Invasion Versus Invitation

Does Dick Morris know what invitation means ?

No, seriously, does he ?

Plus his voice annoys me. He sounds kinda stupid.

Invisibility Cloak

Cool Harry Potter stuff or Kevin Bacon Hollow Man creepy weapon ?

BBC News story here.

Fish, Chips And A Man In A Thong

A care home in Cornwall has been in the news due to it's "Make a Wish" scheme for residents. Most requests, according to those in charge have been for day trips or a pint, but one 90 year old woman wanted to be served her fish and chips by a man in a thong.

Yup, a man in a thong.

Anyway, a member of staff volunteered to be the man in the thong and a see through apron, for safety obviously.

I like the lady and I like the care home and the staff member (ahem) who volunteered. I dislike the fact that subsequently an apology was made. Because someone, believed to be another member of staff, objected and sent a fax to the senior management.

From what I understand, and I have read several articles to check, the resident asked, someone volunteered, her family were informed, as were the rest of the staff and residents. They were told when it would happen so that if they didn't want to see it they didn't have to. And still some sad ass little jobsworth had to report it. See the important part for me is that the care worker who donned the thong volunteered. Nobody had to do this, some dude heard of the wish and thought something like, "She's 90, in a care home and this might make her smile. And possibly letch, but I'm okay with that. Done."

And the jobsworth had the chance to look away. Didn't have to see it but from the fax they sent I'd say they took a good look.

"'The thong that was worn had a see through plastic apron over the front. The back part of the body was bare enough to see the black narrow band over the rear area.

'Mind you, one could see the man's endowment through the clear plastic front.'"

So, not so uncomfortable that we didn't look away then, were we ? Personally I would have thought that all you'd see at the front was . . . a thong. But I suppose if you stared long enough.

The fax went on: "'Will we be asked to wear a bikini next week at work to meet with a male client's wish, we ask?'"

Maybe you will. But you just refuse. That's that. Back again to the fact that the nearly naked waiter was a volunteer.

A Weekend With The Girls

My body still feels posioned.

It was great fun though. We packed up lots of stuff, some necessary like the wine and smoothie maker, some not so much on the necessary, and we drove up to some bunkhouses. We did plan on doing more walking than we did but the wine got in the way. And it was good wine.

We went to one of the Glens which was very pretty, lots of cows and sheep roaming and a lovely river. We sat outside the next door hotel with a few pints before deceiding that the hotel restuarant was a better prospect than cooking for ourselves. That we could have done at home. The meal was good, I had corn fed chicken stuffed with haggis, which I have had for awhile and now I am wondering why I waited so long. Sooooo good.

After that we retired to the the common area and kitchen of the bunkhouses and consumed red wine while chatting for hours. And hours. At 4 am we deceide that bed was probably just what we needed. Then we met some local shepperds, and spent at least half an hour talking to them. I think we may have woken other people up. No body said anything to us but . . . .

It was my first experience of bunkhouses. It was interesting. And very small. But what do you really want for £11 a night. And for the four hours sleep we actually got.

After the lovely sunshine of our first day it rained all the next day. Turns out walking in the rain is actually a lot of fun. Bizarre. The scenery was stunning, as is only to be expected. And the rain meant that the waterfalls were at their very best.

The next day was spent a little differently, and with different girls, and a boy. We went antiques scouting, and I'm in the process of working out a delivery timescale for a wardrobe ! Then there was more walking, this time to see a Victorian folly. It sits in a forest over looking an amazing waterfall. Standing on the balcony there was a light spray hitting you, again the previous days rain made sure the waterfall was at it's very best. Unlike the previous day the camera came with us and I think I'll put some pics up. Later, though.

After some more wandering through woods we headed in to a nearby village, very quaint and cute for a nosey around some landmarks before finding a nice local restaurant for dinner.

All in all it was a great, if some what boozey weekend. And now I want to sleep.