indeed, yes i have evoked the opening like of Baba O'Riley by The Who for the title of this post. undoubtedly it is the case that i have, look you see, done so in the past, but one cannot really do just south of 4000 posts without some sort of repetition, i guess. besides, Daltrey bellowing that line after the hypnotic, trance inducing opening is one of the single greatest moments in rock history, ever. as such, it is always worth a mention.
speaking of repetition, yes, as we would seem to be in the season for such, snow is the agenda here. my understanding is that a small, but relatively or if you like comparatively vocal section of society gets quite cross when images of snow are posted on the internet. this is because they have seen such pictures before, assume that everyone else has and for some reason protest that further images are taking up perceived valuable real estate on the limitless plains of the online world.
whereas i have a partial level of respect for their complaints and protests, this is for family and friends, to be sure. as such, anyone who feels that i am wasting time and space sharing these images can simply get over themselves and go look at something else, somewhere on the internet. oh yes, i agree - to be more abrupt, if they so choose they can simply "do one" and f*** right off out of it.
and so we had some snow recently, to move things right along. you may be under the impression that the entirety of the UK was brought to a standstill by it. this is because, for a change, London got a touch more snow than is usual for an area celebrated for extreme humidity. as all of the world would appear to think that "London" equates to "all of the country", the reporting on it was styled as such.
whereas we did not get quite enough snow to suggest we were smothered or cut off or otherwise inconvenienced, it was happily so just the right amount for William to be wanting to be off sledging in it, and doing other things. sadly some favoritism or bias might be what i stand accused of here, for James will not feature in this post. this is all due to the fact that James has sampled and tried snow, and does not at all like what he found, so stays within the warmth of home as and when it comes.
how about a picture of me out in the snow? yeah, go on then. for some reason one or two of you are not troubled to see how i am getting on in life, so here you go.
no, you are not mistaken with what you see. it seems, as age afflicts, i am becoming quite the fanny. no less than three layers on there, with me wearing a t-shirt, a proper button shirt and a jacket. my kind are, traditionally, meant to walk around in such weather wearing only shorts, sandals and a rudimentary vest, declaring anyone wearing anything in excess of this to be a "southern softie". guilty, i would appear to be.
but, enough of me for the moment. i don't mind being out in the snow at all, but William seems to thrive on it. much of his summer is spent wanting for it to be winter, when the snow is more likely to fall. so, when it comes, he is out in it, and it is complicated and difficult to persuade him to come back in from it all.
some sledge action (as in actual sledging and not the rude things what Australian cricketers say) coming up, but first the snowman which we built. or made, constructed or put together, however the correct way is to say it. made, i think.
not a bad effort, if i say so myself. as a partial defence of the mostly correct accusation that i was being a big fanny in the snow, i did roll the big bulk of the body for this snowman with my bare hands, refusing to wear any gloves or other such gauntlet like protectors of the flesh.
it is traditional to give a snowman a name, i believe. to this effect, William first called this one Frosty, but for some reason later changed the name to Tanner. i misheard the change as Tanu, which i think is a really smart name, but is apparently incorrect.
often i have wondered if we should not have named William Hannibal, or similar. this very much came to mind when he, with some precision, carved open the snowman of several names, so as he may insert into it both a heart and a brain. not together, at separate points of the body. displaying unnerving skill and ability in knowing where to place them and where the best places were to cut.
and so to sledging, then. this would seem to be William's favourite part of having snow. well, why not. once upon a time it was surely mine too, but i suppose age, size and an accidental proclivity to live in lands south of the equator brought an end to such exploits. the least i can do, then, in my retirement from sledging is take William off to do such as and when the conditions allow for it. which they more or less did with what snow we got.
some film footage of William sledging, out there in the fields? there is no reason not to include such. as usual, you will have to rely on my substandard, poor video skills if you wish to watch. this time, i suppose, a partial defence of the low quality footage is that the ground was most slippery, and so it was a bit of a struggle for me to remain standing as i filmed.
indeed, amongst the rustles of the wind against my jacket and the attempts to remain stable you can probably hear my short, weighed down breathing on that clip. well, if the sound is any good. as some of you shall be aware, i take nothing but pride in being overweight, out of date and in poor shape. undoubtedly cigarettes have enhanced this. despite it being scientific fact that i am immortal (as i have yet to die there is no empirical evidence that i can actually be killed), who knows, perhaps i am somewhat further past the halfway stage than i might have suspected.
but that can all be for another day, i suppose. unless of course this turns out to be my last ever post, although saying that is hardly moving off the subject. as i am still here, go on then, another selfie, with a regional landmark most likely to draw your attention away from me. wisely so.
yes, as with the earlier picture, i was indeed being a big fanny, wearing more than one layer of clothing and rounding off the southern softie poser style with a nice thick beanie.
that google thing might not be as clever as it thinks, or as scary as many assume. how do i have such suspicions, and why are they relevant to raise here? quite simply, via the conduit of my phone google asked a most peculiar question of me. for some reason google asked me to review the North Yorkshire Moors, and give it a score out of five stars. if the google was as clever as it is made out, surely it would automatically assume, or take as a given, that everyone fortunate enough to step on these lands would give a five star review, assuming that is the maximum possible. why not just apply such for all their users, and save everyone a lot of effort?
enough of me, and massive internet giant corporate entities. here you go, to finish off a reasonably splendid shot of William bombing down the snow on his sledge.
many news agencies and other such distributors of information have, of course, predicted that the end of the world is quite soon, and we are facing doomsday levels of constant snow for the next few decades. whereas i expect them to replace this with stories of how we are going to have "totes the hottest summer ever" before long, if they happen to be correct with this prediction then i would imagine more posts such as this one will be in the offing.
anyway, as far as this post goes, i do believe that this and that is that for this. or something like that.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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