More views of Sunny Cyprus

THE PATSY IN PROFILE

PEPE LE SHREW BETWEEN FEEDS

NORIEGA CHILLIN

SNOB BOY AS THE THINKER

NEO COOLBOY

SNOB BOY AND NORIEGA IN THE EXEC BEDROOM

Back from sunnier climes!

Its been a while and I thought I would add to my trusty blog. Returned from Aphrodites Isle about a week ago and immediately got overwhelmed by the dirty washing ....here I am now.

Cyprus was a brilliant holiday, en famille, which has its ups and downs.Stayed in a great place, Coral beach resort near Paphos.A tad expensive but good accommodation. See the pic, view from our third floor room over the pool, sea and harbour.

Arrived to a heatwave.Yes, I know.Cyprus , August what would you expect? Well, NOT temperatures in the mid 40s and a humidity of 80-90% thats for sure! Anyway, much swimming, lazing in the shade, eating , reading and drinking. It was a tough job but someone had to do it.

More famille in the shape of Andreas, aka "Snob boy" and the Patsy arrived during our first week. I must state here, for anyone to read that the following account of parts of their stay are written with much affection as we thoroughly enjoyed their company.That being said......

Snob boy is so called because he doesnt like to mix with the riff raff or "poor people" and so he and the Patsy had booked themselves into the executive area of the hotel.Separate entrance, sofas, a patio and private (well, away from the chaves) dining if they wished.

THE EXEC AREA

The only trouble was that they were on the ground floor so they didnt have the view that us tramps had and were forced to look at lazing, shiny, frying bodies on the grass immediately in front of their patio. This , coupled with the fact that the Patsy, who is much more in touch with her working class roots, would not allow him to use the private dining area, meant that snob boy was forced to dine with the rest of the rabble.

Now dining was a trauma for another of the party, one Pepe le Shrew.If Pepe didnt eat something every 15minutes he went into a blue funk threatening to " Find his own restaurant" and such like. After this initial sticky couple of hours we purchased some snacks for Pepe so that the room permanently resembled the Co Op and smelled like the cheese section in Sainsburies.Not to worry, it kept Pepe happy.

More pics of the hotel and its guests to follow.More of the Cyprus saga to be written after the weekend. Watch this space.

Off to sunnier climes

Bye guys, off to sunny Cyprus at 6am tomorrow.See you in a fortnight!

In defence of Cadburys

As you may be aware, Cadburys, the manufacturer of positively my favourite chocolate in the whole world, are being taken for a considerable sum of money because of the Salmonella scare in one of their products. Now, I dont know all the details, I will read up AFTER I have written this, (as is my way) but I write to defend the one comment I have heard.
Some poor feckless employee has had the affrontary to say that " a little bit of Salmonella was not considered to pose a risk to the general public."
This has caused an outcry.
Why? I say.
Again , WHY?
Any microbiologist worth their sort knows that in order to have an outbreak of food poisoning, a certain bacteriological burden is required in the contaminated material. This does not amount to 1 or 10 or 100 or even a 1000 organisms but many many more.Even for old, infirm and infants.
Salmonella is indeed an indication of faecal pollution and certainly should not be there but Im hoping that Cadburys would have gone on to identify the source of the contamination and deal with it.
In this day of vastly improved isolation and detection techniques, I suspect, only suspect you understand, that Cadburys would be able to detect far fewer organisms than were necessary to cause a serious panic.
So, give the guys a break, preferably with a bar of the divine cadburys dairy milk.
I may have to eat my words when Ive read up on the case ....if only it were cadburys.

St Tropez or Chavvy orange

Heather and I are going to get a spray tan on Friday afternoon...schools out yippee!

Im off to Cyprus for two weeks next Monday and I couldnt be bothered to cream myself all over with holiday skin ...too much flesh, Id need about a dozen bottles.

THIS IS ME...HONEST! (fingers crossed)

My friend Sheila , aka Mrs Bling, gets her tan from a salon when she goes to functions requiring her to bare her shoulders (?!) so I thought I would give it a whirl so that my pasty white flesh doesnt look quite so pasty in a swimsuit. When I booked it over the phone, it raised not a titter when I told the woman I didnt want to end up looking like an orange. Just stony silence.

I had to tell her that I was teasing her , to which she replied "Oh, I see."

Not a very good start.She'll probably have a bottle of dark mahogany tan ready and waiting when we get there.

Strange co -incidence or....?

I would really like someone to work out and let me know the probability of this. You know when you keep seeing the same person, at totally different times of the day or night? Or do you know?! Theres this guy who the boys and I have nick named " The walking man"He always seems to be walking along local roads whenever we are out either driving or walking ourselves.

HANG ON...I THINK I RECOGNISE THIS GUY!



Now, the times and days vary because I definitely am not a creature of habit.He obviously lives locally and possibly works locally but what are the chances of this sighting of him being so frequent? I go from one weeks end to the next without catching sight of a neighbour or friend yet this man, keeps cropping up.He even walked by the other day whilst I was talking to Terry the twitcher and we both said "sorry" for being in each others way. So now weve made contact.Chris saw him drinking at the SU bar in Brunel when he was there, somewhere Chris rarely goes. Hes either a guardian angel or a stalker...or maybe just an ordinary guy who likes to walk.Chris thinks his job is testing trainers.He could even be right.

Down my road

Not- so- evil Bob is at it again. This time he has submitted full plans and wants planning permission to actually BUILD a bungalow. Well, nothing has changed except that my road is one in an area of recently designated " special local character".I guess that makes us one step down from a triple s i. Anyway, it means that not so evil Bobs proposed development doesnt really fit in with the big scheme. Not only that...theres no damn room for it! No one would mind if he was building it for himself or his mum or daughter but we all know that he will sell it immediately to make a profit.

A SLIGHT EXAGGERATION..BUT YOU GET THE PICTURE



Now, whilst I have no objection to making a profit...Im as capitalist as the next person...I really dont want my quality of life threatened by this carport/crossover/stopping light/construction site which will be right next door.



Terry the curtain twitcher got some signatures anyway and now it will have to go to panel.
Even Derek the brick signed although he did his usual Jobs comforter bit with "he'll get it anyway".Yes, well if we all took that attitude ,Hitler probably would have won the War!