Friday Morning Wood - Snaky

Biblioporn Thursday

This week, Car Porn Thursday has been invaded by books. Meet my favourite room in all the world.

Lynn liked it so much she had to take a closer look …

Wednesday Window

Another photo from Monday's jaunt. This one might give those of you with long memories some clue as to where we were.

Where In The World?

Spring hit town yesterday (just for the day; it's going to return to torrential rain tomorrow) so Lynn and I went out for a walk.
This is where we went.
Pretty, huh?
More later.
Toodle pip.

WTF Monday - Buy One, Get One Half Price

The good folk of Morris were in the city this weekend, blending in to the local street scene with their customary flair for camouflage.

What Sunday Afternoons Are For

Splendid day today: down in Suffolk with mum and her jazz mates; good real ale and this bunch of elderly reprobates (hi, guys) playing jazz at il Fascisti.

Here's Django's "Nuages." Enjoy …

We're Going To Need A Bigger Lens

Passing by the Cathedral this morning in the freezing cold, the peregrines nesting on the spire apparently have four chicks close to fledging.

 I only had my standard lens with me, however (I even forgot my binoculars, dammit), so could take nothing but blurry, distant shots.

 Nice to see at least one boid, though.

Maybe next week I'll remember to pack the right equipment.

They are, after all, a long way up.

Friday Morning Wood

Car Porn Thursday - Cooper S

Bollocks to the hideous monstrosity that BMW now sell as the "Mini" … THIS is the real thing. A proper Cooper S from 1965 still thrashing the shit out of modern travesties that shame its glorious name.

Just A Normal Norwich Sunday Afternoon

Meet the Promettes.
I dunno … I pop into the city for coffee with Gerry and I get kinda persuaded by the lovely Francesca (aka Miss High Leg Lick) to take a bunch of photos.

You know how it is: you start chatting to someone and the next thing you know, you're part of a drag troupe of majorettes in pink air hostess jackets dancing through the city to gloriously trashy disco songs from the seventies and eighties.

This is the guitar solo from Electric Dreams, played with passion (insert your own air guitar noises here).

That's Jamie Oliver's restaurant on the left, getting a free cabaret. What's not to love?

Anyhoo … lots more of these photos should be hitting their website and FB page soon, but now I'm gonna have to leave the computer alone for a bit and dance round the room to Donna Summer.

Welcome to Normal For Norfolk.

Dress to Express

More fabulosity to follow …

WTF Monday - Thrillsville

Be still, my beating heart.

Let Him Eat Cake

More news from the trenches of Old Dive's Miracle Non-Diet.
This morning I find myself down to 180lb (this down from 229.3lb a little over a year ago).

Yesterday, my non-diet consisted (in no particular order):
A large tumbler of Tropicana Orange and Lime.
Two full-fat lattes at Pret.
One fresh, Pret egg and bacon breakfast baguette (with lashings of bacon - yay - the ultimate diet food).
Two pistachio macarons (they were all out of bacon macarons by the time we got there, dammit).
One, inch-thick slab of fresh, sashimi-grade tuna the size of my hand, sliced up raw as sashimi and served with low-salt soy, wasabi and a bowl of freshly made miso soup with lots of wakame.
A bunch of grapes.
A large tumbler of fresh-squeezed, no-salt tomato juice.
A whole bag (oops) of organic unsalted mixed nuts and fruit.
Most of a bar of Green and Black's organic Maya Gold dark chocolate.
A couple of hefty mugs of black Lavazza Gold coffee.
A cup of Shizuoka green tea.
A whole local crab (well not the crunchy bits) stuffed into a fresh-baked demi-baguette with a handful of salad leaves.
Snackie tomatoes (organic Vittoria on the vine).
Half a bottle of white Burgundy.
A Grappa round at Gerry's.
A large glass of rather good Cognac.
Combined with a nice walk in the city at breakfast time, some vacuuming and a session in my gym I still managed to lose a pound.

Today I intend to partake of the wares displayed above when I meet Phil and his new girlfriend (yikes) in town for lunch.

Do please join me in my miracle non-diet. Unlike others it is completely free to join and it WORKS! It's costing me a fortune in new clothes though.

You Only Die Twice

Many the mystery revealed by the clearance of the overgrown end of the cemetery.
Here are Hetty and Sam …

 … and here's Sam again, this time in green. He liked dying so much the first time he rose up and did it all over again.

Friday Morning Wood - The Big O

Car Porn Thursday - Fiat 41

Wednesday Window - BOGOF

Choice of two this week. Pick your own period.
I was hoping to be out and about taking more photos but it's still bloody freezing here and there's even supposed to be snow heading my way to follow the monsoon currently battering my windows. It's the middle of fucking MAY for Pete's sake. Get a grip, weather!

The Wives of Henry Hopson

Kinda creepy that he started to bury them all in a line. Was he building up a collection? A serial wife-murderer mayhap? A Victorian Bluebeard?
The stones don't tell so I'll leave it to your fecund imaginations.

WTF Monday - Just So You Know

Shake It

Not sure who these people are or what they were rehearsing in the Cathedral yesterday morning but they gave me the opportunity to demonstrate my awesome skills with camera shake and bad focusing.

Watch and learn … how not to do it.

Angel? Mermaid? Your Guess Is As Good As Mine

Strange goings-on in the Cathedral this morning …

The Wicker Man it ain't.

Friday Morning Wood

This tree is virtually horizontal. I rather enjoyed the effect of foreshortening looking back along it.

All Anyone Needs To Know About Anything

It's Natalie Dee time again (yay).

Wednesday Window - Royal Arcade Again

Learning How To Spell "What" Shall Be At Least Part Of The Law

Old Crowley's fans could do with some spelling lessons.

WTF Monday - Not Out

It's how they would have wanted to be remembered …

They're Heeeeeere …

At long last, spring has sprung along Cherry Walk and gaudy petticoat pinkness abounds.

Do click on these to enlarge them. I mean: how gorgeous is that?

Look one way and St.Peter Mancroft is frilled with pink blossom …

Look t'other way and it's City Hall getting mugged by Barbara Cartland.

Pink … PINK! AUGH! The whole world has gone pink …

… with blue around the edges.

Er … I hope you like pink; if not, this post is really going to suck.

Somebody who does like pink is our Lynn, who first visited Cherry Walk a couple of years back and who is long overdue for another overdose of the pink frillies. If she hurries, she might get an eyeful of our next eagerly anticipated blossomfest: the wisteria at St.Giles (see many a past year's posts).

The Visit Of The Fleeting Gentlemen

Many thanks to those magnificent people over at Engrish.com for this one.
I was going to post photos of Cherry Walk today, but I popped over to Mum's after breakfast and left my camera there, so I'll have to pick it up later and post them another time.
Doh!
In the meantime, this made me giggle.
Am I alone in thinking "The Visit of The Fleeting Gentlemen" sounds like a lost Edward Gorey book?

Friday Morning Wood

Eliza And The Curly Tree

What tales lie beneath yonder nettle bed?

Wednesday Window