Friday, December 14, 2018

take my money, my cigarettes, i haven't seen the worst of it yet

hello there


the biggest challenge i faced with this post was, look you see, the title. it was a requirement to come up with something what said "river", and the first thing what came to mind was Take Me To The River by Talking Heads, although i appreciate that was a cover version. my other instinct was to go with "when the river was deep" off of I Knew You Were Waiting by George and Aretha, so if you would prefer that then just pretend that is the title, or use some tippex or something.

anyway, a river. quite a big mighty one, at the least by English standards i suppose. yes, i know you Americans have huge ones and that, but then you go large with all.



usually i am reluctant to give too many details away of where i am in the world, but in this instance an exception must be made. it is highly likely that several of you will wish to see such splendour as this river for yourself, and thus will require details. well, it's Richmond, in Yorkshire. as in proper Richmond.

there is, alas, such a thing as a false or poorer or incorrect Richmond here in England. a lesser Richmond can be found in London, innit. so far as i am aware there are no rivers in that one, at least not beyond the Thames and none quite so lovely. go there if you will, but that is not the one i was at. although i have been there too.



indeed, yes, one of them "selfie" things, should you be for some reason wondering how i am getting on. on that note, for some reason my hair in this image has attracted several comments, most of them complimentary. no idea why, really. there was a brisk, crisp (hello, Faye) wind within the air, and that was what was responsible for how my hair looks in the above.

was i welcome in Richmond? at first, yes. however, i suspect my approach to driving, with particular emphasis on the parking aspect which is a requisite of it, caused some concern amongst the residents of what is a really lovely place. despite all actions i took on the road being perfectly legal, they were it seems not in keeping with the "Richmond way of doing things". i suspect any attempt at a return visit might be an act of folly, for they shall see me coming and possibly suggest that i do not.

something ambitious next for you, and i hope it works. i was fiddling with my phone and discovered that i can, i believe, make one of them "gif" things not in Commodore 64 mode. should that be the case, and it works, then enjoy the below.



if for some reason it did not work, then my apologies for the big, gaping space between paragraphs where the "gif" thing should have been.

by all accounts - and i trust my source on this without question - this particular river, the name of which escapes me for the moment, is quite popular during summer. actually, very popular. so, get there early, or, like me, go when the weather is not so splendid as it might be.

another selfie? why not. tis, or if you will 'tis, the season to be merry, jolly, etc. so long as you celebrate that sort of thing. anyway, in this one you will note that the wind which chilled the bones went right ahead and did something even more outrageous with my hair.



never mind how the residents might not wish for me to do so, would i wish to return to Richmond? yes, very much so. it is a lovely spot. perhaps i will, then, and maybe i will modify - refine, possibly - my approach to driving so that it fits in with how they do things there.

for those of you who the "gif" thing did not work for, here is some conventional video. actually, even if the "gif" worked and you just want more, this is also for you to enjoy.



magnificent, it is, to be sure. yes, goodness me, i shall go again, even if that means me having to stand down and not quarrel so much about what does and what does not constitute being a one way street.

since we are in the world of all things Rich, let us now move from Richmond to Richard. yes, all you Richard enthusiasts, here you go, an image of him from quite recently. as recently as a couple of weeks ago, as point of fact.



no, indeed Richard would not normally sport a moustache, bar November. or "Movember" as it is called, when certain members of the gentry are encouraged to grow one for a range of noble causes. which Richard does, each year.

well, anyway, anything else i could say here is just going to distract from the lovely views of that river, so i shall cease. it is better this (or that) way



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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