The grass is greener

When I was younger I used to visit my grandmother in Italy. What I could never understand was why the apartment was always dark, with all the windows closed and the shutters down. They were smart in them there days and everything was done for a reason.

Well, now I know the answer. It keeps the place cool.

Now that I'm wiser (hmmm - Ed) you'd think that I would behave differently. It so goes against the grain to shut out all the sunlight, but common sense dictates that sunshine = hot and hot air = uncomfortable. Add to this a smattering of humidity then the whole business becomes quite unpleasant.

When I was in England a week or so back the cooler temperature were a pleasant relief. How come us mortals are never satisfied? Why is the grass always greener?

Whenever we go back to England, Jan continues to be amazed at the amount of choice the supermarkets offer.

What did my mother say the other day on a trip to Carrefour?

'You have so much choice in the supermarkets here in France.'

Sort it out

Why do people pick on me (probably because you're a prat - Ed). There I am sitting at the computer writing emails and all that good stuff when mum sidles up behind me and says, "Where's Jan?" So all of a sudden I'm the family satnav.

Not ten minutes later, Jan sidles up and says, "Where's you mother?"

Why is everybody incapable of looking for themselves? How come everybody bugs me with simple stuff that they can find out for themselves.

Two blond genies

A guy is walking along a beach when he comes across a lamp partially buried in the sand. He picks up the lamp and gives it a rub.

Two blonde genies appear, and they tell him he has been granted three wishes.

The guy makes his three wishes and the blonde genies disappear.

The next thing the guy knows, he's in a bedroom, in a golf-course mansion, surrounded by 50 beautiful women.

After he makes love to all of them, he begins to explore this fabulous house.
Suddenly he feels something soft under his feet, he looks down and the floor is covered in $100 bills.

Then, there's a knock at the door. He answers it and standing there are two persons dressed in Ku Klux Klan outfits. They drag him outside to the nearest tree, throw a rope over a limb and hang him by the neck until he's dead.

As the Klansmen are walking away, they remove their hoods. It's the two blonde genies. One blonde genie says to the other one,

'I can understand the first wish having all these beautiful women in a big mansion to make love to.

I can also understand him wanting to be a millionaire. But why he wanted to be hung like a black man is beyond me ?'

An idle moment

Fancy a bit of harmless fun? Go to this site and turn your sound on. Click on each horse from left to right. To turn off a horse, click on it again. See if you can compose your own tune.

The perfect baby

It's always the same when Mum and Jan get together. The two of them were chatting and the conversation got round to me, as a baby.

Jan said, "What was he like as a baby?"

Mum said, "He was excellent. He slept most of the time and only woke up when he was hungry."

Jan thought about the comment for a second and said, "Not much has changed really."

I've got three weeks of this!

3 in the UK

For all you travelling computer buffs, I have some info. Understandably, my mum doesn't have broadband (if she did, she'd try to knit it or something) so I've been messing about with mobile broadband for some months now.

At first I tried Vodafone but found their connection 'patchy' to say the least. Sort of like trying to connect to the Internet with smoke signals if you get my drift.

So today I tried with '3' and it was so much better. At the very least I got a 3G connection and most of the time better than that. As I'm an occasional user, that works fine for me and it's recommended (especially if you're near HG2 7EG). Incidentally, Ofcom have just produced coverage maps for the first time and that backs up my recommendation.

The land of the fruit cake

It's a miracle! He never really left us. Surely this is proof of something?

The thin end of the wedge

Listen lads, this doesn't look good. I reckon it's all part of a huge female plot to do away with us all together.
Our last remaining excuse to get our leg over is about to disappear. You ignore this at your peril.

MJ

Look, I've got to say it.

This Michael Jackson thing is getting so out of hand.

A gold coffin for Pete's sake.

Lots of 'tributes' from 'big' stars.

Am I missing something here?

MJ was a pop singer who produced some good material (and the moon walk - Ed), but for crying out loud he was a pop singer (not to mention a paedophile) and a seriously disturbed person to boot. Here we are with hour long television programmes and all that shit.

Under normal circumstances he should have been in Broadmoor or wherever those nutters go, but instead he gets feted like a god. The world has turned upside down. I can't wait to see how they honour Gary Glitter. But then again he's a convicted paedophile so I guess that makes all the difference.

Thank God for that

Proof that there is a God.

Airport security

As a postscript to the previous item, and given my disdain for the security process at airports, I can confirm that not one person looked at my passport at Girona airport. I was travelling with cabin baggage only so didn't need to go to a check-in desk. The only document that was examined was my computer generated boarding card. The first time that the passport was examined was when we landed at Leeds. What a total shambles.

Sods law again

Hola from Girona. I'm on my way to the sunny north of England to pick up my aged mother and accompany her back to France.

Now, most normal people would avoid staying a night, on their own, in Girona, but the Ryanair flight is early in the morning and, as Girona airport is a straight three hour drive, it would mean leaving the house at 04.00 in the morning, with no allowance for problems along the way, stuff I used to do when I was younger but not now mes braves. I also know that if I miss a night's sleep I'll feel really bad the next day, so off I jolly well went.

Missing the best Wimbledon final for many years, I checked in and settled down for the night. Guess what? Hot and thirsty I woke at 03.00 and, I suppose mindful of not wanting to over sleep, dozed fitfully until 05.00. Bugger.

French health care

I've got say that the health system here in France is bloody good. We went to The Fransican Clinic again this morning for Jans's annual 'epreuve d'effort' with Dr F. They don't mess about here. She sees her cardiologist every six months and takes the excercise test every year.

Anyway, she passed with flying colours despite the fact that Jan thought that it might not be so good. Good effort darling.

Ouch

Grief, the police must be short of money. They seem to be all over the place at the moment. I got a fine for speeding the other day and I may have got another today. At least I saw the cops today, I never saw them at all the first time. Neither time was I too far over the limit but at 90 euros for each infraction it's a cost that I could do without. Bugger. Must try harder.