Monday 10 December 2012

Only one cancellation today.

Ken emails me his tribute to Sir Patrick Moore:

So farewell then,
Sir Patrick,
Alfred,
Caldwell-Moore.
CBE.
You are,
I regret to say
As of yesterday,
No
More.

As a young man, you were an ace,
In the RAF,
Where the sky was the limit,
To your Observations.
After the war,
You were still an ace -
Armed,
Only with your,
Telescopic viewing devices,
When there were,
No limits at all
To what you saw.
You were truly..........
'Astronomical'.

Born 4th March 1923
Made you Pisces,
Though to hear that
Made you
Blast off into orbit.
Nothing fishy about you!
Keith's mum used to say
(To our dismay)
How good you were!
To see so much,
So far away,
Through so little!!!
But then, the only time she looked
Through a telescope,
It was,
Through the wrong
End.
(Daft bat.)

David Niven once said,
"The Moon's a Balloon!!"
You showed him though.
And as for those
So-called,
Conspiracy theorists who thought the moon landings were faked.
You taked
No nonsense from,
Especially in the black hole
Of Basingstoke
When I saw you on stage,
With my chum Rich.
(Coincidently........
I was with him,
Last night,
Looking up at the stars,
Holding hands
And doing impressionations of you,
Poorly,)
"Well"......."We just don't know!"
That was one of yours.........
(According to Ronnie Barker).
And though you wore
A monacle,
You were clearly not averse,
To making a spectacle,
Of yourself.

Good for you!

And so your are remembered
Fondly,
By many,
As a man of the stars,
Who mixed,
With them.
"Hey Mr Xylophone Man"
That could have been
A hit CD for you,
With Brian May
From 'The Queen'
On Guitar.
Cor..........
That would have been
Out of this world!!

I'd have bought it.........
Especially now that,
You,
Sadly,
Have.

RIP

E.J.Spock (55ish ............ Leo)

Wonderful. Thank you Ken. Sir P's Wikipedia entry is well worth a look. They don't make them like that any more.

Sunday 09 December 2012

Jim, Tina and I have breakfast together. An impressive feat for Jim, who came home in the wee small hours.

Night sky at DeaneJim and I visit my Dad, who is on good form. We also visit Joyce, before he gets the train back to his metropolis.

In the afternoon, Tina and I go for a walk with Ken and Carol. We park at Deane and walk to Overton, where the "Old House at Home" tempts us. Returning to the car, night falls. The ladies have gone on ahead, and Ken and I admire the night sky and star gaze while chatting about Sir Patrick Moore. It turns out to be a sad and apposite moment - Ken texts me later to say Sir Patrick has just passed away. The four of us saw him at the Anvil in Basingstoke, and thoroughly enjoyed the evening.

No more Mr. Night Sky....

Saturday 08 December 2012

Tina has to work :(

Jim visits :)

Jim goes out :(

Friday 7th December 2012

Five lessons - two cancel :)

Thursday 06 December 2012

Wow - four lessons, no cancellations :) Hope they like Tina's car.

And... I got a call to say my car is fixed, so tomorrow will be a lot easier.

Wednesday 05 December 2012

The engine management light is on! Or rather, was on, yesterday. The garage can fit me in today, so I drive to Camberley and leave the car with them while I breakfast at a greasy spoon and buy new underwear at the huge M&S. It's tough, leading such a glamorous lifestyle.

They can't fix the car while I wait. I get a train home and it seems I'm lucky, as I walk straight onto a train. All services have been delayed as the rail tracks are "slippery." Who could have seen that coming? (It was cold, frosty and some places got a light covering of snow).

Later in the day I find out that I won't be reunited with my car until Friday: "Can't get the parts." So I spend the day writing this drivel and uploading photos.

Bad news. Dave Brubeck has died. If you have the time, listen to him:

 

Tuesday 04 December 2012

I awake to news that some random woman is pregnant. I don't know how to avoid the press frenzy which will only go on for, say, decades. All together now: "The people's flag is deepest red, It shrouded oft our martyr'd dead..."

I have seven lessons booked for today - two cancel. A third cancels by text message, but he thinks the lesson is today when it is actually tomorrow. I send a message telling him this and receive no reply. Sigh. It wouldn't take much... Much later I receive a reply that he is also unavailable tomorrow. I think I'll add diary skills to my syllabus.

I have a secret admirer - this message was received today, from one Amwring Nospeedos:

Halo my friend - was it you that I saw on the beach on La Gomera? I have been
searching to find you ever since.
I ask because the man I remember looked like you & was well-ripped........but
naked (& a little cold apparently). I am unsure, as you make no mention of
bathing in your natural state in your diary account, & I would feel
embaressed if I were to approarch the wrong gentleman.
If it WAS you dancing in the surf with your 'wife', then please get in touch
as I have lost your number.
Yours (I wish) - Amwring xx

My reply:

Amwring,
How nice to hear from you. I was rather hoping that I would, after our
"encounter."
You have amazingly good taste, not to say eyesight. I wish we could meet
again, but fear it is not to be. Alas, I am financially embarrassed (note
the spelling. If we have any future together, you will have to learn what
"pedant" means). If you would like to continue our "relationship" please
forward a suitably large sum of euros to my PayPal account. I will then be
able to travel to your island paradise, where we can continue our
dalliance.
Adidas, my dusky one (see how easily I slip into your vernacular).
R.

Hmmmmm... I want to believe it's true, but....

In the evening Tina practises the dark art of Pilates, and I have a good chat with Yvonne at the Jolly Farmer in Cliddesden. Yvonne describes this year as her "travelling" year - she's not joking. New York, Washington DC, Cuba, Cyprus, and Portugal are the places my ravaged memory can retain, there were a few others.

It's also good to see people in the pub on a week day evening, and even better to see a dart board being used. 

Monday 03 December 2012

A telephone engineer is booked between 8:00 and 12:00 as we have been losing our dialing tone. Amazingly, he arrives at 8:00 and fixes the problem. A very nice man, who is gone by 8:15. My day of three lessons is now one, as two people have cancelled. I go for a run, and finish work by 1:00.

Sunday 02 December 2012

Chris and Nigel call round in the morning, and drive us to Durley Street, near Bishop's Waltham, where we meet with Dotty and Tim. The weather is perfect for walking: bright, sunny and cold.

We head for Owslebury, where we lunch at the Ship Inn. On the way, there is much debate about the pronounciation of "Owslebury." Despite this, we forget to ask at the pub, and it remains a mystery. I'm for "Ozbree" - it works for Bicester...

Chris has visited La Gomera on a tall ship, it's interesting to compare notes.

The countryside is very pleasant, up and down enough for pleasant views, and we arrive back at the cars in the dark. There's something quite satisfying about walking until the light has gone, so long as it's possible to avoid getting run over - the last few minutes are along the road. Nigel, Tim and I hold up our phones and devices (gps) to show the drivers where we are, as none of us have reflective clothing.

In the evening Tina and I continue with series two of Breaking Bad. Somehow the plot and interest are maintained, it seems to get even better. 

Saturday 01 December 2012

In the morning I run. It's really bright and crisp. It feels so good that I wash the car when I get back. Not my favourite pastime, but it always feels better when it's done.

In the evening Tina attends a Christmas dinner with her colleagues. A good excuse to sit down and play poker, the first time for a while. I choose a single table tournament with nine entrants. The top three places pay. Of course, I lose my chips in fourth place, known as the bubble. Hmmmm....

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