Tue
10
Jan
2012

SAMUEL PEPYS BLOG

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I’ve been doing some intense and thorough research into one of the original bloggers and have turned up some interesting entries.

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My wife, after the absence of her terms for seven weeks gave me hopes of her being with child, but on the last day of the year she hath them again … this is becoming a periodic drama! Lol

Montagu has just been made Earl of Sandwich – I wonder if there is a loaf big enough! Lol

So to bed, and my wife had a very bad night of it through wind and cold. Note to self – eat less beans! Lol

So home, and from thence to Mr. Hunt’s, and sat with them and Mr. Hawly at cards till ten at night, and was much made of by them. Home and so to bed, but much troubled with my nose, which was much swelled. Thinking of applying for job as Santa’s head reindeer! Lol

From thence I went to my office, where we paid money to the soldiers till one o’clock, at which time we made an end, and I went home and took my wife. As usual I managed not to wake her! Lol

[Bravo for Mrs Pepys. Save conciousness for something interesting. 'Lol.' Lo,TG Ed]

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I shall continue my research after I’ve finished dealing with the Twiglet mountain that is blighting my life at the moment.

Fri
6
Jan
2012

LET’S DO THE TIME WARP …. again

Theory

Time warps exist.

Evidence

Today is my 45th wedding anniversary. I know this as I’ve kept notes and double checked by counting the notches on my shins.

Lo, she is a terrible Goddess is nowhere near being 45 years old.

Conclusion

She is on a completely different plane time scale from me. (No. It’s just that you are a different planet, Peabrain. Lo,TG Ed)

[Sometime in 1973 we wandered into a small theatre in the Kings Road and saw the Rocky Horror Show. The cast included Tim Curry, Patricia Quinn, Little Nell, Julie Covington, and Richard O'Brien. This was before all the sweet throwing and audience responses that have developed over the years. It was very nice to find the above recording, made about this time. We’d been married then for just over 5 years … or in TG time 2 years]

Wed
4
Jan
2012

SPAMALOT

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Tomorrow Lo, she is a terrible Goddess and I are travelling many* miles to experience the deep and meaningful delights of Spamalot. Below is a brief extract I’ve filched from the official website in case you’ve never heard of it.

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Hello. I am an historian. I really am. I have a degree and everything. A lot of people who are not historians have said Spamalot isn’t the world’s oldest musical; that this claim was made up just to fill a couple of pages on a pretty thin website. Well, frankly, bollocks. This claim is as real as I am.

Evidence for the existence of Spamalot goes back to the Dark Ages. First recorded in the annals of Blackfriars Monastery by Thelonius Monk in 932AD and recently reissued in digitally remastered deluxe collector’s edition, Spamalot was considered for centuries to be an immutable, indeed sacred text.

Following the cataclysmic events of the Reformation, Henry VIII ordered the infamous French Taunter scene to be rewritten to provide ammunition for his personal vendetta against Rome. And so in the Authorised King Henry VIII version (with full colour illustrations) the elderberries and hamster of yesteryear became:

“Your mother was a virgin and your father smelt of transubstantiated yeast”

The 17th century was ushered in with several re-writes of key scenes. Principle amongst which was the culling of the popular witch burning scene at the insistence of the Witch-Finder General combined with a worldwide shortage of faggots. Viewed in the short term as an artistic compromise this proved in the end to be a financial lifeline for the production, since it was now no longer necessary to rebuild the theatre after every performance. Though audiences did now complain about the lack of heating.

The twelve years from 1760-72 proved lean for Spamalot as the Window Tax introduced one hundred years earlier was extended to include doors. Whilst the intention had been to close down the loophole surrounding partially glazed mullions, the effect on the production’s finances proved fatal as audiences were now unable to find a way into the theatre. Similarly unable to find a way out of the building, the resident company of the time, led by renowned actor/manager Titus Fitznicely, starved to death.

Advances in surgery towards the late 1780s led to major changes in the infamous Black Knight scene. In place of the rudimentary cut and thrust amputations which had characterised the show since the Dark Ages, it was decided to update the show to reflect modern surgical techniques. These included cupping, blood letting and trepanning. Legend has it that the Prince Regent was a regular visitor to the theatre at the time; enjoying both the hilarity on stage and the refreshing enemas administered during the interval.

Disaster struck in 1820 as fire swept through the Palace Theatre, destroying everything. For the next thirty years Spamalot set up temporary residence at Tyburn, providing a popular support act for various public hangings.

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Going to see this completes one of my New Year Resolutions which was to take a serious and academic interest in the history and culture of this wonderful country wot I live in …. and yes, I am taking gingernuts for a snack [in my latest invention ‘The Theatre Friendly, Anti-rustling Container’ … or ‘A Sock’ as it’s also known].

*as much as 1hour and 32minutes driving time to the ancient and almost forgotten village of Brighton.

Sat
31
Dec
2011

NEW YEAR REVOLUTIONS

Stolen from Archie … who no doubt filched it from somebody else.

May 2012 follow on from 2011 and so on …

Lots of love and gingernuts from DP xxx

[Have I survived to see in the New Year? Find out here!]

Thu
29
Dec
2011

TWITTERING TWIT

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I think there are a couple of New Year resolutions I need to make.

Mon
26
Dec
2011

A THANK YOU NOTE

Obviously ‘Santa’ has to remain secret so in the meantime why not pay this young lady a visit and relive the summer.

[Oh dear, my Adventures in Wonderland seem to be going from bad to worserererer!]

Sat
24
Dec
2011

IT’S ALL GOING TO PLAN

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Have you ever turned up a day early for a festive Christmas luncheon so all you get is a glare and a cup of tea and you have to then drive miles back home and one of you then has to sit on the phone for hours re-arranging the arrangements that had been made for the following day … and the day following that …. and the day following that and the other person then has to do the things that were going to be done tomorrow that now have to be done today and then you have the terrible decision of whether you can wear the same clothes that you wore on the wrong day on the following day which has become the right day?

Oh, it’s just us then.

Have a wonderful Yuletide and when you pull your crackers do think of me.

[My virtual self is having a much better time – do visit DP’s Adventures in Wonderland]

Wed
21
Dec
2011

THE DO DO LIST

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This is my Do Do list, a very different animal from my To Do list. These are things I used to want to do but don’t any more.

1. See the Northern Lights. I’ve Googled Blackpool and it’s northerer than Tunbridge Wells + it’s wet and windy at Christmas time.
2. Go on safari. I’d spend all my time saying “So faree so good – tee hee.” There’s a strong possibility I’d be murdered.
3. Hike the Inca trail in Peru. It’s been raining and I think that the ink will have run and I’d get lost.
4. Play a game of poker but I fear I might get poked back.
5. Make £1,000,000. Printing costs have gone through the roof so I can no longer afford to do this.
6. Go skinny-dipping in the Ocean. I’m afraid as being seen as trailing bait.
7. Spend a week in a meditation retreat. I’ve thought about doing this for so long and now feel I’ve covered the course already.
8. Learn to play an instrument. The last time I tried this I nearly sliced my fingers off. Perhaps I should have tried a guitar and avoided surgical instruments.
9. Send a message in a bottle. Re-cycling has depleted my bottle supply and I’m saving my last one for my ashes.
10. Bungee jumping. I don’t want to lose my teeth so the rest of my life sucks.

Anyone else out there who is beginning to come to terms with their limitations?

[Someone is enjoying an early Christmas! - click here]

[Update - things seem to be going from bad to worsererer - click here]

[Oh dear - and now I'm all over the place! - click here]

Sun
18
Dec
2011

ONLY AVAILABLE FROM THE DP EMPORIUM!

I’ve literally spent several minutes inventing, researching, making and product testing the Hagrid Anti-Collider. It is fantastic!

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The Hagrid Anti-Collider [broom not included]

This cutting edge device is guaranteed to help stop people colliding into you when shopping. Only this afternoon I accomplished a double whammy in my local supermarket when I managed to trip up an old lady and poke a child in the eye with one well controlled movement. They were both intent on bumping into me. The two of them were stopped dead in their tracks. I was briefly concerned that the old lady actually was dead but my sharp hearing could detect a low moan from underneath the display of Chocolate Oranges . Unimpeded, I continued on my way selecting tempting delicacies for Lo, she is a terrible Goddess. The only drawback was the sound of a child sobbing in the adjacent isle.

This useful and unique product is only available from me. The kit comprises the head of Hagrid and some gaffer tape and has been cunningly designed to be able to be fitted to broom handles, golf clubs, fishing rods and runner bean supports.
Please send me details of your bank accounts with pin numbers [these will NOT be shared of course – I’ll keep it all to myself]. I will deduct the sum of £99.99 from at least one of your accounts. This includes a small charge for post and packaging. Before you know it, something wonderful will be winging itself through your letter box!

HURRY HURRY if you want to buy something really special for the love of your life this Christmas!

(Disclaimer – Practise is needed. There is a slight risk of destroying shop displays. My case comes up early in the New Year.)

[If you won't listen to me perhaps a trip to this chap might make things clearer!]

Thu
15
Dec
2011

TEAM BUILDING

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Many years ago I was sent on a team building weekend. I was running a youth centre at the time where, quite frankly, the ability to play table tennis and looking concerned were the only skills needed.
Anyhoo, one of the exercises on this exciting and fulfilling course was to build a structure out of plastic straws held together with pins. It had to be as tall as possible and to be able to be dropped by someone standing on a chair and survive. I had been elected team leader [this happened a lot, much to my annoyance … as avid readers will know my position in life is to be led mainly by Lo, she is a terrible Goddess, otherwise I tend to get into difficulties].
I was instructed to lead with a ‘dictatorial’ attitude – the other team was to be ‘laissez faire’.
After some difficulties [I was accused of a Hitleresque attitude, which nearly lead to a revolt until I nominated a Primary School teacher as my spokesperson] my team produced a very boring object based on a strong triangular based module; the opposing team came up with a very random ‘thing’ that was a wibblywobbly high diving board complete with a tentative figure just about to launch herself/himself off into the ether.
My creation was dropped … no damage.
The diver was dropped … carnage.
I soooo wish that I’d been given the ‘laissez faire’ directive, much more fun.