One for Jo......the skies the limit!

Jo recently had some photos of the sky from locations she had visited. It made me think about the lovely open sky view we get in Bexhill down by the sea. Here are some examples using my trusty camera phone.

This was viewing the sky towards the South East from the beach.


This time looking more South West. I love this image although it's a bit dark because I was facing the sun. See how the rays shine down from the cloud and make a bright reflection on the sea. My mum use to call those rays "God's glory". (click to enlarge)


Again the same view but just a couple of minutes later. If you click the image to make it bigger, you can see the sun's reflection on the sea getting smaller because of the cloud.

Am I feeling blue yet?

We've had our first major rehearsal for the show and the triumphal return of the Blues Brothers, along with other less interesting acts. At this point I can confirm we were complete rubbish. It all went so wrong....

1) Didn't get the intro music ready in time to practice my warm up words.
2) Sound tech was farting about with our first song and it bombed out half way through our performance.
3) Missed my queue in the song and couldn't get back into it properly.
4) Sang out of key. I sing low as a contrast in 'Everybody Needs Somebody' but I just don't sound right, and I don't have enough power. (I need more power Cap'n)
5) Wasn't close enough to the microphone, and thus people couldn't hear me. Paul was fine, as he naturally eats the mic when he sings anyway.
6) Both of us arrived in bad moods and headache's, it's safe to say both of us left like that too.

To top it off, someone asked which Blues Brother am I? The short fat one, or the thin tall one? It didn't take Einstein to work out that i'm both, taller and fatter.

At this rate I don't think we are on a mission from god, rather, we need some divine intervention to make us good!

Knock Knock...

A smart little video of (i think) a Kestrel with its trainer, swooping about. So beautiful.

This was taken on a great day out in October with friends and family to Knockhatch Farm not too far up the A22 from Eastbourne.

other highlights.....
There is something very disturbing about the way that 'widget' thing on its nose/beak moved around independently on this turkey.......yuk blahhhhhh.

We were able to pet these Llamas as apparently they are very sociable animals. The wool was very soft. Llamas seem to be a bit of a theme here in East Sussex, we have a Llama farm at nearby Norman's Bay.
These guys are quite near the entrance to the farm looking look like a comedy double act. They remind me of Statler and Waldorf from the Muppet Show.

Did I accept the King's Shilling?

You may recall from history lessons how men were coerced into joining the navy.

Becoming a sailor for the King's navy wasn't a pleasant job and recruits were reluctant. To try and overcome the shortage of men for the job, 'Press Gangs' were used to find men, however unwillingly, to sail the ships. To give some morality to the task, the Kings regulations stated that the press gang master could not assault you and take to as a new recruit, He had to see you take the "Kings Shilling". A common tactic of the Press gang master was to ply a potential recruit with ale...several pints later the unsuspecting victim would find a shiny new Silver Shilling coin at the bottom of the his tankard. This was enough to seal the deal and the man was led to the ship, or dragged as was often the case. It was for this reason that tankards began to have a glass bottom, so you could check your drink in case of the Kings Shilling being slipped in.

This is an exaggerated example of the sly and underhanded tactics used to get me involved in a local community talent show. Years ago I did a 'Blues Brothers' act with a mate for his parents 25th wedding anniversary. Although we were asked to do it for some other family celebrations after that, I felt it had a limited life. To be honest it wasn't that good either, so I decided nearly 20 years ago that i'd not be doing that again.

That was until one of my new Bexhill mates called Paul came up to me just before we went away to California on vacation and said, "I heard you want to do the Blues Brothers with me for this talent show". My reply was something like.." wha...the, how? who?...no I don't..blah". It works out that my wife was speaking to one of the organizers (her mate Sharon), and told them I did this 'Blues Brothers' thing in the past, and they decided between them that Paul and I would be good at it. So we were booked in as an act, without any input from me.

After that shock, I've had some time to get use to the idea now. If you recall in past posts my desire has been to overcome my personal inhibitions and to have a go at singing. It seems that my prayers have been answered, although not quite the way I was expecting. I've decided now that I just have to go for it. Paul was hoping that we'd just get up and sing, then get back off again...but oh no. If we are going to do it, then we shall do it properly! You can't go up on the stage dressed in black with the hat and sunglasses, and not expect to give a bigger performance than just singing. The poor chap looked pale when I expressed some of my ideas. Something that makes it easier this time and no disrespect meant to the fella I did this with before. Is that this time my partner has got some talent. He can both sing and dance. This means we can have a proper go at being entertaining, and have some fun whilst we are at it. Almost every time we meet to rehearse one or the other of us has a new suggestion to improve the act.

Maybe doing this is just what the doctor ordered, I think I need an outlet, and if the truth be known I'm starting to love the idea of it all. So going back to my point at the start, did I accept the King's Shilling? Well just like a sailor I think I got this job after being press ganged by some dodgy people. I have to admit though, now that i'm doing it I do seem to have found my sea legs.

back to reality

Do you like the new profile picture? It'll probably only be temporary, whilst I'm still clutching onto memories of a fabulous holiday in California.

So many highs, and i've got so many photos, maybe 500? There was no serious downside to our trip either, not even the natives. We stayed most of the time in San Diego which is a prettier city than Los Angeles and it has a strong naval culture and influence.

We did the LA trip to Disneyland for 4 days halfway through the trip. I just love the place. You arrive there and you naturally leave all of life's baggage at the door. I would like to say it was just for the kids, but that would be an outright lie. It pulls you into this wonderful make believe world, where everything is clean and everybody is polite and friendly. You are welcome not to agree but this is my 3rd visit to a Disney residence and I am convinced they have the best theme parks in the world. They are complete and flawless at what they do.

There was so much more to the trip than Disneyland though. Staying with wonderful friends who showed us great hospitality. Meeting new friends and having great times with them. There was also the few days we spent at Yosemite National Park. Where we drove and climbed mountains, discovered new (to us ) wildlife and hugged a giant Sequoia tree. As far as new animals were concerned we saw deer, lizards, a golden eagle and chipmunks to name a few. We even started tracking fresh tracks made by a black bear, until I realised this wouldn't be clever if we actually caught up with it.

The problem with all of these great experiences is getting back to 'normality' again. The jet-lag hasn't helped, but its more than that. I realise my dislike for my job has become a mountain like obstacle. It took 20 minutes of being back on-line, then suddenly I was hit by a huge wave of negativity from those around me, a negativity that I've had to get use too in the past. Problem is I just don't want to get use to it again. I guess this is just holiday blues, and nothing more....or is it? I love my life and family, I love my new home and location.....its just my work. It makes me almost tearful getting involved with this uninteresting and hostile environment again. It begs the question, what can I do about it? To be honest I haven't got an answer, but I think I'm going to need one real soon.

Oh well..............back to reality

Hot Hot Hot

Just wanted to rub it in a bit. California is HOT HOT HOT!! I don't mean warm or mild, I mean hot like i've never known it before. Humidity was harsh when we arrived but it has since subsided.

At this rate there is the smallchance I might bare flesh for a tan, but i'm concerned about the whale conservation guys in San Diego getting confused.

Which reminds me we have seen dolphins in the sea here.......at least I think they were dolphins. I did ensure we stayed in shallow water just in case.

Saved! By a bearded Virgin

Love him or hate him, Richard Branson has proved to be our saviour! Not only is the credit card I booked my holiday with one of his, and they have agreed to pay us the cost of the flights. The Bearded Virgin went one step better. We have been able to book a flight on his Virgin Atlantic and the seats are cheaper! A whole £400 cheaper in total.

Thanks your bearded virginess, for your help in a crises. Maybe i'll sleep tonight, as I certainly didn't last night, dreaming of happy smiling bearded virgins......or maybe not.