12 September 2006
Snapped!
I’ve finally got around to uploading photos from various jaunts onto Flickr. You may, or may not, like to take a look at the snaps from our musical weekend (heavily censored edited to protect those who looked foolish), my visit to my Mum in Ireland (lots of seaside pics), and our trip to Weymouth to see family and celebrate Owen’s parents’ 40th wedding anniversary.
No allotment, no plants, no vegetables - not your usual P’Soup.
Filed under: Holiday postcards, Mulch — Clare @ 7:01 pm
Gorgeous pictures! Correct me if I’m wrong, but it looks like:
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1) You’ve gone blonde!!
2) You visited Kinvara in Ireland (the mistress & I had a great holiday there, except she fell off a bus and did her ankle some serious damage and spent the next 4 days in bed
hb
(13.09.06 @ 9:49 am)
Thank you.
No, not blonde, but the remnants of an old colour growing out. Whne I let my hair dry kinky it always looks lighter anyway.
Not Kinvara either (where’s that?). My Mum lives in Cappoquin in Co. Waterford and the pictures are from around there - Dungarvan, Kinsale, Cork way.
I didn’t fall off a bus either!!
(13.09.06 @ 10:33 am)
Kinky hair? Why am I not surprised
Kinvara is a little port south of Galway and it is gorgeous. Does this mean you are Irish? My gran’s folks (mum’s side) eloped from Ireland, the mucky beggers
(13.09.06 @ 10:58 am)
Well, my Mum is Irish and all that side of the family is from Dublin. I have an Irish passport, so yes, I am Irish. But I’ve never lived in Ireland and was brought up in Yorkshire, having been born in Somerset.
I have no accent to speak of!
(13.09.06 @ 11:02 am)
Sounds like my lot - my Mum’s background is Lancashire & Scotand & Ireland and my Dad’s is Lancashire & (I think) Somerset way & Belgium & Germany. I’m married to a British Indian, my sis is seeing a Gambian and my other sis is seeing a lad who’s half-Norwegian. It’s like the bleeding UN at Xmas!
My accent is all flat caps & ‘Ee by ‘Eck, love”
I is a ginger.
(13.09.06 @ 11:44 am)
My brother has a fab Yorkshire accent and when I speak to him it starts to come back. I never say grahss, but grass and lass, so I still hold on to some Northern credentials!
Unfortunately I’ve been around Owen too long though and I find myself saying thusty instead of thirsty. A travesty.
I used to henna my hair - I guess that doesn’t count!
(13.09.06 @ 11:49 am)
The trick is to get him to say “Oh-Arr, my loverley” in company.
And no. No it doesn’t. You have to be a real ginner before you can claim compo from the Government, you srounger.
(13.09.06 @ 11:53 am)
Does it help my case if I mention that I looked ridiculous?
(13.09.06 @ 11:57 am)
*gasp* You’re a ‘winner’ - a ‘wanna be ginger’! Hang your multi-coloured head in shame!
(13.09.06 @ 12:02 pm)
If only that were the most shameful thing about me…
(13.09.06 @ 12:10 pm)
Do tell… you’re among friends here… is it… the ‘desires’?
(13.09.06 @ 1:31 pm)
Desires? Sorry, don’t know what they are!
I know I’m among friends but still, dare I? OK.
I own Phil Collins CDs.
Please, don’t leave. I know it’s wrong. I haven’t listened to them for years, I tell you. Surely you can find some forgiveness in your heart? I was young and foolish. I promise not to do it again!
(13.09.06 @ 2:07 pm)
*stunned silence - which is more than Collins ever gave the world*
(13.09.06 @ 3:44 pm)
Now you know the worst about me!
There was an article in teh Observer this weekend about confessional blogging - I don’t think this is really what they had in mind.
(13.09.06 @ 3:51 pm)
LOL! No - they were more interested in the fact I’m dressed in Polly’s underwear… oopps
(13.09.06 @ 5:21 pm)
Hey - this embarassing little ’secret’ of yours. Would it have anything to do with:
a) the track “In the air tonight”
b) the film “Risky Business”
(13.09.06 @ 6:22 pm)
Nope. All to do with a violinist I fancied who was a big Genesis and Phil Collins fan - so it all comes down to hormones in the end.
(13.09.06 @ 6:37 pm)
Phew!
Same thing drove me to see Marillion - god forgive me
(13.09.06 @ 6:50 pm)
Yes.
That’s my other embarassing secret.
A previous fella took me to see Yes (or some incarnation or other of them).
I am older and wiser now. Scarred forever, but a better person. As long as I keep taking the medication.
(13.09.06 @ 7:05 pm)
LOL! Now that’s gotta hurt! I’ve given up on live music - too many bad gigs. Best I ever saw was NitzerEbb, worst was Marillion (but only cause I don’t like them - I don’t suppose they were actually bad) and most disappointing was Fields of the Nephilim. Can’t remember the last live music I saw
(13.09.06 @ 8:15 pm)
I’m pretty sure the last live music I went to see was Bob dylan at the NEC - absolutely excellent. And for once he was in a good mood. In November we’re off to see the Scissor Sisters at the NIA which should be brill.
On another shameful note, I have to tell you that Tom Jones is excellent live. Slimily lustful towards his hot backing singers, but fantastic nonetheless. Very soulful.
(13.09.06 @ 11:43 pm)
was looking for a photo of pumkin soup to go with my friend’s cool recipe & instead, found your exquisite shell pic.
love it. & loved the photo of the three feet in the water. very creative. just the kind of fun photo i like.
i’ve been photographing the end of summer butterfly invasion recently
thanks for the sharing..now back to the pumpkin soup hunt.
blessings
florence
(04.10.06 @ 6:00 pm)