Posted on 6:59pm Tuesday 9th September 2014
A trip north to experience the sites and flavours of Parma and Modena with friends but no tryouts in a Ferrari.
Posted on 3:09pm Monday 2nd December 2013
This is the second attempt as we had another computer melt down that resulted in starting with everything all over again on a clean hard drive. Its been a month for this sort of thing, Mikes caught a virus and it took 3 days to stop the thing logging on and he had to sort out a new anti-virus program. Jean & Nello's HDD broke and the new one was installed only in Italian and it took us 3 days to upgrade Windows & to ultimate and transfer language packs then download the programs she uses in English. Stephens mirror back up disc started to wobble and had to be replaced.....is it something in the air or the sun's magnetic reversal causing it?
Posted on 10:05am Friday 17th May 2013
Well we only have a week left of our Algarve holiday. It started out really cold for the first couple of days, but soon warmed up to 26 degrees which lasted a couple of weeks, but has dropped to about to about 14 degrees along with cloudy skies. We have met and chatted to some interesting people. One being a retired Irish stockbroker from Wexford, he introduced himself as this. He said he has millions stashed away from his days as a stockbroker and that he had it hidden away so nobody could find it. The way he looked I could not help wondering if that applied to himself as well he continued his story on how is family were in the oil business and were extremely rich. It’s the first time I have ever met a 55 year old multi millionaire ex stockbroker, with most of his teeth missing and the few he had left were stained brown. He was dressed like he bought his clothes from the pound rail in his local charity shop. I fired a couple of questions at him about quantitative easing and fractional reserve banking, he just changed the subject to how he could drink three pints to the fellow he was next to in the bar last night’s one. I now know he has been married to his wife for three years, who has had Cancer twice, and her ex husband was a prick and he had to get a hit man to kill him. The hit man must have missed because the prick of his wife’s ex husband, was still alive later in the conversation. He was a great footballer who was chauffeured in a Mercedes from Dublin just so he could score the goals to help his club win the league (that’s the multi billionaire not the hit man or the prick of his wife’s ex husband) This man went on to tell us how his wife’s kids called him daddy, and his stepson aged 32 was in tears when he learned his new stepdad was off on his holidays for 10 days. His step dad asked him why are you crying and the stepson replied it was because he was going to miss the ex stockbrokers cooking as he was such a brilliant cook. So not only have I had some abysmal cool weather in the Algarve, I have had the chance to rub shoulders with the elite. : ) It is now persisting down assisted by a gale force wind, I did not think things could get much worse, on top of this, I bought an inflatable bed to put on the very hard sun lounger, and the next day the sun disappeared, I am looking at my inflated bed wondering how it is going to fit in my overfilled flight bag. Maybe I will deflate it and wrap it around my body and smuggle it on board the plane. We still have a week left, even after writing this, funny how time goes so fast when you are having fun. Another minute passed, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
Posted on 11:38am Friday 8th March 2013
Bedroom tax is yet another attack on the poor and vulnerable. People in Social Housing on any kind of benefit, with a spare bedroom will have received letters informing them that they will have to pay a levy for unoccupied bedrooms. This tax should not be levied against anyone who is willing to move to a smaller property, especially seeing that our Council has no smaller properties to offer. The only answer is for the Council to increase the stock of smaller properties thus helping the homeless and those in dire need for social housing. This would allow people to downsize while providing much needed work for local construction workers, and at the same time drive down the high cost of renting in the private sector, landlords would have to compete with the affordable council house rents. How can council tenants be penalised for living in a property that is bigger than they need, when there is no alternative accommodation for them to downsize available. The Government has created this problem with social housing by selling off properties to tenants, and not using the revenue received to build additional housing stock.
Posted on 10:40pm Sunday 24th February 2013
One of my friends has tweeted over 20k times since he joined Twitter in June 2007. While I admire him for being an early adopter, I have to ask, when does he have time to do anything else? Like wee, or feed himself?
Posted on 12:46am Saturday 12th January 2013
In Wales, Carwyn Jones AM recently quoted "We aim to tackle poverty relentlessly in every way we can" He and the assembly have just past on a little extra poverty to Pensioners on Pension Credit, they will now have to pay 10% towards their council tax, where previously it was judged that anyone on guaranteed Pension Credit who had so little income, they were not required to pay Council Tax. Mr Jones and his cabinet have decided that all those on Pension Credit will have to pay at least 10% towards their council tax, that's about £70 to someone deemed on the poverty line. In Scotland and England Pensioners on Pension Credit are not liable for this 10% poverty tax. How on earth does Carwyn think this is tackling poverty? Shame on him and the assembly, obviously their words mean nothing!
Posted on 2:00pm Saturday 13th October 2012
After a few days working in the garden, and taking rubbish to the local tip, I notice a few bites on my waistline. I thought they were midge or Mosquito bites, but they turned out to be far worse problematic. My wife and I had to go and look after my mother who is suffering from Alzheimer’s. It was an 8 hour journey on slow coach Arriva, I felt uncomfortable on the way up, with not a clue of what was about to happen to me. We retired early after our long trek, only for me to wake up about half three in the morning, with excruciating pain all around my side. It felt like my ribs were broken and my skin was on fire along with what felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing me in the side with a blunt knife. I had to get up and sit in the chair downstairs for a bit or just walk about to stop this endless pain. I had contracted Shingles, I have never had them before and hope will never get them again. You cannot lie down without diabolical pain with a feeling like someone had doused you in petrol and set it alight, the pain came in waves the pain was so bad it made me feel sick. The next morning I travelled about 20 miles to a health food shop that I was a customer of, we arrived only to find they had closed down. I need some health supplements to ease this pain from hell. On returning back to my mother’s house, I scoured the internet for health food shops, the only one I could find was about 25 miles away. Next morning we set off on our quest to the shop, we arrived a few hours later only to find an earlier traffic accident had put in the shops windows resulting in the shops closure. Shingles are bad enough on their own without all this fruitless travel. That evening my daughter informed us about another health food shop in the centre of Manchester, this time I had a telephone number to check if they were open, they were. I obtained some Oregano oil capsules, DSMO, Tea Tree oil, Cayenne Pepper, enabling me to make a potion for dabbing on to the Shingles and a mix to consume also. I did get some light relief, but the burning itchy skin continued for a few days after. I would not wish Shingles on my worst enemy; it is definitely an illness from Hell.
Posted on 4:45pm Wednesday 18th July 2012
Charlie Pug seemed to be lonely and needed constant attention he wants to be with someone 24/7, so we decided to get him a friend, a baby Pug dog. We ordered him from a family in Llanelli, and then waited a few weeks until he was 8 weeks old before collecting him. Otis as we have called him is full of cuteness, he can quite easily fit on one hand, he seems to be driving Charlie mad, he will not leave him alone, constantly trying to nip him in the undercarriage. For a couple of days Charlie spent his time on the windowsill escaping this 8 week old crocodile. Otis is slowly becoming more sociable after a week of telling him off for chewing Charlie, our hiking boots and any spare thumb or ear that was hanging around by him, his teeth are like needles. I do not think Charlie is too happy with his new brother, he keeps giving us a look of despair, and as if to say “where the hell is this thing from, it was a lot more peaceful before he arrived.”