Here is my take on George Best. Robin has his own very valid opinions, here are mine, also very valid.
I was, believe it or not very caught up in the world of football in my very early teenage years. If you wanted to be popular with the boys at school you had to be!
I was in the first year of Dendigh High School in the great year of 1966 so got really caught up in that particular World event.
Just on the scene that year Georgie Best was emerging, the real George Best I mean not the pathetic excuse of a man that he was to become.
He was fabulous, exciting on and off the field and like nothing we had ever seen before. Even I can appreciate that he was a total wonder the like of which had never been seen perhaps until Pele arrived. He had the world at his feet and basically he could not cope with the pressures put upon him.
Us girls thought he was sex on legs the trouble was, so did George! We worshipped his prowess and forgave him his odd misdemeanors.
Well, if he did not turn up for training he was probably a bit tired!.
How can you expect a man to play football if he has had a late night! On it went.
Then suddenly you felt a bit let down by it all. His club needed him, we needed him to be a bit more responsible. The headlines about Bad Boy George got a bit monotonous.
Suddenly you thought maybe the gilt was coming off the ginger bread, didn't he sound just a teenee bit slurred in that interview. Wasn't that comment just a tiny bit arrogant?
One blonde model after another, surely the man could have a little more respect for himself.
Eventually after really only a few short years at the top he was a has been and it was only one persons fault! Old Georgie Boy's!
Once he became an 'alcoholic' or chose to be one! I new all was lost. He became self pitying, selfish , violent, manipulative and down right nasty.
In the end Best suffered the most from his self destruct mode, It was the longest suicide in history, but I am not sorry for him but indeed hope his soul is at peace.
I will remember my lost youth and the Georgie Best as was, lithe, sexy and a twinkle in his Irish eyes and magic in his Irish feet. God Rest his troubled soul!
Monday, November 28, 2005
Hair Raising!
My hair obviously had an effect on airport security at Inverness airport. Security would not let me out of Scotland until every little thing of mine had been thoroughly searched. Do I look like a danger to aircraft and humanity? Maybe don't answer that one. They were happy enough to let me into their extremely cold, snowy County, but like all good guard dogs were not going to let me out without a fight!
We were already concerned that the weather was going to delay or cancel the flight as it was extreme weather in the highlands, I had to go and buy an extra warm woolly while up their as my silly Sassenach items of pretty rather than practical jumpers just could not cope with -2 degrees plus wind chill. As for the snow it hardly stopped for 24 hours.
Any way back to airport security. I put my hand bag through the X-ray machine and walked under the metal detector, no problems I thought! Until the security man invited me to come to the end of the desk where he would like to search my bag. I was a little embarrassed and wondered what on earth he thought I had in it. He opened my medication (strong migraine pills) and asked what they were. Obviously he thought I was carrying drugs! I explained what they were for and he seemed happy. He then wanted me to demonstrate that my mobile was indeed exatly that. Then he found my keys! Here we had a problem, I carry on my key ring a locking device for Tumble Tots climbing trestles and it happens to be rather pointy.
what's this Madam?'
'its a key for a climbing trestle' I replied
'I don't think you can take it on the aircraft, I will have to take advice from my superior'
'well I flew up here with it in my bag' I reasoned 'You can't really take a key away from me surely' But of course I knew he could!
Anyway his superior looked me up and down and decided that I did not really pose a danger with my keys and let me keep it.
All was well for a full ten minutes sitting in departures looking at the screens of cancelled and delayed flights and warnings of severe weather all over Scotland.
Our peace was shattered by the tannoy calling for passengers Griffen and Owen to go to airport security. 'Oh no' I thought 'They have decided they want my key after all'
We duly reported to the desk where Anne was asked if here bag was one of several waiting there, it was not, but guess who's was! Yep it was my suitcase.
Yep! They wanted to search it! So here we go again, this time I had to explain why I had a ball in my case. I know it's a bit odd but I had traveled up to Scotland with Ta-shi's ball in my pocket by mistake so I had put it in my case. They seemed a little amused by my story and I think they thought I had a dog hidden about me somewhere. In the meantime they undid everything in my bag, investigated my wash bag checked my hairdryer, how very embarrassing not only to have your smalls picked over by a burly security guy but also with a senior colleague looking on as well. Made a mental note to pack tidier next time!
I commented to Anne that I hoped that they now did not want to do a body search as they would have to play some music and play pass the parcel with me as I had so many layers on!
Eventually I was deemed safe to leave the airport and was allowed to board the plane, however as it was so windy crossing the tarmac I nearly flew home without it! Anne grabbed me as a gust of wind almost toppled me, I was not keen to travel in such weather but it was Ok once above the clouds.
I think Easy jet Pilots need to work on their landing techniques though as both times they slammed the plane down rather than landing.
We were already concerned that the weather was going to delay or cancel the flight as it was extreme weather in the highlands, I had to go and buy an extra warm woolly while up their as my silly Sassenach items of pretty rather than practical jumpers just could not cope with -2 degrees plus wind chill. As for the snow it hardly stopped for 24 hours.
Any way back to airport security. I put my hand bag through the X-ray machine and walked under the metal detector, no problems I thought! Until the security man invited me to come to the end of the desk where he would like to search my bag. I was a little embarrassed and wondered what on earth he thought I had in it. He opened my medication (strong migraine pills) and asked what they were. Obviously he thought I was carrying drugs! I explained what they were for and he seemed happy. He then wanted me to demonstrate that my mobile was indeed exatly that. Then he found my keys! Here we had a problem, I carry on my key ring a locking device for Tumble Tots climbing trestles and it happens to be rather pointy.
what's this Madam?'
'its a key for a climbing trestle' I replied
'I don't think you can take it on the aircraft, I will have to take advice from my superior'
'well I flew up here with it in my bag' I reasoned 'You can't really take a key away from me surely' But of course I knew he could!
Anyway his superior looked me up and down and decided that I did not really pose a danger with my keys and let me keep it.
All was well for a full ten minutes sitting in departures looking at the screens of cancelled and delayed flights and warnings of severe weather all over Scotland.
Our peace was shattered by the tannoy calling for passengers Griffen and Owen to go to airport security. 'Oh no' I thought 'They have decided they want my key after all'
We duly reported to the desk where Anne was asked if here bag was one of several waiting there, it was not, but guess who's was! Yep it was my suitcase.
Yep! They wanted to search it! So here we go again, this time I had to explain why I had a ball in my case. I know it's a bit odd but I had traveled up to Scotland with Ta-shi's ball in my pocket by mistake so I had put it in my case. They seemed a little amused by my story and I think they thought I had a dog hidden about me somewhere. In the meantime they undid everything in my bag, investigated my wash bag checked my hairdryer, how very embarrassing not only to have your smalls picked over by a burly security guy but also with a senior colleague looking on as well. Made a mental note to pack tidier next time!
I commented to Anne that I hoped that they now did not want to do a body search as they would have to play some music and play pass the parcel with me as I had so many layers on!
Eventually I was deemed safe to leave the airport and was allowed to board the plane, however as it was so windy crossing the tarmac I nearly flew home without it! Anne grabbed me as a gust of wind almost toppled me, I was not keen to travel in such weather but it was Ok once above the clouds.
I think Easy jet Pilots need to work on their landing techniques though as both times they slammed the plane down rather than landing.
Monday, November 21, 2005
It's been a funny week!
Hurray! I can speak again, still a bit gravelly like some-one who smoked 40 cigs a day (I have never smoked one) Think Mariella Fostrup, no I think that's probably wishful thinking.
My Mum who is a great believer in the power of prayer said one for my voice, I let her believe it worked but I think the large doses of steroids did it. But then again..... Who knows!
I took Ta-shi for his 3 monthly haircut on Friday only to discover that Jo who runs the groomers out at Nuneaton had suffered a car accident on the way to work and was in hospital, get well soon Jo, hope all is well. Ta-shi was a little confused to walk into the pet shop and then straight out without his usual wash and trim and then a good old game of chase and flirt with Jo's cheeky little girl Apso.
On the way to the above Pet shop I passed a newly opened Fitness centre and Gym called 'Better Bodies' So what! I hear you shout, It directly overlooked the local Crematorium! Some-one was definitely having a laugh.
Now, Rob blog is always talking about music so I am going to have a little say on the subject.
We watched Music Hall of fame the other evening and Barry and I got into a long discussion about Dylan who was an icon of Barry's youth perhaps a little more than mine. I like a lot of his stuff now more than did then, probably because I am older and appreciate the poetry in the lyrics more. I felt that I enjoyed his songs more when they were sang by other artists, however I have now changed my mind. I heard several of his numbers covered by different singers on the show and some done by the man himself. I now see the difference! Sung by other artists they are just nice songs with pretty words, sung by Dylan the true meaning of the lyrics totally blow you away. As a kid I loved 'Blowing in the Wind' it truly meant something to me when I was painfully becoming aware of the way's of the cruel world. It is ageless and the lyrics hold true today. So I am a Dylan Convert!
As a footnote to that BJ and I were having a conversation as to what we would of like to have been called other than our own names, Bj said he would liked to have been called Dylan! Can't imagine what he would of looked like, surely he would of had to have had more hair!!!
I fancied Charlotte or Francesca, but I would have to be more Glam and ladylike.
Talking Glam, I have just returned from the hairdressers after being talked into a hair colour experience by my stylist! Its rather startling and a little bit scary, not sure if I should go out without a hat. Think tortoiseshell cat, crossed with a Tiger! I have bits of gold and bits of very bright red through it. I had asked for it to be warmed up a bit I know, but I look like a firework now! Good job BJ is away for a fortnight he would fall about laughing I think. I have to go scare the good people of Inverness on Wednesday, well, at least if they are short of a beacon I am their woman!
My Mum who is a great believer in the power of prayer said one for my voice, I let her believe it worked but I think the large doses of steroids did it. But then again..... Who knows!
I took Ta-shi for his 3 monthly haircut on Friday only to discover that Jo who runs the groomers out at Nuneaton had suffered a car accident on the way to work and was in hospital, get well soon Jo, hope all is well. Ta-shi was a little confused to walk into the pet shop and then straight out without his usual wash and trim and then a good old game of chase and flirt with Jo's cheeky little girl Apso.
On the way to the above Pet shop I passed a newly opened Fitness centre and Gym called 'Better Bodies' So what! I hear you shout, It directly overlooked the local Crematorium! Some-one was definitely having a laugh.
Now, Rob blog is always talking about music so I am going to have a little say on the subject.
We watched Music Hall of fame the other evening and Barry and I got into a long discussion about Dylan who was an icon of Barry's youth perhaps a little more than mine. I like a lot of his stuff now more than did then, probably because I am older and appreciate the poetry in the lyrics more. I felt that I enjoyed his songs more when they were sang by other artists, however I have now changed my mind. I heard several of his numbers covered by different singers on the show and some done by the man himself. I now see the difference! Sung by other artists they are just nice songs with pretty words, sung by Dylan the true meaning of the lyrics totally blow you away. As a kid I loved 'Blowing in the Wind' it truly meant something to me when I was painfully becoming aware of the way's of the cruel world. It is ageless and the lyrics hold true today. So I am a Dylan Convert!
As a footnote to that BJ and I were having a conversation as to what we would of like to have been called other than our own names, Bj said he would liked to have been called Dylan! Can't imagine what he would of looked like, surely he would of had to have had more hair!!!
I fancied Charlotte or Francesca, but I would have to be more Glam and ladylike.
Talking Glam, I have just returned from the hairdressers after being talked into a hair colour experience by my stylist! Its rather startling and a little bit scary, not sure if I should go out without a hat. Think tortoiseshell cat, crossed with a Tiger! I have bits of gold and bits of very bright red through it. I had asked for it to be warmed up a bit I know, but I look like a firework now! Good job BJ is away for a fortnight he would fall about laughing I think. I have to go scare the good people of Inverness on Wednesday, well, at least if they are short of a beacon I am their woman!
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Still croaking!
I think some-one in the Tesco's CCTV department is having a laugh! I received a money off coupon today for.... Cif bathroom cleaner! Do they want another demonstration of exfoliation or are that considering re marketing it as a beauty product, either way its excellent for the bath but not for the face.
Still can't speak, it's getting very boring now and a bit scary, I just want my voice back please.
I had to get an emergency appointment to see the Doctor this morning as I could not stop wheezing and despite using my inhaler many times it did not help. How embarrassing when the Doctor asked to see the inhaler to find the expiry date on it was June 2003! No wonder it had not helped. So... I have a new inhaler and a course of the dreaded steroid tablets to bring the asthma under control and hopefully reduce the inflammation in my Larynx. I hate taken steroids as although they do make you feel better quite quickly, I have to take SIX, yes SIX at a time for six days then stop. The stopping is the problem , I get what must be withdrawal symptoms and feel very down and lethargic for a good few days.
Still, in the meantime I may run a Marathon, or lift some heavy weights, but must avoid random blood tests!
Still can't speak, it's getting very boring now and a bit scary, I just want my voice back please.
I had to get an emergency appointment to see the Doctor this morning as I could not stop wheezing and despite using my inhaler many times it did not help. How embarrassing when the Doctor asked to see the inhaler to find the expiry date on it was June 2003! No wonder it had not helped. So... I have a new inhaler and a course of the dreaded steroid tablets to bring the asthma under control and hopefully reduce the inflammation in my Larynx. I hate taken steroids as although they do make you feel better quite quickly, I have to take SIX, yes SIX at a time for six days then stop. The stopping is the problem , I get what must be withdrawal symptoms and feel very down and lethargic for a good few days.
Still, in the meantime I may run a Marathon, or lift some heavy weights, but must avoid random blood tests!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Dog has a new bed.
Well, today this is the only way I can communicate as I have acute viral laryngytis. It is not in the least bit funny as try, as I am told I must not by the Doctor I can hardly utter a sound.
The funny thing is people I have had to try and 'talk' to end up whispering back to me, including my boss when I had to try and explain why I needed a few days off when I phoned in sick. I did not need to say many words as it was pretty obvious what was the matter with me, once she had differentiated me from a dirty old man making a nuisance call. I can do a realistic Phil and Grant impression if nothing else.
Before all this came on I had a little shopping trip and decided to treat Ta-shi to a new bed. Nothing really wrong with the old one, a hard plastic affair with a nice furry blanket in it. It was inherited from his predecessor Molly, another Lhaso Apso of note but more noble and Lady like than the mad boy Ta-shi. However it was a little dog eared and scruffy!
I came in the house carrying the new upmarket smart new bed calling Ta-shi to come and see his new present. I teased him a bit and played with him asking him to sit in it and generally made a big fuss of him and the new bed. It is soft and furry made from 'TeddyBear' material, this is what caused the confusion!
Ta-shi (pronounced Tar Shee and meaning lucky or good fortune in Tibetan) thought it was a new throw toy an enormous Frisbee I think. He duly dragged it into the lounge and dropped it at my feet ready for me to throw for him to fetch. What a spoil sport he thought I was when I put it back and got his Teddy to throw for him. Oh no, he went right back and fetched the bed out again. This went on for a bit until I decided to ignore him and the bed so he lost interest, until later!
I collected Barry from the airport and Ta-shi having not seen his beloved play mate for a week immediately dragged his new 'toy' out for Barry to throw!
He now has realized it is his new bed and absolutely adores it, he even snuggles into it during the day when normally he has a blanket on a chair in the lounge. The cats who were welcome to have a snooze in the old bed are not allowed any where near it and if he thinks they are getting a bit close to it he will sit in it and guard it with a little low grumble to warn them off.
Well best go and rehearse for my duet with Rod Stuart!
The funny thing is people I have had to try and 'talk' to end up whispering back to me, including my boss when I had to try and explain why I needed a few days off when I phoned in sick. I did not need to say many words as it was pretty obvious what was the matter with me, once she had differentiated me from a dirty old man making a nuisance call. I can do a realistic Phil and Grant impression if nothing else.
Before all this came on I had a little shopping trip and decided to treat Ta-shi to a new bed. Nothing really wrong with the old one, a hard plastic affair with a nice furry blanket in it. It was inherited from his predecessor Molly, another Lhaso Apso of note but more noble and Lady like than the mad boy Ta-shi. However it was a little dog eared and scruffy!
I came in the house carrying the new upmarket smart new bed calling Ta-shi to come and see his new present. I teased him a bit and played with him asking him to sit in it and generally made a big fuss of him and the new bed. It is soft and furry made from 'TeddyBear' material, this is what caused the confusion!
Ta-shi (pronounced Tar Shee and meaning lucky or good fortune in Tibetan) thought it was a new throw toy an enormous Frisbee I think. He duly dragged it into the lounge and dropped it at my feet ready for me to throw for him to fetch. What a spoil sport he thought I was when I put it back and got his Teddy to throw for him. Oh no, he went right back and fetched the bed out again. This went on for a bit until I decided to ignore him and the bed so he lost interest, until later!
I collected Barry from the airport and Ta-shi having not seen his beloved play mate for a week immediately dragged his new 'toy' out for Barry to throw!
He now has realized it is his new bed and absolutely adores it, he even snuggles into it during the day when normally he has a blanket on a chair in the lounge. The cats who were welcome to have a snooze in the old bed are not allowed any where near it and if he thinks they are getting a bit close to it he will sit in it and guard it with a little low grumble to warn them off.
Well best go and rehearse for my duet with Rod Stuart!
Sunday, November 13, 2005
We Remember Them.
Percy Albert Jennings, like the rest of us Jennings/Janko's was a rather small man standing only 5'3'' and a tiny size four shoe size. However, he had the heart of a lion when it came to standing up for what was right. He had some terrible experiences during several major battles in World War One but he would like many men of his time, never speak of them. Not for them counseling or treatment for Post Traumatic stress (not right or good but how it was).
He was my Granddad!
When I was in GSE year at school I chose to do modern History including coverage of this dark dreadful time and asked for his help. I opened a Pandora's box of memory for him which was both traumatic and cathartic for this beautiful man.
He received the citation after his friend beside him was shot and killed in a gruesome manner, Apparently this poor boy's guts spilled out of a wound in his stomach and for a few minutes my Granddad thought he would be OK if only he could put this guy's guts back inside of him. It dawned on him that he was dead and in his own words, " It really got me mad, I saw the red mist and just went."
This tiny, quiet, gentle man who we all loved dearly showed bravery and compassion such that I hope none of any of us will ever need to.
He stayed friendly with one of the prisoners who he nicknamed Fritz, (the prisoners had to be kept at the front until they could be transported elsewhere) this 'Enemy' had a young wife and baby at home, Granddad saw pictures of them. Fritz also carved a beautiful walking stick for Percy which is in our family to this day.
I am very happy to say Percy lived to a wonderful 86 years old saw my two boys born and was a wonderful Granddad who loved nothing more than to grow Roses and work his allotment with two grubby little girls in tow picking his peas for him and learning the names of all the roses in his garden.
Awarded Military Medal During 1st World War
Citation Reads
P.T.E (L/C) P.A. Jennings 11th Suffolk Regiment (Cambs)
During the attack near Vendige on 24th October when the line of consolidation was exposed to much machine gun and trench mortar fire this NCO went out to deal with a party of riflemen who were causing casualties to our men.
By a bold dash he succeeded in completely overwhelming the enemy and brought back seven prisoners. Throughout the operation he showed a fearless determination to succeed.
God rest you Grandad, you were so loved.
He was my Granddad!
When I was in GSE year at school I chose to do modern History including coverage of this dark dreadful time and asked for his help. I opened a Pandora's box of memory for him which was both traumatic and cathartic for this beautiful man.
He received the citation after his friend beside him was shot and killed in a gruesome manner, Apparently this poor boy's guts spilled out of a wound in his stomach and for a few minutes my Granddad thought he would be OK if only he could put this guy's guts back inside of him. It dawned on him that he was dead and in his own words, " It really got me mad, I saw the red mist and just went."
This tiny, quiet, gentle man who we all loved dearly showed bravery and compassion such that I hope none of any of us will ever need to.
He stayed friendly with one of the prisoners who he nicknamed Fritz, (the prisoners had to be kept at the front until they could be transported elsewhere) this 'Enemy' had a young wife and baby at home, Granddad saw pictures of them. Fritz also carved a beautiful walking stick for Percy which is in our family to this day.
I am very happy to say Percy lived to a wonderful 86 years old saw my two boys born and was a wonderful Granddad who loved nothing more than to grow Roses and work his allotment with two grubby little girls in tow picking his peas for him and learning the names of all the roses in his garden.
Awarded Military Medal During 1st World War
Citation Reads
P.T.E (L/C) P.A. Jennings 11th Suffolk Regiment (Cambs)
During the attack near Vendige on 24th October when the line of consolidation was exposed to much machine gun and trench mortar fire this NCO went out to deal with a party of riflemen who were causing casualties to our men.
By a bold dash he succeeded in completely overwhelming the enemy and brought back seven prisoners. Throughout the operation he showed a fearless determination to succeed.
God rest you Grandad, you were so loved.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Oh Lonesome Me!
Well, two out of the three most loved people in my life are out of the Country just now, was it something I said?
Eldest Son out on a business trip to Hong Kong and China sourcing very special 'made in China' goods for the Company he works for. I am sure he will do a sterling job of bringing back for the consumers some wonderful stuff, like umbrella's for dogs, and plastic dolphin toilet seats, and containers to put stuff in your fridge for a few day's before you throw it away!
Husband is also on business (he tells me ) in Sweden!
At Birmingham airport where he flew from we had a slight altercation's with the check in desk. BJ was changing flight at Amsterdam and needed to be checked in for both flights as he only had 40 minutes to get from one plane to the next. He was told that could not be done as the flight to Gothenburg had been oversold by 11 seats so BJ had to be on stand by for the flight. How ridiculous is that! I told the check in guy that if I bought theatre tickets I would not expect to get there and be told my seats had been sold to 10 other people and I could only have the seat if they did not turn up! It however did not impress him at all! Madness!
In the end BJ got chatting to the guy in the next seat who flies the route regularly and told him the secret is to race as fast as you can to get to departures before the other 11 people and you might get lucky, he told BJ to follow him as he knew the quickest route through the terminal.
It worked and BJ not only got the flight but was upgraded to business class as well, but fancy having to do that just to get the seat you have booked and paid for. Guys, don't fly KLM.
We had a wonderful evening on Saturday with my lovely niece and her husband and all BJ's other family members to celebrate Rach's Birthday. We had a truly delicious Mexican meal some great conversation including how to get rid of bathroom smells! The tips could of been very useful after a Mexican meal. The strike a match idea seemed to come up trumps (sorry could not resist the pun)
We then played Cranium with hilarious results. You have to bear in mind Bj's family are quite an intellectual bunch, very arty and even more musical, the group included three teachers and a rookie policeman, so you see my dilemma. I do not have one musical bone in my body and my attempts at art are much in line with what a chimpanzee could manage!
Dan's miming of free range eggs was one of those things I will remember for ever! It was so funny, but we got it, so it must of been good. I managed to side step the musical rounds quite neatly until I could no longer avoid it. I had to either hum or whistle 'Don't Cry for me Argentina'. Now my boys will happily tell you how funny my attempts of being musical are and this was no exception.
I first could not even get a sound out because I was laughing so much, I then could not get a sound out because every one else was laughing at my laughing. I finally managed to hum with an awful lot of hand and body gestures to try and get over the song to my team as I was sure I was so out of tune I expected the 'music police' would storm the house at any minute!
Finally some-one got it, and BJ admitted he had sussed it ages ago but I was fun to watch, rotten iggy piggy! At least it was voted as the most animated humming of the evening! Now Helen can hum like an Angel and every-one can guess her tunes immediately. I will have to put in some 'humming' practise before next time.
Well best go cook my dinner for one!
Eldest Son out on a business trip to Hong Kong and China sourcing very special 'made in China' goods for the Company he works for. I am sure he will do a sterling job of bringing back for the consumers some wonderful stuff, like umbrella's for dogs, and plastic dolphin toilet seats, and containers to put stuff in your fridge for a few day's before you throw it away!
Husband is also on business (he tells me ) in Sweden!
At Birmingham airport where he flew from we had a slight altercation's with the check in desk. BJ was changing flight at Amsterdam and needed to be checked in for both flights as he only had 40 minutes to get from one plane to the next. He was told that could not be done as the flight to Gothenburg had been oversold by 11 seats so BJ had to be on stand by for the flight. How ridiculous is that! I told the check in guy that if I bought theatre tickets I would not expect to get there and be told my seats had been sold to 10 other people and I could only have the seat if they did not turn up! It however did not impress him at all! Madness!
In the end BJ got chatting to the guy in the next seat who flies the route regularly and told him the secret is to race as fast as you can to get to departures before the other 11 people and you might get lucky, he told BJ to follow him as he knew the quickest route through the terminal.
It worked and BJ not only got the flight but was upgraded to business class as well, but fancy having to do that just to get the seat you have booked and paid for. Guys, don't fly KLM.
We had a wonderful evening on Saturday with my lovely niece and her husband and all BJ's other family members to celebrate Rach's Birthday. We had a truly delicious Mexican meal some great conversation including how to get rid of bathroom smells! The tips could of been very useful after a Mexican meal. The strike a match idea seemed to come up trumps (sorry could not resist the pun)
We then played Cranium with hilarious results. You have to bear in mind Bj's family are quite an intellectual bunch, very arty and even more musical, the group included three teachers and a rookie policeman, so you see my dilemma. I do not have one musical bone in my body and my attempts at art are much in line with what a chimpanzee could manage!
Dan's miming of free range eggs was one of those things I will remember for ever! It was so funny, but we got it, so it must of been good. I managed to side step the musical rounds quite neatly until I could no longer avoid it. I had to either hum or whistle 'Don't Cry for me Argentina'. Now my boys will happily tell you how funny my attempts of being musical are and this was no exception.
I first could not even get a sound out because I was laughing so much, I then could not get a sound out because every one else was laughing at my laughing. I finally managed to hum with an awful lot of hand and body gestures to try and get over the song to my team as I was sure I was so out of tune I expected the 'music police' would storm the house at any minute!
Finally some-one got it, and BJ admitted he had sussed it ages ago but I was fun to watch, rotten iggy piggy! At least it was voted as the most animated humming of the evening! Now Helen can hum like an Angel and every-one can guess her tunes immediately. I will have to put in some 'humming' practise before next time.
Well best go cook my dinner for one!
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