The English obsession with bank holiday outings.

So it's Bank Holiday Monday and little'un is home.

"Let's go out somewhere"

"Where?"

"What about visiting Wildwood and looking at the animals?"

"Yeahhhhh..."

Waterproofs in the car and off we go. As is expected, it starts pissing down as soon as we set off. Not to worry, one of us is English and this is what we do on Bank Holidays, whatever the weather.

We arrive at the sea of mud called Wildwood, just down the road from Canterbury. After being relieved of a second mortgage, we enter the sea of mud and saw:

An Adder lying in mud.
Red Deer walking in mud.
Wolves playing in mud.
Wild Boar adding to the mud.

All in all we saw very little wildlife, but a hell of a lot of mud. Most of the little beasties were tucked up in the warm and dry and what we did see had a fascination for mud. Needless to say, it was not an altogether successful outing, so we headed off for a pub lunch and found this delightful inn in a little village called Westbere which is situated just North of Canterbury. And of course, the sun came out.



Good food, great real ales and a charming host. What more could you want to end the day?

Shame about the mud, though.

The scientific approach is best

For all those 'animal activists' I wound up with my last post, this article might help to redress the balance.

Animal Rights Activists. Are they losing the plot?

Yep, I think that most of us upstanding, law abiding (occasionally) citizens are just getting a tad tired of these nutters who go around terrifying innocent people in the name of animal welfare.

If that is what you think they are 'fighting' for, then my dog doesn't lick his balls.

I abhor any violence or cruelty to any animal, apart from several people I could name, but to repeat an oft mentioned subject relating to this matter, you only have to observe the advantages that diabetics have gained through modern drugs that were invented with the aid of animal research.

Take this scenario.

1. An 'animal activist' couple have a beautiful child which they obviously love dearly.
2. That child succumbs to a terminal illness.
3. The only way to alleviate the child's suffering is to administer drugs that were devised by the use of animal research.

I hope this never happens, but the choice is obvious.

What say your beliefs if this was the predicament that any of us could face?

We do not live in Utopia. Sometimes we have to make tough decisions on sensistive issues. I hate the idea of any animal suffering pain in the search for a better quality of life for my fellow human beings, but these decisions have to be made whether we like them, or not.

Time to go

Isn't it about time that 'Jabba the Hutt' departed this government once and for all?

Aren't we all just a little pissed off with seeing that fat smug bastard grinning at us from every available media? The man is just an over hyped, overweight ex union official who is constantly sticking his fingers up at those he is meant to represent. I personally cannot stand the fat git.

So "Piss off Prescott" and make this country a better place to wake up to each morning.

P.S. Think about it. Have you ever seen Jabba the Hutt and John Prescott in the same room together. Ah ha! There you have it.

Getting your priorities right

Only just over a week to go and my eleven year old step-daughter arrives from the States for her summer visit, so I am frantically trying to organise a trip to Alton Towers/Thorpe Park etc. Getting in a pile of junk food and browsing games websites for the latest PS2 releases.

Right, that's me organized, now about the little 'un......

Stop press......

The car sailed through its M.O.T. test, so guess where I will be visiting next year just before the fateful day?

Brighton Rock

With the M.O.T. test due on Monday and me panicking about the motor failing on emissions, I was advised to take the car on a good long run giving it stacks of welly. Apparently, this cleans out the catalytic converter. A good excuse to visit Brighton for the day.

Now Brighton is around seventy miles from us and we made it in just over an hour. I gave it some welly. We spent half as much time again trying to park and then getting out of the bloody car park.

The Brighton festival was in progress, although all we saw were a few Morris dancers and a couple of street entertainers. I think most of the action is in the evening. Whilst admiring some of the wonderful regency architecture typical of Brighton, we noticed a sign inviting an open house. It was actually a local artist displaying their pottery, but Mrs k was just interested in mooching around one if these gorgeous buildings. Bit of a disappointment actually as most of them have been split up into studio/flats, thus spoiling their original interiors.

The sun graced us with its presence for a while and we enjoyed a lovely stroll along the prom. Tiddly-om-pom-pom. Visited 'The Lanes' and had a wander on the only remaining pier. I took a few pictures, but the day was pretty grey which didn't inspire me to be too creative. My favourite is the one of the little sweet shop.

Suitably knackered and paying a second mortgage for the parking we flew back home. It was great to get back and put our feet up with a lovely cup of tea/coffee.

I can't bear it..............

I can feel the tension mounting.

Trouble sleeping.

Sweaty palms.

Constant state of anxiety.

Nails chewed to the bone.

Yes it's that time of year again. My faithful, trusty old car goes for its M.O.T. on Monday. Thirteen years young it is and still going strong. Last year it scraped through the emissions test by the skin of its tyres, so it's fingers crossed all around please or I may well be riding Shanks's Pony pretty soon.

Oh deep joy.
My peas are emerging.
I can't stand the excitement.

Now all that I need is a cow for the steak and an endless supply of chips.

Back down to earth

Oh well, the great British weather has put the mockers on our flight to the Isle of Wight today, so we are having a day out in France via Eurotunnel.

No doubt Mrs k will be relishing the thought of tucking into snails again. Mussels, fine. I'm even partial to the odd tub of cockles, but snails . Somehow I think not.

Come fly with me

One of life's pleasures happens tomorrow. I am having a day off work.

Yippee.........

And even better, the job I have been working on is a shitter and someone else has to take it over tonight and tomorrow. Hopefully, it will be done when I go back on Thursday.

As a birthday treat, myself and Mrs.K are being flown to the Isle of Wight for a spot of lunch. Oohhhhhh, aren't we posh. This was sprung on me by a couple of good friends of mine. Totally gobsmacked or what? We're just praying that the weather will be fine.

The camera is coming, so hopefully we will get some good shots.

P.S. Do you like the plane we are going in? ;)

P.P.S. Do you know what it is? (come on b, it's a doddle)

Watched a great movie last night. It was Oh Brother, Where Art Thou featuring among others, George Clooney in a role you would hardly expect to find him playing.

The film is loosely based on the Greek classic 'Homer's Odyssey' and features same great comedic scenes involving the three principal characters in their quest to break from jail and reclaim their stash of loot.

I am not a great movie buff, but I do love any film directed by either one or both of the Coen brothers. So far we have watched Fargo, the Great Lebowski, Blood Simple and Oh Brother. All brilliant movies in their own right.

I was blown away by the soundtrack to this movie. Pure Bluegrass where Clooney actually sings some of the songs.