with a doughnut!

....a north and south...

Whilst we were there I tried climbing a tree...

....ooh me bum....

....prick...

...don't throw me in for entertainment....

Talking of entertainment, Froog woke up cos he wanted to see the Crocs too...though we found this sign which didn't best please him....poor sod...though I'm wondering if this is a very small Croc.....or a bloody great Frog....


...does this colour suit me...


....up close and a mouth full of gnashers you don't
want to be on the wrong side of....!!


....me and Froog doing what Froog does most of the time....relax...!

Back to the beach for a typical British thing....sand castle building....I wonder if foreigners look at us and think....'what the hell are they doing?'......I don't think I've ever seen another nation do this...but if you know better....

I am....

....the King of....

...this set of castles....!