I decided before setting off with the Iron Giant this morning, that no matter how much he preened and posed I was going to ignore the Jay and concentrate on getting some shots of the little guys. They may not be as loud and flashy as the Jay but we still have some beautiful small birds in the UK.
These are all quite common and can be seen in most gardens if you pop out a feeder with some seed or nuts. Unless you’ve got a cat, a bouncy dog or a neighbour with a large plastic owl in the garden!!!
And yes of course I took some pictures of the Jay I’m just not going to use them HaHaHa
Well Friday night transported me back to the late 70’s and my teen rocker years.
The Jokers blew me away. A classic four piece, bass, axeman, drummer and a vocalist with charisma and a rock voice. Really what more do you need. It was old school rock and blues, tight fast and loud. Foot stomping good. I had to fight the urge to punch the air, whip out my air guitar and make rock fists.
Apparently it was the drummers first night but you would never have known. The lead guitarist has a touch of Angus marching down the pub, chest bared and axe held high.
And I don’t think you can go wrong with a bearded, bald bass player (take that alliteration fans)
If they’re playing at a venue near to you get your ass down and have a brilliant night, unless like my drinking partner you like Chris De Burgh then it might be a bit too loud and a bit too much like a good time.
Check out a video of them here
The launch today of the trailer for the upcoming Star Wars movie brought back a great memory from 1999 and the release of The Phantom Menace
At the time I worked down South and one of my colleagues other half worked at Pinewood studios. She wasn’t a great movie fan and I think he’d just had enough of movies during the week so I was quite often a very grateful recipient of tickets to cast and crew premieres. These weren’t the red carpet with all the stars there, but a Sunday morning in Leicester Square with all the backroom staff who built the sets, provided food and kept the animals under control.
When she offered me two tickets to the new Star Wars film I nearly married her on the spot.
Harry was about 6 at the time and mad about the original trilogy so off we went up to London for a special treat.
I think they showed the movie at three theatres at the same time so they could get everyone in and the start times were slightly staggered so Rick McCallum the Producer could pop into each one and thank us for all our hard work in getting the movies finished. No problem Rick, my pleasure.
We enjoyed the film, the atmosphere was totally different to a normal trip to the cinema but the stand out moment was nearing the end when Darth Maul is struck down and he falls down a shaft to his doom. Cut in half the two parts separate and Harry shouted at the top of his voice “Dad, Dad his trousers have fallen off !!!!! “. The place erupted.
I’m not expecting an invite to the premiere of the latest instalment.
I think my triumph this year has been finally getting to grips with my camera and starting to get some decent shots.
And I apologies for my obsession with this guy.
As the B’s draw to a close I’ve had to suffer some Bad Medicine in the guise of Bon Jovi !!
Oh dear……what was so bad with peoples lives at the tail end of the 80’s that they thought listening to Bon Jovi would make things better.
Its the musical equivalent of Formula One, over blown, over hyped and over produced. I’d rather have spent the last hour ironing socks and underpants which is as equally pointless as this musical misery.
But I guess that’s one of the hardships this journey into the depths of my iPod will throw at me and I guess at some point I either borrowed this or bought it. Please let me have borrowed it I could have spent the money on cheese.
Anyway at the start of the C’s there’ll be one of those little guilty pleasure that you don’t confess to. It’ll be like an angel pouring melted marshmallow and honey into my ears. Karen Carpenter. Sssshh don’t tell anyone I’ve got my street cred to consider.
From a Yorkshire Bald Eagle
Double the trouble and double the fun.
The edge of Malham Cove in the Yorkshire Dales. A step too far and a 260 foot drop to the floor below.
Some of you may recognise it from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows as one of our intrepid heroes camp sites.
With my Geography head on, it’s a limestone pavement made up of clints and grykes.
Close to the Edge
The treats behind the glass of a Parisian delicatessen.
One of those special moments that you always treasure