Thursday, 25 August 2016

Philippe sings Luis Mariano.


My friend Philippe (bottom right), is a man of many talents.

We were together last night for dinner, and in-between the main course and the cheese he decided to offer all present a powerful rendition of the song below; 'Mexico' by Luis Mariano.

It was as if Mr Mariano was in the room. If you don't know the song; here it is.

Cheers Philippe. You can all now sing-along; as did we last night.!

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Mon ami Simon.


Above is my good friend, and fellow painter, Simon Fletcher. He and his lovely wife, Julie, have just spent a few days with us at Chateau Cro.

Old friends are a treasure to be nurtured. We drank, ate, laughed, discussed, listened, swam, and criticised. We almost put the world to rights, but left just a few of the more difficult tasks for a later date.

Certain guests are always a pleasure to have around, and we were genuinely sorry to see them head back to their home in L'Herault yesterday morning.

Some of Simon's work can be seen here.....

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers - Why Do Fools Fall In Love

Nothing much to say about this.

Poor Frankie died in 1968 at the age of 25, from a heroin overdose. The curse of fame!

Best to fast forward to 2 mins 20, there's a tedious interview before they start singing.

Monday, 22 August 2016

Profile Not Available.

Occasionally I try to catch-up with pages that I haven't visited for a while (by clicking on the name of a blogger), only to be met with the message 'Profile Not Available'. Grouchy in Florida, and Maria are two examples that come to mind.

I don't know if there's a particular reason why bloggers should restrict their readership, but it must be very frustrating for them to have a limited number of followers.

May I suggest that people check their settings, and enable access to all; as advised above.

Sunday, 21 August 2016

The William Cobbett.

                            The William Cobbett in Farnham

My favourite pub' when I was a student was The William Cobbett, in Farnham Surrey (above).

It was a popular evening haunt of art students; lunch times being spent in pubs within closer staggering distance, back to the college.

I have several memories of The Cobbett, some good, others rather shameful.

My friend S and I used to play a very naughty game over a few pints. We would discuss the merits of famous and obscure painters; occasionally throwing into the discussion an entirely fictional character just to see who would agree with our observations about him/her. It was surprising how often the bait was taken..... we never revealed the truth. Naughty boys.

One of my better memories was attending 'An Audience With' comedienne Fenella Fielding in an upstairs room. Lady Magnon was heavily pregnant at the time, and after laughing her way through the whole evening, went into hospital where our first son was subsequently born a couple of hours later. Thank you Ms Fielding; your assistance was appreciated.

I also remember that my favourite drink at the time was a mix of draught Guinness and Cider; something I would have difficulty drinking today.

A nice old pub.

p.s. In honour of the great man I bought (and read) Cobbett's 'Rural Rides'.... I wasn't terribly impressed.

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Autumn in August?

Climatically its been a strange year. Already we have trees turning autumnal, and shedding their leaves. Above is a Pear tree that will probably be leafless within a couple of weeks. 

And this is the scene beneath my Greengage tree, and I've already swept up lots.

What happened?

Friday, 19 August 2016

Canine Comfort.

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I've noticed for years that Bok (our dog) likes to lie on my feet when having a short snooze. I've also noticed that when outdoors he will lie on the hosepipe or a child's toy, or an old flower pot, rather than chose somewhere more classically comfortable.

I don't know about you, but I wouldn't be able to sleep for one instant if I was lying in bed on top of an old shoe, so one has to presume that a dog's idea of comfort is very different to that of a human.

It makes you wonder why we go to all that trouble (and expense) to buy big, comfy, snooze-a-while, chew proof, dog baskets, and especially all those down-filled mattresses and angora blankets, to make them feel comfortable, if they'd be just as happy sleeping on a pile of angry hedgehogs (or even on a pile of books, as above).

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