Was watching West Wing last night and it got to a part where the president had to temporally step down; and which actor did they put in his place, yep the guy who player Freddy Flintstone in the movie “The Flintstones”, I could not take it seriously anymore.
Lately Tricia is breaking down and crying a lot because she has not won at dominoes or cribbage for weeks, I tried to think of a game that took no skill whatsoever and was based on pure luck. This is so if I lost I could just blame it on blind luck and she would stop weeping, into my soup yesterday!
Found it; Knock out 7, a card game even an imbecile could play. (Thanks for the nod, Alan)
In an earlier post I mentioned the guy who lead the organised cycle rides, you know, the guy with the sweeping brush and washing line attached to the back of his bike. Well taking to one of the participants the other day; he told me they covered over 40 miles on an outing! Thank God we didn’t go, my hernia could not take that abuse and SWMBO hasn’t even been in a bus for that long.
Went to the local nurse on the site and asked her if there was anything I should look out for if my hernia got worse, "Do you get any pain when you pass water?" "Well I felt a little twinge going over the bridge the other day".
It is finally official, something that the wines and spirits buyer at Lidl, and me, have known as a Gods honest truth for years,
BBC on line news has it, so it has to be true and aren’t the Spanish a very clever people to have figured it out.
From a research academy at Madrid University:-
“Drinking alcohol every day cuts the risk of heart disease in men by more than a third, a major study suggests.
The Spanish research involving more than 15,500 men and 26,000 women (Get this bit then) found large quantities of alcohol could be even more beneficial for men.
The researchers, led by the Basque Public Health Department, placed the participants into six categories - from never having drunk to drinking more than 90g of alcohol each day. This would be the equivalent of consuming about eight bottles of wine a week, or 28 pints of lager.
So there you go then (hic), just reaching for that last can so I stave off this impending heart attack.
Now I have just read this (old’ish) joke on a Motorhome forum on the net, but it is so good I have to share it:-
A burglar broke into a house and shone his torch around looking for
valuables.
He picked up a CD player when a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the
dark saying: 'Jesus is watching you'. He nearly jumped out of his skin,
clicked off his torch and froze.
When he heard nothing more he continued. Just as he pulled the stereo out
he heard: 'Jesus is watching, and he's coming for you.'
Freaked out, he shone his light around frantically. Finally, in the corner
of the room his light beam came to rest on a parrot.
Did you say that?' he hissed at the parrot. 'Yep,' the parrot confessed,
then squawked, 'I'm just trying to warn you that he's watching you, and he's here now.'
The burglar relaxed. 'Warn me, huh? Who do you think you are?'
Moses,' replied the bird.
Moses?' the burglar laughed. 'Who would name a bird Moses?'
"The same man that named his Rottweiler Jesus”!
You know, Tricia is “cleaning her bike” andI’m sitting here, in shorts, in the sunshine, listening to Lisa Gerrard singing Heitor Pererira’s Elysium, drinking a large pure Columbian cappuccino and thinking; “Do I miss East Grinstead?” Not really, no. 
Then again I/we did enjoy cycling the four miles, via the old railway line, to Café Nero and having a coffee while the rest of East Grinstead went about their daily grind. I do not include Alan Swan in that of course, as far as I can tell, most days he is usually ensconced at a local airport, or port, or small village drinking coffee. Please don’t tell the rest of the skivvies at Air Engineering that of course, they think he actually works.Me and the daily blog.
If I tried that cycle ride now I would probably get very wet and freeze to death. So on the whole I kind of prefer it here; I’ll have to stop this wasting time now and go and read a book.
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