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Tuesday 12 July 2011

Kew & queueing

The sartorial splendiferousness that is Mr B (aka BlackLOG)inside a Kew glasshouse (or amidst the rainforests of Borneo, if you prefer)

And the nature loving, tree-communing Mrs B in full lovin' mode. Also, The farmer 'begging' as he queues patiently to see that old trouper 'Blondie' perform in Kew Gardens last night, and myself, trying to pretend that I have never seen the farmer before in my life. The farmer trying to recapture a hippy youth. Finally the auld slapper herself, on the big screen, and failing to hit any big notes, Blondie - who was surprisingly entertaining despite her continuing lack of singing skills. At 66 she put many younger women to shame. The wig was manky, the eye surgery was dubious, but the legs were gorgeous! We have made our tired return home to Lincolnshire this morning, to find that the baby boy and the lovely M have failed to keep the dogs safely at home, and also seem to have had some trouble keeping the home clean and tidy. Oh to be young and fancy free.... All now returned to normal. A good time was had by almost all, for almost all of the time. Mr & Mrs B threw an excellent BBQ party which we enjoyed very much. There was some difficulty with a German during the concert, but what can you expect? She was falling down drunk, loud mouthed and revolting. I shuffled away quietly whilst Mr B upbraided her for being on the losing side in the war.... honestly. Diplomacy skills 0 - Offence caused 1. Mr & Mrs B are kind to tolerate us as guests, particularly as I vetoed the 'top down' option on the Black Car for the homeward journey at 11pm. What a party pooper I turned out to be!!! Too old perhaps?

2 comments:

Nick B. said...

Debora Harry is 66? Who would have thought it?
TOPOC - triumph of presentation over content. I do like Atomic though, as long as it's played loud.

BlackLOG said...

Look where diplomacy got us – if I had been in Neville Chamberlains position we would never have been on the back foot at the start of WWII, in fact Hitler might have gone scurrying back under the rock (in this case Austria) that he had emerged from …..For the sake of accuracy I actually promised our German friend not to mention the war….

It was great seeing you both…..despite….you vetoing having the roof down for the journey home. Glad that you enjoyed yourselves

The sartorial splendiferousness that is BlackLOG