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A few photos


Here are a few photos from our ill fated trip to wales last weekend.

At a cost of over £300 by the time we’d totted up the hotel including the extra night we didn’t stay for, the petrol, competition fees for the competition we ended up not competing in, et. etc.  these are working out at some damned expensive phone photos. Enjoy.

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Travelling


The lure of watching a dance demonstration by Alejandro Hernandez and Kerry Donaldason took us down to  Wales at the weekend.

Ah yes, Wales. Land of my Fathers (well, my mother, anyway). Land of laver bread (disgusting stuff) and land of the longest vowel sounds in the entire world. Ah yes, Wales. There’s lovely, look you, izzenet, boyo?

Not only Wales but Porthcawl, deepest, darkest welshest Wales, where speaking Welsh is the norm and not a novelty. Not even my Mum spoke Welsh and she was from Cardiff.

The plan for the weekend was to take a few days off work and meander up and down down the country, stopping off where we fancied and then ending up in Torquay to see some family before heading back. We stopped off at Cheltenham first. What a beautiful place. I was so glad we went but wished we could have stayed longer to explore it properly. The hotel we stayed in was gorgeous. A bit on the quite side but that’s  not entirely unexpected for the second week in January. Dinner was in a huge and deserted restaurant that seemed to echo slightly.  The atmosphere wasn’t so much one of cosy intimacy as much as a doctor’s waiting room.

The huge  crystal chandeliers, twinkling away at no one in particular, seemed a bit incongruous, as if they were waiting for a masked ball  to start or Cinderella to arrive or something exciting to happen.  If I was a chandelier in there I’d have taken the night off and given the shift to a couple of table lamps and a few candles instead to bring the room in a bit and make it less, well, roomy and create a bit of ambience.    In this huge cavernous room there was the sum total of  us and one other couple.  No wonder it echoed. Whispered conversations were the order of the evening as you could have heard a pin drop. That is until my food arrived and then all anyone could hear was me going, “MMMMM……..MMMMMM……..MMMMMMMMM.”   Beautiful fresh scallops followed by a delicious, tender ribeye steak. Manna from heaven.

A group of four women came in at one point with shrill voices of the pitch that can only be attained when a group of women are together. Their  heels clacked loudly on the polished wooden floor  between them they seemed to fill the entire space. Having eventually got settled at a table they  decided to cause a bit of  chaos and have  the waiter running around a bit. Then they complained that the menu wasn’t the same as it was in November and  left  – after   questioning if they had to pay for the drinks they’d just quaffed.  Cheeky sods!

That was pretty much the entertainment for the evening and to be honest,  because by then I was quite enjoying the quiet and peaceful surroundings, I was glad to see them go and tranquility restored. I’m pretty sure the waiter was glad to see them go as well.

Later on in the bar however, we somehow got the whole room talking to each other and we all ended up in one great big, jolly group. After the bar closed we adjourned to the lounge and carried on with our chat. The spirit of bonhomie carried us right  through the evening and into the wee hours. How lovely to make a whole new bunch of friends in one evening.  It’s fair to say we paid for it a bit the morning after, I think may have had a little bit too much of the of the spirit that lubricates the bonhomie.

Next stop, Porthcawl. Tune in for the next exciting installment.

Where? Could you spell that for me please?


According to this story it would appear that  the makers of Monopoly are  having a little difficulty  with the name of the Welsh town,  Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.

My Mum was Welsh, from Cardiff to be exact. Of course,  being Welsh it wasn’t a problem for my Mum to say Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch,  she taught us how to say it when we were kids. It became a bit of a party piece for a while.

Are you ready?

It goes like this:

Llanfair -npwllgwyngyll – gogerych – wyrndrobwlll – lantysilio – gogogoch

See it’s easy if you break it down! Hahaaaaaa!!

The search for the Holy Grail continues


Well, actually, not really the holy grail, just a new mug for Boofuls.

He’s decided that the cup he uses at work is too big and heavy, he wants something with a little bit more finesse than a builders mug. Which reminds me, what is it about Starbucks and their ridiculously gruesome coffee mugs. I’m not a navvy and I want to enjoy my coffee in a nice mug not a horrible, ugly, bucket style builder’s mug. Ugh!

Anyway, back to the plot. Buying Boofuls a new mug, how hard can it be?

Well, very bloody hard indeed actually.

Everywhere we’ve been over the last few weeks that sells cups and mugs has seen us wandering round, picking up mugs and cups of all shapes, sized, colours and weights to have them all declared wrong in some way.

It’s too: fluted/straight/tall/wide/fat/thin/pretty/chunky/heavy/light/pretty/big/wrong handle shaped/bulbous/small/elegant/rough

Seriously. How hard can be it?

It’s turned into a proper mission, on a par with the search for the holy grail. If I found that he’d probably complain it was the wrong shape.

Mad June starts tomorrow, even though it’s still May.  We’ll be working in Wales and it’s an all day wedding so we won’t get home till midnight. Len and Lashes are coming with us to assist during the ceremony because Boofuls is filming it but they still want two photographers, well now they have three.

I’m looking forward to this wedding for many reasons. First it’s in a gorgeous church, second: because I think it’ll be nice having Len and Lashes there. I already know Lashes has a good artistic eye and Len is a  bit of a technician so between them we’ll get some nice photos, and third: the reception has a James Bond theme.

Then it’ll be home to recover for a day and on Monday we’re off to Scotland for a seminar followed  by another wedding next Friday in York. That is pretty much the theme for the whole month so expect me to be a bit quieter than normal on here, I’m going to be physically and mentally exhausted. Never mind, hols on 2nd July!!

The bathroom is finished!  Taadaaaaaaa!!  I’m really pleased with it. I’ll show you some before and after photos when I get a mo to dig the old photos out.

Right. Time to get today started. First I’ll walk Mrs Woofy home, she stayed here last night, then I’ll start on the six million things I have to do today.

Have a nice day y’all.

Welsh Wales


What is there to do while being driven up the M4 ? Blog of course!

Boofuls and me had brilliant time at Porthcawl Grand Pavilion last might at their New Year Ball. Ok, it might be a bit late for a new year ball but it was worth the wait.

Full story later. We’ve just arrived at the designer outlet and it’s calling my name!