
...choose carefully; and always take a map!
[click to embiggen - oo-er, Missus!]
From Vargic's Miscellany of Curious Maps. A must for every bookcase.
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...choose carefully; and always take a map!
[click to embiggen - oo-er, Missus!]
From Vargic's Miscellany of Curious Maps. A must for every bookcase.
An office arsehole has greeted the end of the May heatwave by saying ‘Hope you enjoyed summer,’ and the worst of it is that he may well be correct.
Martin Bishop, aged 44, has accosted everyone he meets with the one-liner he mistakenly believes to be the pinnacle of ironic British humour, but is more likely to be an entirely accurate forecast.
He continued: “Apparently summer’s on a Wednesday next year! Eh? Eh? You like that one? Why the sour face mate, only a joke.
“Three months of chilly drizzle’s only going to make you appreciate your holiday more. And my gag, which is as British as greasy fish and chips in soggy newspaper and will surely only get funnier as the grey weeks roll on.
“After all, you can’t get more British than complaining about the weather, can you? That stiff upper lip, battling through valiantly in the face of adversity. It’s a classic. Everyone here’s just a miserable bastard who hates to laugh.”
Colleague Emma Bradford said: “He’s right about us being miserable bastards, but it’s not laughing we hate. It’s Martin.
“Is there any kind of old pagan tradition about sacrificing a regional sales manager to the gods in order to banish the clouds and guarantee a good summer? Because if not I’m willing to start one.”
Of course.
[The "real" story? It's been pissing down, with thunderstorms, today.]
Oh, fuck. Monday again!
As we brace ourselves for the deep, deep joys that await us in the week ahead, let's pay due homage to the greatest of photogenic icons, Miss Marilyn Monroe, shall we, whose centenary it is today!
On this Tacky Music Monday, it simply had to be this:
...and this!
Have a good week, dear reader...
Boop-boop. De-fucking-boop.
STOP PRESS:
It might have been a mixed bag of cloud, strong breezes, sunny spells and a distinctly fresher feel to temperatures today, but needless to say, I spent the afternoon [as I did yesterday, watering and pottering] out in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers - I dug out, investigated and re-potted some fuchsias whose leaves had been chewed by the dreaded vine weevils [I squished three adults, but thankfully, after washing their roots, found no grubs; they're lethal to fibrous-rooted plants], and potted up a load of ipomoea seedlings that had been languishing in tiny pods for far too long. That was quite enough for today.
With the forecast being for declining temperatures and possibly some rain in the week ahead, let us instead wallow in the lives of impossibly glamorous people, cavorting in exotic [well, Miami, anyhow] and sunny climes, shall we? - courtesy of the simply faboo Soft Tempo Lounge:
Ah, that's better.
[Music: Francesco de Masi - Diamond Bossa Nova]

The glorious heatwave that has held sway over the UK all week is having its last shout today (29C/84.2F) - from tomorrow, we're forecast to get back to near-normal temps with some showers by mid-week.
While the temperatures are still "up there", how about something totally cool, courtesy of Fred, Ginger and today's "birthday boy" Benny Goodman?!
Perfection.
Another busy - and very hot - week is almost over, and we need to get our party gear on sharpish, for (unforgivably), we missed Our Princess Kylie's birthday yesterday!
I'll send a belated gift. She won't mind. She's busy basking in her new-found adoration courtesy of that Netflix mini-series [which we'll probably never see unless it hits terrestrial TV at any time in the future]...
Obviously we'll let the lady herself get the party started in the most pertinent manner, with this guaranteed-to-get-you-moving classic - and Thank Disco It's Friday!
Many happy returns, Kylie Ann Minogue (born 28th May 1968).
Have a great weekend, dear reader!
STOP PRESS:
I thought it was too good to be true: over the past few days, all my posts have been arriving in the Blogger Reading List as normal. I thought it was (finally) fixed. But, no! This post has taken about twenty-four hours to arrive! I hate the fucking Google gnomes. They obviously aren't Kylie fans.

It's another snippets post, dear reader:
And the weather? Still hot - and with more cloud about, oppressively humid. I've even heard a rumble or two of thunder! Oo-er.