Saturday, April 11, 2009

Take me to your leader


While we're on the subject of local newspapers, is this the most embarrassingly inept leader ever published?

Stop the press! Please!


Here's the latest from the website of my local newspaper, which provides so much entertainment.

The only information provided with the pic reads:

A RANGE of events have been lined up as a prelude to the third *********** Literature Festival.

The bind moggles!

Play right

The common areas to our flats were expensively redecorated a couple of months ago, but a couple of days ago, the wall on the stairway was clunked by something.

I carried my giant tub of patch-up magnolia downstairs to patch it up. Maureen and I both avoided mentioning that while I spring into action (well sort of) to sort out the stairway paintwork in my role as managing agent, I'm finding it very difficult to overcome my natural inertia when it comes to decorating our flat.

We used the Iplayer to catch up with the excellent interview with Alan Ayckbourn on Radio 4 Front Row last night, marking his 70th birthday, then finished listening to Johnnie Walker's R2 show from Friday.

This afternoon, we listened to Ayckbourn's Man Of The Moment on R2 - our daughter Louise had a small part in an am-dram production of this 15 or so years ago.

I recorded both the interview and the play for our Ayckbourn CD collection.

Booked a hotel room (mustn't say where for the time being) for a mystery shopper visit a week today.

Lots of scooters in Scarborough today for a national rally. The local paper says the town is "bracing itself" for the event. No detectable evidence of that, however.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Tempted to travel

We've just been for a walk into town, where we were intrigued by a couple of travel agents' deals.

One was offering a one-night break at Chester Zoo - coach travel and bed and breakfast. We didn't pursue this, as it didn't specify the actual nature of the accommodation, and as the venue is a zoo, that did seem to be a critical point.

The neighbouring travel agent was plugging five nights in "Berlin, Hannover and the Third Reich". We were actually looking for something a little more peaceful.