Thursday, February 11, 2016

Blogathon Day 11 - Le Croix de Cathare


The Cathar Cross is everywhere down here. We are in the middle of Cathar Country. For history buffs of the crusade period there is more history than you can shake a trebuchet at. But there is one croix de Cathare that beats all the rest. And that's available at one of our local boulangeries.

Shaped like a thick lumpy version it is made of a scone like pastry incorporating caraway seeds and glazed with sugar syrup and sugar crystals. MMMMmmmm! The caraway seed gives it a slightly aniseedy flavour and would be more savoury than sweet if it wasn't for the sugar topping. They don't make them all the time and normally it is a sunday afternoon treat but I had to pick up some bread for tea and they had some. Unfortunately I had eaten half of it before I remembered I should have taken a photo of it first. I'd hate you to miss out on that, so I might have to go buy another one tomorrow!

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Blogathon Day 10 - A Woman's Work is Never Done

The Magnificent M is in charge of all our work admin, or at least quite a bit of it. She is also in charge of cleaning the houses etc for turnarounds in the season. Apart from that she obviously needs to keep me fed and watered. But now she has a new talent. Plasterer.

As part of the remedial work we are doing at one of our houses we needed to re-plaster part of a wall. I obviously can't do it. (I refer my learned readers to the wombat analogy I gave some posts ago). Marj on the other hand had all the neccessary credentials - a partner who could tell her what she should be doing, even if his advice was crap, but more importantly, she used to ice cakes. Wedding cakes. Cakes that require a good finish to the royal icing. And this appears to a transferrable skill. She has filled the wall, including a concave curve, to perfection.

She took some persuading that she should have a go at it but my hunch was right, particularly the hunch that said she would be a damn sight better than me. And she enjoyed it. When I get back from my week in the UK I suspect our own dear house is going to plastered to within an inch of it's life.

Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Blogathon Day 9 - List the Countries You Have Visited

Yet another one of the listography lists. You'll notice a distinct lack of long distance travel.


England - Yes, now when I am in England I am only visiting.
Wales - A few times from 1973 swimming tour up till about 4 years ago when my sister-in-sin left North Wales. I will be there this October though.
Scotland - Only the once. 1982. Perth for a training course.
Eire - 1994 for a weekend I won in a works sales competition.
France - Innumerable times
Belgium - from 1968 till the last time in 2010 only about 4 times.
Holland - Once in 1967 on a school trip. We visited Keukenhof, Edam, Delft and a place where the houses were on stilts.
Germany - 1968 and then a couple times in the early 1980s.
Austria - 1968 and then again in 1985.
Switzerland - 1968 and then again in 1972 on a school christian union trip. (One of the teachers who went with us has just been jailed for sexual offences against boys at our school in that period. He obviousy didn't like me despite my boyish good looks.
Italy - 1968
San Marino - 1968
Monaco - 1968
Balearic Islands - 1973 and 2005
Portugal - 1986 for my 30th Birthday.
USA - Houston in 1987 for my Dads re-marriage.

And I think that's it. If I hadn't gone to America I don't think I would have travelled more than 1000 miles from home. Still time though. Roll on retirement!

Monday, February 08, 2016

Blogathon Day 8 - Put The Gun Down

When we knew we were coming to La Belle France and whilst watching a TV shopping channel back in the homeland we decided that the one thing we needed because it would be a massive help was a Wagner WallPerfect Flexio 867.


Now, having been here 8 months, we have a large painting job and I need to spring into action and amaze everyone with my paint spraying skills.

The problem is I probably don't have any. As I'm sure I've said before, I have the artistic ability and manual dexterity of a retarded wombat.

It's a bad start when something incorporates the word "perfect" in it's title. The pressure starts to mount up at the very thought it should give even a good finish, let alone offer perfection.

It also delivers the paint by a gun system. I'm not overly accurate even with a spray bottle of water when cleaning windows so a couple of litres of paint being delivered at high pressure is a disaster waiting to happen.

I shall report back if I ever work out how it fits together!

I have previous with a "gun". In this particular case, the delivery of mastic to a letterbox surround at a clients house many years ago. I remembered to cut the end off the nozzle and attach it to the tube, I loaded the tube into the gun, and with the letterbox in place I proceeded to squeeze the trigger, build up the pressure and deliver a fine bead of clear mastic to seal against wind and rain.

So I squeezed, and squeezed, then squeezed a bit more. Eventually the trigger wouldn't move another millimetre and still no sign of the mastic.

Then I remembered, I hadn't cut the end off the tube. Not a problem, I took the nozzle off and proceeded to cut the end off the tube. Unfortunately, having forgotten to take the pressure off the gun. Vesuvius would have been proud of the resulting eruption. Into the air it went and then about half a tube came rushing out and down the gun, covering my arm whilst I ran around panicking about how I was going to clean the mess up. I just about managed to clean my arm with my jumper and got the excess off her door. By now the tube was de-pressurised and I was actually able to finish the job. All would have gone well if she hadn't wanted me to write my name on the cheque she was giving me.

It's not easy to write your name when the cheque keeps getting glued to your hand!

Sunday, February 07, 2016

Blogathon Day 7 - Sunday's Subject

Let's all pile in and nick Mashers idea.


Limoux has a carnival. It lasts 3 months. But only at the weekends. Each Saturday and Sunday a different "guild" dress up and three times a day they parade around the square. It's supposedly an Occitan festival to keep traditional Occitan alive and each group pretty much performs in the same way but the masks make it different once you get into it.

The girls above are from the guild Les Feminas. Despite the fact you cannot see an inch of flesh, bar a well turned ankle, and the masks don't allow any expression other than that moulded onto it, they were incredibly sensual. It's the arm movements I think. They were just very smooth in all their movements, almost catlike.

Other groups have been jolly or, in the case of one lot, rather boring, but at the end of the carnival we all get to vote for our favourites. It's going to take a hell of a good guild to wrest my vote away from Les Feminas

Saturday, February 06, 2016

Blogathon Day 6 - List Your Biggest Sins

I bought my brother a book called Listography for Christmas. It just a list of questions that you answer at your leisure. I was gong to use it as a basis of the 29 blog posts for Feb but, even though I had the full list since last October I didn't complete any. I shall however dip in and do some on various days.

I am of course sinless, (cough), and the seven deadly sins are way too easy to achieve so I'll check how I'm doing against the 10 Commandments.

You shall have no other Gods but me. - As someone who believes that all religions are worshipping the same God, whatever they think, I'm pretty much onside here. Virtue 1 : Sin 0

You shall not make for yourself any idol, nor bow down to it or worship it. - I was useless at art. There is no way I can make make an idol for myself. I can't even borrow one, I know of two, the green eyed yellow one just north of Katmandhu, and we've never been formally introduced and secondly, Pop Idol, which is long gone and I only flirted briefly with it. Virtue 2 : Sin 0

You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God. - Ah, I think I know what he might be getting at. I shouldn't think many will get past this one. Time to move on. Virtue 2 : Sin 1

You shall remember and keep the Sabbath day holy. - To be fair I can normally remember it's Sunday. And in fact since coming to France it's certainly a quieter day as nearly all the shops are shut, bar the bakers for our daily bread and a handful of others. As for keeping the Sabbath, it's not as easy in a staunchly Catholic country being nominally Anglican but our little local church only has a service every eight weeks and going is part of integration into the village. Hmm, I think that's a draw. Virtue 2.5 : Sin 1.5

Respect your father and mother. - When you talk about general respect for them, then I am a product of my generation, and respect is something we had for our elders. When you look at respect for each individualy then I respect my mum but always find it harder to respect my father for some of the things he did yet for some of his achievements I respect him greatly. On balance, a virtue. Virtue 3.5 : 1.5

You must not commit murder. - I can't vouch for the add ant or a million but I'm pretty clear on the human front. Virtue 4.5 : Sin 1.5

You must not commit adultery. - Well, you have to be married to committ adultery so that's quite a small window of opportunity but as that's how I met Linda I'll have to hold my hands up. Virtue 4.5 : Sin 2.5

You must not steal. - Oh. I have a bit of form. I was a little bit naughty when I was 10. W H Smiths in Ealing ended up a bit light of items as did Bensteads Book Shop in West Ealing. Virtue 4.5 : Sin 3.5

You must not give false evidence against your neighbour - Oh dear, I seem to be on a bad run. In 1972 me and my best mate were walking home from school when we were stopped by a group of boys from our rival school. We got seperated and although I was a bit shook up I was ok but they beat my mate up. Cutting a long story short, the boys got nicked and I ended up in court. Under evidence I swore that the sharpened comb one of the guys had was a knife to increase the possible sentence. Going forward about 5 years I was in the stands at Brentford when I ended up staning next to the guy with the comb and he recognised me. He was friendly enough but was at pains to explain that it really wasn't a knife but a comb. So I let him know that I knew it was. He was somewhat surprised so I explained to him the simple fact that if you hurt my friend I will cause you as many problems as I can. I might not be physically strong but there are other ways to get even. Virtue 4.5 : Sin 4.5

You must not be envious of your neighbour's goods. You shall not be envious of his house nor his wife, nor anything that belongs to your neighbour. - Ah, the old covet thy neighbours ox, eh? I'm certainly clear on the ox front. But have I coveted other's goods. Hmm. I'm trying to think of an example where I have and I can't think of one. Well, not since I was a small kid and my friend had a Johnny 7 gun and I wanted it but I think that might be forgivable. In general I aren't jealous of other people and what they own. I might wish I had millions but I'm not jealous of those who do. Virtue 5.5 : Sin 4.5

Well, that's a close one. I'm just on the side of the Angels but I better watch my step!



Friday, February 05, 2016

Homme Toutes Main

I am coming back to the UK.

But only for a week and actually only four of those days are crucial. As a "man of all hands", as the French insist on classifying me, I have a restricted number of jobs I am allowed to do and a timescale within which things should be done, e.g. no single job should take longer than 2 hours. Of course, I, along with my handyman brethren, all take absolutely no notice of the law and carry on doing what we want, declaring as little as we can and calling the government all the names under the sun. This is a very French attitude and proves I am assimilating well into a French way of life.

One way of "improving ones lot" is to pick up specialities which allow you to legally carry out specific jobs. Technically, when I look after our pools I am only supposed to check the chemicals and clean the pool. Anything else requires a specialist. So I have decided I might as well become a specialist since I already do all the stuff. To that end I am coming over to carry out a Pool Operators Course in the UK. I was told about it by a guest who stayed in one of the villas this year as he thought the content of the course might be useful, specifically the bit about the chemistry of swimming pools.

So I am flying into the UK on Saturday 13th, managing to avoid Valentines Day, whoops, and going back to France the following Saturday. I shall spend the first two days with my Mum in St Albans then on Monday move down to a hotel in Greenwich for three nights then back to St Albans on Thursday and Friday nights. The course is in Dulwich, at Alleyns School who have a pool. And it is a nostalgic trip for me as I swam in that very pool, or it's predecesser, when I was at school. Alleyns and Trinity, Croydon were our great swimming rivals. If I can manage to ruin the pool it will only have taken the thick end of 40 years to wreak my revenge for any defeats I suffered!

Thursday, February 04, 2016

Blogathon Day 4 - Friends across the Ether


Good lord, it's 15 years since I started blogging. Not 15 years today but in a few months time. I won't remember when it comes to the exact date so I'll mention it now. There are any number of meets for Bloggers in and around the Capital, back home in dear Old Blighty but i managed to miss all those so, after some 5000+ days, I have only met one other blogger, Graham from Grayblog and spoken to a second on the phone. Alistair of ScaryDuck, Oh, and I've just remembered I'm a friend on Facebook with a third, Lynn, from the now defunct Bacon Cheese and Oatcakes.

In some ways it's one of the most sociable ways of meeting people. You are often in contact every day even if it is only a one way conversation. You know quite a few things about them even if it is only the face they want to show although I think Bloggers often post more on their site than they would tell their real life friends. Now I am in France, the bloggers I read and converse with are the friends I am most in contact with, even compared to Facebook as although I read I rarely comment and very rarely post anything, although I'm not exactly bombarding anyone with my blog posts either.

It can be a therapeutic relationship. And particlarly for men. We don't have the same sort of friend relationships as women. Someone who visited us earlier this month was amazed to find out that when I am with mates and her other half is with us we don't all sit around discussing the negatives of their relationship. sometimes being able to say things on blogs are the only outlet you have. Not that there is anything I need to say at the moment just in case you thought it was heading that way.

I've never been able to keep a diary, I go on for a few days and then it all goes to hell in a handcart as it does for many who decide to chronicle their lives that way, along with the other New Year resolutions people make. But, sporadic as it might be, the blogging does make interesting reading for me looking back at things I'd forgotten or realising things I thought were important or not were in fact the other way round.

A bit of an introspective post, as I've felt for much of the day. Maybe tomorrow will be lighter.



Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Plates of Meat

When we moved to France I decided I should eat things I haven't eaten before as long as they were in the French style. That way, if I didn't like them at least I know they were cooked correctly. So far I have tackled escargots and I can report that I like them. Chewy little blighters they are but the sauce they come in is nice where we eat them. Really they are a bit too fiddly to be dealing with but heigh ho. Today though I tacled something else.

Pigs Trotters. In Breadcrumbs. Or Pied du couchon a pane as they call it here.


As you can see, they are bony blighters but the meat is very tender and has a bit of a taste of tongue. I wouldn't rush to have them again but I wouldn't avoid them if necessary.

Frog Legs and Tripe still to go.

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Blogathon Day 2 - I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside

As mentioned I went to the seaside yesterday. However, because everything is very quiet there I'm not going to blog about it. What's the point of living in the South of France if I can't tell you how exciting it is and making you jealous. So instead I'm going to list my favourite seaside locations and a brief word why. I can't do everywhere I have been otherwise it would be way too extensive and I'd have to include such places as Wells-Next-The-Sea (rather pretty and lots of shops of sea related bits and pieces) and also Happisburgh, (pronounced Hazeborough as my dad was always pleased to point out.

10) Whitby Haven't been there often, although I do remember seeing both the castle and the giant whalebones, but more importantly, it was the seaside town where my Grandma got stuck in the lavatory. Oh dear, what can the matter be......

9) Littlehampton A place to visit in my teenage years. Much as I don't like to admit it, I was very shy when I was young and going to an all boys school didn't help when it was time to approach young ladies. Anyway, I went to a party at a friends house and thanks to Dr Alcohol, and it's effect on me and possibly the girls involved, not ony did I cop off with one girl, when she went home I then copped off with another. This was my most successful 24 hour period of picking up girls in my life to date. Anyhoo, before the first girl left I persuaded her to come to Littlehampton next day on the youth club outing. Unfortunately I forgot to invite Dr Alcohol and I couldn't muster up the courage to speak to her. (anyone who knows Raj from the Big Bang Theory will get the picture). It was her friend whose party it was the night before and was also on the trip. I got a right earful from her when we got back.

8) Margate Ah! Dreamland. Went a few times on days out and then a good friend had a weekend stag party there. 14 of us went. We drank so much on the train going down that the first round in the hotel bar was all soft drinks!

7) Great Yarmouth As a youngster, having been in hospital a lot, I never really liked being away from mum. I had been a to a couple of cub camps but was always a bit homesick. My nest friends family took me camping to Great Yarmouth for a weekend as part of a bigger plan. I can't say I was overjoyed to be away but I obviously enjoyed it enough not to be homesick which made a difference some 12 months on.

6) Galveston Visited here when my Dad got remarried in Houston. Interesting architecture but not a wildly fascinating sea side town. But I knew the song and just to visit it has always meant I've enjoyed the song more as I can visualise it.

5) Weymouth A couple of years after number 9 I had a girlfriend and we went as a crowd down to Weymouth. It was a really lovely day and perhaps the one I remmeber best from our time together. Years later, in fact about 8 years ago, I visited again with some friends, one of whom had been on the original trip and liked the place just as much. A proper English seaside town.

4) Rimini The reason for going to Great Yermouth was to see if I coped away from home as the family planned to take me with them camping round Europe for 3 weeks. We went to France, Italy, Germany and Austria and is still one of the best holidays I ever had and propbably the second most important one. Rimini is memorable partly for the place itself but mainly for the lemon curd filled doughnuts which to my 11 year old tastebuds was the best thing I'd ever tasted. (Other than Leeds fish and chips of course).

3) Lyme Regis/Ilfracombe/Budleigh Salterton The first holiday I went on with the Magnificent M. We booked a week off and set sail, wel, set tyres and drove down to Dorset with no plan other than turning up in places and hoping there was a bed and breakfast somewhere. A mini adventure which she would never have done before with her ex.

2) Narbonne Plage From the moment we both visited this beach, 11 years ago this year, we knew we wanted to be there as often as possible. It was the beach here as much as the rest of this bit of France that made us realise how much we wanted to be here if only when we retired. Even ysterday, when it was pretty deserted and we couldn't even get a cup of coffee, it was nice just to walk on the beach, knowing that in 6 months time it will be packed to the gunnels. Not that we will see it then, we will be too busy, but we will get there before and after the season for a bit of a swim and a sunbathe.

1) Blackpool For me, the ultimate seaside location. People either love it or hate it. Every holiday in Leeds visiting my Grandma would entail a day trip to balckpool on a Wallace Arnold coach. When my brother did well on his o'levels my mum took us to Blackpool for the weekend. It had always been important to her too as it was to many Yorkshire people before and after the war. Then, 17 years ago I went back to Blackpool with a mate who went every year and had been nagging me to go. I had a bit of an epiphany and realised that maybe things might be able to be changed in my life and the upshot of that became being with M adn ending up in the South of France. I love the illuminations, the donkeys, the tackiness. Just everything.

Monday, February 01, 2016

Blogathon - Day 1 - A Pathetic Start

Good God! Is it a year already since the last mayhem that was Blogathon. No, actually it's only 11 months if you count the last day to now. But I'm not here to post about statistics and temporal spans but to entice you with teasers for all the things you might be reading about....

Erm, well, there's bound to be something about something or other, definitely a piece about the thing I meant to blog about the other week but I lost the will to live before I finished writing about it. I might even have had a guest blogger for a day but the Magnificent M just raised her eyebrows and shook her head in a somewhat disparaging way when asked.

I do have a possible idea what tomorrows might be about because we are off to the seaside today. Yippee!

Friday, August 14, 2015

Time restriction.

Whilst time is so short, any blogging I do will probably be on my other blog - www.loupialife.wordpress.com

Monday, June 08, 2015

France

So, we are here.

There will be updates as and when but the lack of phones and internet at home are presently stifling communication.

Monday, June 01, 2015

Almost there...

I posted on my other blog about all the goodbyes we have had.

Tomorrow at mid-day the lorry will be dropped off and we will load up what furniture and goods we are taking to France then one last night as UK residents. At about 6am on Wednesday we will drive off for our new life.

But today there was the one goodbye that I knew would be the hardest. After 35 years knowing her, 25 years of being together and the last ten as her main carer, I had to say goodbye to Linda. The emotional pain is indescribable but is the price I have to pay for the life I will be having. But that pain is as nothing to how she must be feeling tonight as she is suffering with nothing to look forward to.

Everyone says I did my best, that I put up with a lot and that they are amazed at my continuing support.

But tonight I just hate myself.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Reality Strikes

Well, it's getting a bit real now. Contracts were exchanged today on the London flat and we complete on Friday so there is much packing and moving things to storage. This now means we can progress on the French house and we can live in a friends flat for the next few weeks. I'm handing my notice in on Thursday to leave on May 23rd and Marj finishes work in another 8 days. Projected time of leaving the old country, 1st week of June.

Don't panic Captain Mainwaring!

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Cracking On

We signed contracts at our solicitors this evening so the exchange should happen in the next 2 or 3 days. Then completion hopefully will be by the 26th April on the UK flat. This was good until we got back in the car and realised we might have less than a fortnight to get out. Eek! We moved a van load of stuff into storage last Saturday but there is way too much more to do. My sock drawer alone is an evenings work!

We used zipvan to transport stuff and I have to say it was incredibly easy and good value.

I've started to go through a number of "goodbye drinks". Last Sunday was for the guys I go walking with every year or so. My main friends from there I will see at least once more, maybe twice, but some I will probably never see again. Obviously though if I'm not planning to see them again ever I'm not that bothered about them. On the 16th May we are having a big all day drink up in the pub so people can drop in. There will be people there that I may not see again or at least not for a number of years as they aren't living in London or any other place we may come back to on holiday. Not sure yet how i feel about that.

Once we have the UK completion date sorted I can hand my notice in as it will be four to five weeks after that we make the big move with completion in France.

Anyway, enough of all this jibber jabber, I've a sock drawer to pack!

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Nat West, Not Quite.

There aren't many people now I would suggest who don't have a bank account. One doesn't ask a lot from a bank, mainly because you'd be disappointed if you did, but one thing you would hope for would be accuracy when dealing with your money. I know banks handle billions of pounds a year and if I added up all my money from my whole life it would still be a drop in their ocean, but to me every pound is actually quite important.

For Linda, my ex, even more so. When you are homeless and living on basic benefits every penny is important, so when the bank appear to have shortchanged you by £50 it is a serious, and actually, quite a traumatic experience, that is after all about 66% of her weekly money.

Because she has been ill for a few weeks she has drawn her money from the Post Office where the government sends it, but not paid it into her bank account. So on Monday she had a few weeks money to pay in, plus one more fortnights worth to withdraw, add to it, then pay the total in. This she did adding some new £50 notes to the wad she already carried. What she meant to do was to hold back one £50 note and pay everything else in but as she sorted the money out she put all the notes in the envelope and didn't keep one for her purse. She went to the bank, just two doors away from the post office and paid all the money in.

Now, it didn't go smoothly from the beginning. Because Linda has to make sure all her records are accurate, party because she is an obsessive compulsive, and partly because she doesn't trust the Council and Benefit Agencies, she had a paying in slip for each fortnights money plus two sundry amounts. A total of 6 paying in slips. Leaving aside the matter of counting the money, the Cashier managed to mis-punch the figure for one slip and punched a separate one an extra time. Over and above this, she added all the slips up incorrectly at one point against the cash paid in but to a degree it all got sorted out whilst Linda was there, although she wasn't confident that things were right.

Linda then shot off to the supermarket and suddenly thought, "hang on, I don't remember putting the £50 note in my purse". And sure enough it wasn't there. So back to the bank she goes and says she thinks she gave them £50 too much, because purely by chance, something happened when the post office gave her the £50 notes she knew they were exactly right.

Now, this is where, as an ex-employee of the bank and also a customer who expects their bank to be accurate, it all starts to fall apart.

Linda tells them what she believes has happened. Cashier says Linda is wrong, fair enough, so Linda says could she check her till. The cashier says it will be checked and she will know because she is already carrying a £3.60 till difference. Now, to finish this bit quickly I can tell you nothing happened until we went back into the bank today to find out what they had discovered.

The meeting is Linda and myself, the Manager and the cashier involved.

Regarding the £50 they say they didn't have it but in fact as a gesture of goodwill, they are crediting her account as they know her. So Linda is not out of pocket. So that bit might be all well and good. The point I raised was how did they know they hadn't got it. I asked if they had discovered where the £3.60 till difference was. No, said they. So I point out that in that case they can't be sure whether they had the £50 or not. If the till is wrong, the till is wrong. (I should point out in my day, nobody left the branch at the end of the day until all the tills had balanced. To the penny. A till difference of £100+ that couldn't be found and the cashier was suspended). What the manager explained was that these days they don't bother if the amount involved is small. I asked what that amount was, and he said anything under £20.00. I ponted out, a till difference of £10 could be made up by shortchanging one customer £90 and overpaying another one £100. And believe me, I've known it to happen, even to the best of cashiers. Well if that should happen the bank wouldn't investigate because the balance is under £20. So basically, if a cashier makes a number of mistakes they won't bother checking it too much as long as the overall difference isn't too much.

By the end of the meeting, Linda was in tears and the cashier was in tears. The problem for both of them is that because of the bank's policy, both are left in the air not knowing whether either of them is right. the cashier still has an air of suspicion over her that she did her job wrong and Linda feels the bank think she is trying it on.

I have a feeling that if I go to pay in £100 tomorrow and jut give them £85.00, when they complain the money isn't right, they aren't going to accept my plea that it's only £15.00 out, it doesn't really matter. And how come a cashier can be wrong by £20.00 but you go 1 penny overdrawn and the bank will be in touch pdq. When a bank can be that lackadaisical about the basics of cashiering in a branch you can see how there might be an ethos in the organisation where nobody is keeping an eye on the money and your investment arm might be doing things they shouldn't.

Just in case the Head of Nat West Customer Services is reading this, you can expect my letter demanding an answer to how you can be so frivolous with the money entrusted to you by your customers. Remember, the only money your organisation has, comes from the likes of Linda, myself and other readers of this site. Without our money, you have no money to work with, no wages and no jobs.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Baroque & Roll

I like baroque music, both orchestral and choral. I can't think of a day or an occasion that couldn't be brightened by it being accompanied by Zadok The Priest. But there is one genre of Baroque music that I can't stand. And that's Baroque Opera. My God, it's dire. I saw my first Baroque opera about 9 years ago, Dido and Aeneas. It contains one of the most famous arias, the cheerful When I am Laid in Earth. See how long you can last before having to rip your ears off.

This weekend we went and saw our second, The Prophetess or The History of Dioclesian by Henry Purcell. Some of his choral work is sublime. This isn't. It was three hours of my life I'll never get back. We went because a friend was in it. People left at the interval. We couldn't unfortunately because she would have realised. We both lost the plot of the story a few minutes in. And we lost the will to live a short time after.

It takes a lot to find something musical that makes compositions by Stockhausen sound good, but this did it. The only thing worse than Baroque Opera is Chinese Opera which sounds like a cat being put through a mangle and it's innards being used as the musical instruments.

With luck and a following wind that might be the last I ever have to hear. Unfortunately there are a number of French composers of the same era and I might then have to suffer not only a Baroque Opera but in a language I don't understand. Then again, maybe that will be an improvement.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Loupia Life - The Blog

Sightly premature as we haven't moved yet, but then there are things I already want to write, this is the web address for the blog where I will write about our big adventure.

https://loupialife.wordpress.com/

There won't be lots on there, three or four posts at the moment, until we move, although there will be a flurry in a couple of weeks time when we go out there for a week to start learning the ropes. Some of the stuff on there already, particularly the "about" page, probably contains much you have read on this blog.

There will be some other pages added, one on food and drink, another on local sights, maybe even a geocaching page if I have the time and inclination!

I shall continue to run this blog for some stuff that isn't France related and I will try to keep the two well apart. I'm not so worried about people coming from this site through to the other but from there to here, which is one reason for de-branding from Kennamatic and using the W host rather than Blogger. And nor will I put up a link in the side bar to the new site.

Anyway, feel free to saunter over at your will and I'll see you there, here or at both.