Cherubs - my life is dominated by the little bastards at the moment, but I won't bore you with the work-related details.
I just came across this photo of the best bit of 18th century glass engraving I have ever seen. The crazy thing is that you can actually only see it in certain lights, and I know the photographer spent all day trying to get those lights just right. I also know that the maniac who once owned this glass could not afford to keep it, and it probably sent him mad (or madder) to have to part with it, after a brief period of ownership.
Circumstances have put the brakes on my little obsession with early drinking glasses, but I still get the odd twinge, and I still buy the odd candlestick, in case you were worrying. Right now, I am just concentrating on trying to pay the bills, but the work I do have on the go is the sort I used to dream about having when I was in my 20s. Now, the truth about banging your head against a brick wall being nice when you stop has never seemed so obvious.
Maybe I have post-Glastonbury blues? I hear that Mick Jagger spent the night here in the Royal Crescent Hotel after prancing about at Pilton last night, but I don't think I will be going up there to catch a glimpse of him being whisked away this morning. I don't think he ever was one for throwing TVs out of hotel windows or driving limousines into swimming-pools, but I would definitely go there today to witness him doing that, aged 68 or whatever he is.
I have been waiting for a phone-call from Mick for about 4 years now. A friend of mine who did a bit of work for him at his house in France gave him my number, along with a recommendation for the quality of what I had to offer, and - apparently - Mick said he would get in touch with me. See? I think I'm on first-name terms with him already.
But like I said above, work is work, no matter what it is and who it is for, so I haven't been holding my breath. I still have the same mobile phone number as I first had about 20 years ago though, so I think he must have lost it. Good job I have plenty of other stuff to do.
We found a new restaurant just around the corner last night - well, new owners in an old restaurant. It is a tapas-type establishment, run by real Spaniards. The waitresses are also Spanish and last night I was reminded of how all Spanish backsides (on young women) have a similar sort of look to them. I wonder what sort of evolutionary gene-pool it takes to give a whole nation of women that distinctive sort of backside? Seriously, I really do.
Mick's HOUSE? The Chateau de Fourchette at Pocé will be more of a sanatorium if he continues to cavort as he did yesterday!
ReplyDeleteI just watched the show on iPlayer. Not bad for a bunch of geriatrics, eh?
DeleteI last saw them in Hyde Park; they really haven't changed that much.
DeleteI do too - and have wondered whether it has more to do with a national personality rather than genetics or ethnicity.
ReplyDeleteAnyway ... have you really had a mobile phone number for twenty years? I bought one in 2006 and was a late starter in my clique. Just interested.
Yes, it must be about 20 years now. I remember the first one I ever used - it was like a car-battery with a big handset attached to it and an actual dial for the numbers.
DeleteOh and re national personality traits changing body shape, yes - I think that people can alter the way they look just by being looked at in a different way. Actually, I think absolutely everything has been thought into existence, so the odd tweak here and there of a backside would be a piece of cake when compared to the known universe.
DeleteI've had a cell phone number since '91 or '92, but did not know it until a year ago. People who wanted the number would take the phone and push buttons until the phone revealed the number. Then for many years I wrote the number on the back of the phone. I wrote it so often on forms for children a year ago I have it now. I cannot believe I've paid a cell phone bill for twenty years!
ReplyDeleteI'd like to know how Mick & Co are doped. Suppose I never will.
My own number is the only one I can remember, because the phone remembers them all for me. It had a nervous-breakdown a year or so ago, and I had to ask everyone for their numbers again. Some people are now lost forever.
DeleteRe the dope - Keith Richards famously said that the only reason he is still alive is because he could afford top-quality drugs.
Talking of which, your garden's looking very nice now, Joanne. Those kids are doing a great job.
Yes they are, thank you. I have to let you know we removed five bricks from the front yard pots when we replaced the pansies. You suspected....
DeleteCouldn't you have someone in the hotel smuggel your business card in to Mick? Though as he is gone now the question is redundant. We all might have been a think tank, Tom - if you had but asked (but that might be the problem, eh?)
ReplyDeleteThe glass on the photo looks adorable.
The Stones have kept very well, I think. Remembering numbers on cell-phones is so difficult - how should Mick do that - after such a time? A hoarding in front of the hotel with your name, profession and telephone-number - that would have reminded him.
PS: Do you have any possibiltiy to talk to his manager - or your friend could do that? Working at that French 'house' would give you the cash to buy the glass.
I already have a contact to Sir Michael, but - you know me - I am not pushy and hard to get...
DeleteNo, I didn't know. I think the Stones are right:
Delete"No you can't always get what you want
you can't always get what you want
you can't always get what you want
but if you try some times you find you get what you need."
The last line is my motto.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqMl5CRoFdk
I have never understood why the angelic Cherub creatures are always portrayed with navels. Perhaps you my learned friend might give me an answer ?
ReplyDeleteAs to the young bums of the Senorita's ah' delectable, truly delectable... one has to keep ones hands under strict control!
I am unhappy with your choice of words in regards to men of 68 years.
OLD no sir.
'Aged men of 68 years' is a better preference.
I too recall being given a mobile phone the size of a small suitcase, mostly I left it in the cupboard and rarely used it for I knew so few others who had one. Today I need to be reminded to take it's mini cousin with me, unless of course am going into remote areas for example up the mountains. The one thing I do not do is to reveal the number to authorities of any kind, if they want contact then they can write a letter and I will reply in my own cussed time.
Re navels, I will look into it (probably via Wikipedia like you) and get back.
DeleteRe arses - I hear what you say (but couldn't possibly comment, for fear of being hounded down in my dotage, as you will surely be, given (a short period of) time.
Re 'OLD' - sorry, I made a mistake. Mick Jagger is, in fact, 69 years of age, so I hope you will understand that this slur was a result of human error by my team of researchers. Heads will roll.
Re Mobile phones... oh, never mind.
Heron, I very seldom intrude into comments, but I agree with you: age is not an indicator for being attractive - some people are apparently dead with 40 years, other quite ageless with over 70. Very young men hate to hear the advertisement of Baldessarini: "Separates the man from the boy" :-)
Delete'Separating the man from the boy' is one of the key objectives of the police when intervening in the affairs of Catholic priests.
DeleteOh a very droll comment Tom !
DeleteI just hope that your Parish Priest doesn't read this blog, otherwise you might find yourself excommunicated ???
I've deleted the rest of your offensive comments below, but only because they were offensive to others, not me.
DeleteAre you as much of a dozy pain as you come over as? Oh well, I suppose time will tell, but - in the meantime - if you use my blog to make stupid and nasty comments about other bloggers who visit here, then you will not be visiting this one again either.
Spanish arses I know nothing about but my Irish sisters and I have matching (fat) calves. Line us up, chop off our heads (as the husbands often threaten) and we'd be identical. And Mick, I never tire of his gyrations...never.
ReplyDeleteLike I said before the rude interruption - I'll believe it when I see them (or words to that effect).
Deletep.s. I don't think that Mick and the boys will be advertising anti-wrinkle cream. Will we ever see their crumpled like ever again!
ReplyDeletep.p.s. Anyone heard from Grouchy recently?
DeleteNo - haven't heard from Groucho and haven't heard from Jim Froggatt either. Not to worry, I expect Groucho is just tending to his roses.
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