Hullaballoo

It seems to me that Keats was acting well gloomy when he wrote the following Ode to Autumn. what do you think of autumn, abundance or melancholy?

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells"


My tongue in cheak ode to autumn...

Season of chicken noodle soup and breadsticks,
chopped ham and hummous;
distant memories of autumns past
where families gather within hallowed walls;
back episodes of summer soaps now watched
with wistful wallowing and slowing banter;
yadda yadda yadda
the end

What do you like about autumn, apart from the rather stunning picture of the lady in the fruit and flower hat at the top of the post?

Phew! The last couple of weeks have been manic, but goodly manic. Bobo and I jetted down to Yorkshire in his Ford Focus and stayed in an Ibis (Or 'Can't-Abide-is' as I later christened it after discovering a stray bicycle under the linoleum covered stairs). It was very clean and very cheap.

The only thing more underwhelming than the Ibis, was the English theme pub next door, called something imaginative like the Noble Comb. It was like an oversized works canteen with fake wooden beams, an assortent of incongrous lights that look like they were a BHS job lot, some fake stained glass panels at the door, a dodgy juke box, a cardboard cut out of a massive fruit shoot bottle with balloons round it and some saggy, faded craclers which were being used to entice customers to sample their Christmas 'Fayre.' there was nothing fair about it, it brought out all my Edinburgh snobbishness. The main crowd puller of the week semed to be a Wednesday evening event from 5-8pm for the laydeeeees. It was a sale of handbags, jewellery and accessories. Boy was I sad to miss that chestnut lol.

Inspired by a hilarious clip about the extortionate and disastrous new Edinburgh trams system, posted over at NMJs blog, I came across this clip on Utube. Enjoy, especially Edinburghers who may be reading this.

Oddly jangled whilst washing up, I managed to smash a whole bottle of vinegar over myself. I watched as it seemed to fall in slow motion, pleased that it wasn't syrup or ketchup.

What a curious sensation, the lingering vinegar was as it seeped into my socks.

A rather unsettled expression must have clouded over my face because OS suggested I might try meditation as an aid to relaxation. If only life were that simple......

I love the Irish and am, in fact, very Irish. It's really, really true. Or so I am told by those in the know. Last year, on parents' evening, I met my son's teacher for the first time. She cut to the chase, "are you Irish?"
"No," I replied
"Are you sure?" she persisted. Now there's a thing, I was now starting to doubt myself. Perhaps I was really very Irish, but had been swapped by the pesky leprechauns as a babe.
"Not really," I ventured uncertainly.
"Well, you sound Irish." She said finally and triumphantly.
And I thought I was there to discuss my son lol.


Here are my Irish Credentials

I have a real Irish friend (and all my little Irish fairy friends too)
I warm to Irish bloggers
I love hearing Irish people speak (when they are not saying feck and bastard lol)
I was born with carrot coloured hair
I do sound Irish
I have a quirky, impish sense of humour and am prone to a bit of sarcasm
I dance in a disorderly way (according to Bobo)
I can drink four pints of Guinness and still arm wrestle a whole rugby team
I like wild and desolate places (well, that's a teensy lie, but I do sooo want to sound more Irish)
I am around one eighth Irish
I can dance just like the women in Riverdance, after a few drinks. It's a just a matter of wearing a short green dress, clutching your arms to your sides and having fiddly diddly feet. How hard can that be lol?

Is there any nationality you have always wanted to be? Why is that?

Sorry I haven't been blogging for a while. I will be back as soon as I can muster the energy.