World to see biggest full moon in two decades – Yahoo! News UK.
Following the recent lunar eclipse, this should provide yet another good opportunity for some quality lunar photography.
Also intrigued by the speculation of this as an influence over major weather or geological events!
Apologies in advance but it has been some time since I’ve had a mini rant, so here’s my latest.
Yesterday I saw the advertisement for a Channel 4 documentary on Lily Allen. The premise of the show being that Lily is now looking for a lifestyle that steps away from the limelight and enters a word of relative normality. If this is true, then why on earth does she agree to make a TV programme to track the transition away from the stage? If she genuinely desires a quieter life, why doesn’t she just quietly disappear from our sights and the media. It is, or at least it can be done with relative ease. “Celebrities” do this all of the time, although not all are through a conscious effort or desire.
Instead Ms Allen agrees to a staged documentary following her through the start-up of a new business venture with her sister. Is this merely a vehicle to get yet another of the Allen clan onto our TV sets?
I do understand that she has had a number of personal issues to deal with in recent years, and not all of them were brought on by her own actions or even avoidable, but if you do yearn for a life more ordinary, just go and do it. Ease off the daily twitter updates to an audience in excess of 2.7 million, don’t supply quotes to the press about said change of direction, and certainly don’t agree to a documentary to record every little part of your journey.
For those who have nothing better to do, it is being aired on Channel 4 at 10pm (GMT) on Tuesday March 15. Somehow, I think I might have something that clashes which will keep me from tuning in.
Driving home today on the A1 I spotted a Jet2.com lorry.
Whilst I’m sure there are many of these on our roads, it’s the first time I’ve seen one and did get me thinking exactly what it is used for. You may assume that an airline company would have accessible means of transporting what ever goods or commodities they need to around the country, or even the world. Clearly, you can’t fly a plane to just anywhere you like, there must be an airport near by, but what would such a company need to transport that isn’t to be delivered to or near an airport?
I know that the in flight meals aren’t a big seller so I doubt that they may have branched out to selling these in your local deli. I’ve also discounted the possibility that they have branched out into foreign exchange and they are doing so well that they require a fleet of HGV’s to circulate the foreign notes to their eagerly awaiting customers. I did consider that this maybe a perk for their executives in lieu of the standard company car, but with the ever climbing price of petrol, i had to rule that possibility out too.
This left me with only one conclusion. This is THE ULTIMATE IN LOW COST TRAVEL! Beware happy travellers of britain. Next time you see that advert in the window of your local travel agents or on the trusty pages of Teletext, just double-check the small print. If my theory is to be believed, that 7 nights B&B to Marmaris could turn out to be 3 days travel in an 18 wheeler, packed with 80 other weary travellers with one night at Turkeys answer to the little chef before departing for your final 3 day journey home.
Really, if you think about it, it’s not worth considering for anything less than a fortnight!
Happy holidays 🙂
I’ve just come across this excellent video that summs up cheap travel far better than i ever could have.
Enjoy.
Interesting……..What would you have on your wish list?
Hi Guys,
Just a very quick, and short post to say thanks to all who have visited my little bit of real estate in the blogosphere. One thousand views may appear insignificant to most but it means a lot to me that so many have found their way to my pages and taken the time to read over my ramblings, especially those who find the time to comment too!
Hopefully you will find something interesting enough for you to come back again soon. I’ll do what I can to keep it interesting, varied & fresh.
Happy blogging,
Chris
Just caught this on UK Gold this afternoon and couldn’t help but laugh.
Hopefully it’ll bring back a few memories. You can find the lyrics below.
I’d reached the age of fourteen and I hadn’t started courting,
And my mum was getting worried about me.
She said, “Dad, it’s time you told him all about the birds and bees,”
He said, “The birds and bees,” and sat me on his knee.
He said, “Now, remember Uncle Joe and that picnic a while ago,
How he went off into the woods with Auntie Pat?
And how I chased O’Reily’s daughter and what happened when I caught her?”
I said, “Yeah,” he said, “Well birds and bees does that.”
Dad works very hard indeed, well he got ten kids to feed,
Well ten and seven ninths to be precise.
And we all wear hand-me-downs, and as I am the youngest,
And the others are all girls, it ain’t very nice.
Dad said, “It’s time that you got wed,” I said, “I’d rather drop down dead,”
He said, “Now how about old Maude from Ikely down?”
I said, “Maude? Not bloody likely, she’s been out by half the chaps in Ikely,”
He said, “Well Ikely’s really quite a little town.”
He said, “You’ve got to get a wife, you can’t go on enjoying life,
Or folks with think you’re strange and start to frown.”
I said to him, “Look, why should I buy a book?
When there’s a thriving, lending library in the town.”
One day I found a friend, he was up by Badgers End,
A little pigeon fell down by my feet.
His feathers was flecked with red and at first I thought he was dead,
Then I knelt and I felt his little heart still beat.
I cupped him in my hands and I ran home to my mum,
And she said, “Son, I’m as proud of you as I can be.
You’re thoughtful and you’re kind, and you’ve got a gentle mind,
And that will do a treat for your old father’s tea.
I said, “You shall not touch my bird,” and without another word,
I took him in my room and I shut the door,
And then I bathed and I warmed him and I nursed him back to health,
‘Cause you see, I’d never really had a friend before.
I taught him little tricks, like playing dead and picking up sticks,
And the village girls, they brought bird seed every day. Oo!
“Dad, you can’t come in,” I’d shout, “Or my birdie will fly out,”
But of course I let the village girls all stay.
Well there was Mable from the stable, and Mary from the dairy,
We had a visit by our beauty queen.
And that great big Betty Mavery, and she’s got her own aviary,
She’s got the biggest parakeets I’ve ever seen.
Dad said, “You ought to let him go,” and Mum, she said, “Oh no,
You just want to get some shooting practice in.”
But the vicar said, “My son, it really isn’t done,
And to lock up a wild thing, that’s a sin.”
One morning when it was all still, I took him up to Badgers Hill,
I lost the only little friend I had that day.
Not a word I said, I just kissed his little head,
And I opened my hands and I watched him fly away.
He circled up and ’round, and then he settled on the ground,
And off he went straight up to the sky.
And then I looked and I could see he was flying back to me,
And then he swooped and he pooped right in my eye.
I thought, “That’s bloody rude!” and, “Cor, there’s gratitude!”
And, “I hope they never cross a pigeon with a cow!”
And Dad said, “Here, there’s I see a caper, I’ll go get a bit of paper,
I said, “Don’t be daft, he’s miles away by now!”
Dad said, “I know you lost a friend, but it’s really not the end,
You’ll be married and have a family of your own quite soon.”
Well I never said a word, but you see, that little bird
Has lured eighteen little ravers up to my room!
So if anyone’s got a spare cockatoo or an old crow they don’t want,
I’d be very much obliged, because you know, I could put them to good use.
Here’s a short clip showing the great surroundings enjoyed by the locals of Marrakech. This oasis of serenity, right in the heart of such a busy city is a great spot to relax in, and thanks to the free wifi available within the park, you can catch up with your loved ones when away from home.
Bliss
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