ah, hungarian Jewry..well then it'll be more the Chulent and Goulash sort of stuff, rather than fallafel ...yum yum! Chicken soup for sure, and Lockshen pudding for pud! yum, can i come? lol
Morning all! An early start for me for a day ahead hopefully filled with smiles. My daughter (not the Watford supporter but I try not to hold that against her!) turns 16 today . We have a lovely day lined up, despite the trip to synagogue this morning with little Miss Hornette who has to be there for bat mitzvah practice. Still, we're meeting a friend for breakfast first, so all is not lost lol. Then the celebrations can begin, starting with a surprise manicure and finding with the birthday girl's request of a meal out in her favourite Thai restaurant. Should be a good day Thanks in advance for the caramel latte Ak!
Morning all A bright sunny day at last. Off to the Rose Bowl...or the Ageist Bowl as Mrs H now calls it...(who are Aegeas anyway?)...to catch the last day of Hampshire-Derbyshire. So much rain lately that the only chance of a win for either side depends on a sporting declaration. I hope it happens...the cricket can get tedious towards the end once a draw looks inevitable. Still, a day in the sun with a few beers can't be all bad...
As it's at the end of Aug, going to the festival could mean missing a match. As for the place for getting the salt beef sandwich, I think he mentioned something about being near a famous market rather the actual name of the place.
Ben Marrow - now there's a blast from the past - together with Bill and Little Weed - remember she sometimes taught R.E.
Airport stories- Some years ago we were off with one of my bands to play at the big Folk festival in Rudolstadt, in the former DDR. It was the time of the passport renewal snarl-up and our percussionist had failed to get his back in time. He blagged his way onto the plane at Heathrow with a Tesco clubcard or something, but got a right grilling from the Germans at Munich where we changed flights. They finally let him through on a promise to be a good boy. So a few years later we were off again, to Leipzig to play at the Tanzhaus Fest. My mate Dave and I got an early taxi down to Heathrow and as we went through the tunnel I said, "At least we won't have all that hassle with passports this time... ermm ...you have got your passport, haven't you?" "Yes," he said, showing it. "And you have got yours, haven't you?" "Yes," I said, brandishing it. Then idly flicking through it I froze when I saw the wife's ID photo staring back at me. We'd just got back off hols a few days before and I'd thrown both onto the desk. Must have picked the wrong one up - was sure I'd checked the photo, and how I could mistake my beloved for bearded self I'll never know. She was highly insulted. And she wasn't best pleased when I rang her at work to ask if she could just pop home and then quickly nip down to Heathrow with my passport. We tried the Tesco clubcard dodge, but it failed. The rest of the band caught the flight we were booked on and I pitifully waved them goodbye. Hours later, having pacified an irate Mrs GG, I set out on a later flight. I changed at Frankfurt for Leipzig. Crossing the airport I found myself riding the horizontal escalator in a long tunnel lit with pretty pastel uplighters and awash with ambient music. Very pleasant. Very soothing to a troubled soul. When I finally arrived at the gig (after a ride in a Trabby, and just in time for the soundcheck) I mentioned this tunnel to the others. Blank. No such tunnel on their trip. They accused me of making it up, perhaps under the influence of recreational substances. Actually they were just keen to dent my smugness in any way possible, since they'd had to sit around all day waiting to get to the soundcheck and here was I, delivered to the door at precisely the right time. To this day they refuse to allow the possibility of the soothing tunnel at Frankfurt airport, and frequently remind me of my foolish delusion. I've been to Frankfurt a few times since, with Dave, to the big music trade fair at the Frankfurt Messe, and despite my hopes that I could vindicate myself, we've never seen the tunnel. I've begun to doubt its existence myself- so if anyone goes there and can verify it I'd appreciate some corroboration. Thanks.
Don't remember Little Weed - unless she was the gruesome old bat who dispensed justice on the heathens in the class by bashing them around the head with a bible. I nearly ended up with a cauliflower ear. Come to think of it, she could have been Ben's wife. Bill? Was that Bill Williams, the Welsh English teacher? Instead of a bible, he used to use a ruler........
Yep Little Weed was Ma Marrow and a bible basher, Bill was Ben Marrow's son who taught for a while at the school so wiht Bill and Ben what was more natural to call Ma Marrow
Airport stories. I was very sick and in Damasus. The local doctor I saw had no idea what was wrong with me so I decided to go home and booked a flight to London leaving the next day with Syrian Airways. I turned up at the airport 3 hours before deprture because I really didn't want to miss the flight. I couldn't find it on the departure boards so assumed that the check in hadn't been announced and fell asleep on chair. I woke up 2 hours later, an hour before departure, and still couldn't find the flight so I asked someone. "That flight has departed" I was told. "It couldn't have" I replied, sounding desperate, "It's not due to go for another hour." The woman looked at my ticket again, frowned, then said, "Come with me." I picked up my rucsac and followed her through a door. (Now remember. I hadn't checked in. I had not gone through customs or passport control.) I realised that we were in a corridor behind the check in area and which I thought was restricted to staff. We walked to the end of the corridor where there was another door. The sun and heat hit me as soon as she opened the door, but waiting there was a jeep with a driver dozing in it. My guide said something to him in Arabic and told me to get in the jeep, which I did. The driver drove the vehicle round the corner of the building and I realised that we were by the aircraft parking bays. He then gunned the car across the tarmac to the very end of a line of planes. As we approached the last plane he grinned at me, pointed at the plane and gave me a thumbs up sign. I looked at him with a really puzzled expression because all the plane seats were on the tarmac next to the plane. The driver looked momentarily sheepish, grinned again and drove very fast back the way we came to the other end of the line of planes. This time we arrived at a Syrian Airways plane which did at least have a set of steps up to it. The driver nodded like a maniac, gave me the thumbs up sign again, and pointed up the stairs. I picked up my bags, hopped off the jeep, and boarded the plane. It was fairly empty and i said to the first passenger I saw, a middled aged European woman, "Excuse me, but does this plane go to London?" When she said, "Yes," I put my pack in the overhead locker and sat down. A couple of minutes later one of the cabin crew walked up to me and said, "What are you doing here? Are you supposed to be on this plane?" to which the middle aged woman replied, "Of course he is. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't supposed to be." The cabin attendant accepted this and walked away. As we were queuing at passport control at Heathrow, the woman in front of me turned round, looked at my face and said, "You're jaundiced. Your face is yellow." I replied, thank god for that." I finally had some idea of what was wrong with me. I had hepatitis. I never had the gall to claim a refund on my 'unused' ticket.
Ah, i won't go then ...enjoy Barry, i'm sure you will! . Hmm, probably Blooms, it's gone now though ..sign of the times, sadly Little Weed was in the Flowerpot Men
Had a great day today pistol shooting in the morning and chess in the afternoon got slaughtered in the shooting but won 4-1 in the chess .
Just booked my flights. Heathrow to São Paulo then on to Fortaleza via Recife, the first bit is an eleven hour flight and then five back with six hours of stop overs. A recipe for a disaster. Especially if I'm not first off the plane.
GG yes been to Frankfurt airport on a couple of occasions and afraid to say I didnt find any tunnels with soothing music ! Sorry mate although I seem to rememberI was rushing on both occasions to make my connections
Sæll til allra. Cappuccino, coffee, tea donuts and fruit are on the bar. Frothy cappuccinos for for al, HH, Leon and W_Y Coffees for COYH, Frenchie, Kev rob theo and vic-rijrode Strong coffee for Sandy Milky coffee for Yorkie Espresso for SuffolkHorn Strong black coffees for Bragi Norway and zen Black coffee half hot half cold and no sugar for Charlie Tea for BHD jsybarry jerzeypie Lloydinio NZ and BCFC Red Tea with skimmed milk and no sugar for GG Hot chocolate with marshmallows for BBW Tea and cake for Minx Caramel latte for Hornette Enjoy yourself Bragi. KA lost the first contest 3:2 to ÃR and to annoy Ãór won 2:0 against Leiknir ReykjavÃk. ÃR is Ãþróttafélag ReykjavÃkur or Reykjavik Athletic. At the end of the matches KA are in 9. seat of twelve. I think you will be happy not to be in Akureyri today. We have low clouds rain and snow is possible. There is only 2C and a strong wind.
