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Helen Bristol 08 June 2003 17:40 More promo
Seen in the Observer today - a mini restaurant crit praising the eatery at the
Tat. Thought you'd like that. I wonder how much that cost. I
doubt whether the Observer crew at their monthly meetings say "Anyone
going away in the next few days. Write a review of some pub or
restaurant while you're there, be a luv" Otherwise all the papers/mags
would be chocker with reviews of SI eateries.
Met Even-Bigger-Mac and girlfriend, with BM at lunchtime today in a pub where
EBM's mate is the chef. Are baggies de rigeur? Have they replaced the
checks?
Lots of ex-SI weather racing over here, thanks
Vile Jelly 08 June 2003 22:20
Can't offer an opinion at the nosh at the Tate but it is widely recognised
that the only thing worth seeing there is the view from the restaurant!
Actually, to be fair they are having a Babs Hepworth expedition at the mo'
which definitely is worth seeing.
Couldn't tell you what's fashionable in chef circles as we only wear suits
with arrows on with a ball and chain ankle motif down the Slurp. We really
have black whites (honest!) although at this time of year I compromise by
wearing shorts in an attempt to avoid heat exhaustion.
Helen Bristol 09 June 2003 16:49
Yes, the view was mentioned, and I must confess that, apart from a few Leach
pieces it was the only thing worth looking at when I visited last year.
I'd love to see the Hepworth expo but won't add to your woes by inflating the
no. of ems.
The SI Beer Fest looks to have been better organised and better attended than
the last one we had here. Perhaps we ought to try again. Mind you
we don't have the same em prob to swell to numbers. Seem to have accumulated a
large number of mugs and straight glasses over the years!
Vile Jelly 10 June 2003 11:31
Acshually, I don't think many regular ems attended. It seemed mostly to be
locals and CAMRA ems. Mind you, on the Friday when we were there it was v. hot
and sunny so I think most of the ems just headed straight off to the beaches
to get lobstered.
Feel free to visit the Tat if you want. Despite our fearsome reputation we
have not even tar-and-feathered a single em yet, let alone lynched one! See,
really we're just cream puffs under our gruff exterior!
Helen Bristol 10 June 2003 18:12
How long is the Hepworth expo on for? The logistics could be difficult.
Can't really see us getting down 'til the autumn.
Am wary of the "yet"!
I've long suspected it .................(the (cream) puffs)
Been in Southwold today (work they call it). The town always smells of
malt and brewing. It was particularly strong this a.m. Been
visiting /staying in the town since I was 3 and that smell brings loads of
memories flooding back.
PS Noted that the Windsors didn't deem it necessary to visit SI today to boost
tourism. Obviously PDC are doing a better promo job the Berkshire,
Edinburgh, Hampshire and Cumbria. I wonder how they chose which places to
visit?
PPS Having the first local strawbs tonight.
Vile Jelly 10 June 2003 20:47
Not sure about the Heppy Expedition, will try to find out.
Why on earth would minor royalty like the windsors (or, in deed, major royalty
like the Blairs) come to St. Ives? I think the royal
family did visit Cornwallshire at the back end of the Great F&M Year
(allegedly King Tony sent Al Campbellone and his heavies to 'negotiate' very
reasonable discounts) and launched a lightning raid on the Tat but, as you may
know, Prince Chas is the Duck of Cornwall and so probably doesn't feel the
need to visit his private back garden. So, you see, all the beach bums come to
St. Ives for the surf and all the royal bums don't come to St. Ives because of
the serfs!
Helen Bristol 10 June 2003 21:19
Nuff sed!
Don't talk to me about Ducs BM will explain about my linguistic
anomilies wen we meet again - his fav story (oh dear)
How can you even consider the blairs as major? apart from as in major
disaster? Won't even consider purchasing "Duchy Originals"
Vile Jelly 11 June 2003 08:37
Well, as you may have worked out, I believe in defining people by what they do
rather than what they are (or ought to be). Hence, in my book an emmet is not
someone who isn't from Cornwall (I'd be one then!) but someone who behaves
like an emmet regardless of where they come from.
On that basis, the Blahs are major royalty because they act like it and have
Al and his henchmen to enforce that impression. Whereas the Windsocks just
have to put up with whatever crumbs of regal function T&C throw them. I
mean, you don't see the Blahs' sprogs (espec. Spewin' Blair) being constantly
persecuted by the tabloids like Bill and Hank are. You see, the paparazzi fear
the Blahs and, as the Romanovs/Hapsburgs/Capetians, etc would tell you, the
true measure of royalty is how much fear you inspire in your subjects!
PS. See, if you can flush Immense IBM out of whatever Adnams Almshouse he is
currently skulking in and get him to tell me about the 'Duc' incident. Unless
you want to plea-bargain by confessing now?
Helen Bristol 11 June 2003 10:39
It sounds better if someone else tells the tale. And you already know
how brilliant my French is.
What at this time in the morning? Gone to Essex!! Search party
being readied.
Of course they do. Tone's crone is a lawyer. Anyway why would
anyone WANT to snap her with her rictus grin? The prospect of El Tone
becoming El Presidente is almost as unbearable as Chas sitting on the throne.
Is it any wonder that you sometimes feel misunderstood when you have your own
interpretation of words? Although I live in Norfolk I don't consider
myself to be a "Norfolk Dumpling" ( no jokes there please).
I suppose in a way I'm sort of stateless. Londoner born and bred but
don't feel any affinity with the place now. I'm just a Brit or
possibly more European, esp. if our Great Leader keeps kow-towing to
GWB. I feel I belong somewhere when I'm among people I can
relate to and who share the same sort of ideas and aspirations, and in the
type of countryside that I feel suits me. Thus the flat Linkingshire
plain - no, but somewhere wild, and beautiful - yes !!!
Vile Jelly 11 June 2003 17:15
Aah, but if I didn't interpret my own words then I would be speaking with
someone else's words. Personally I would rather be damned (and, in deed,
tar-and-feathered and lynched) for something I said rather than something
someone else said.
"What is truth?", asked Pontius Pilate (or according to St. Ives
Skool, Ponchos Pilot). Very clever man. Not only did he ask THE question but
he wholeheartedly supported the infant christian religion by giving them the
PR opportunity they so desperately craved! Where would the Catholics/Russian
Orthodox/CofE, etc be now without his foresight?
PS. Spare me the image of Chuck on the throne, please, I've just ate!
Helen Bristol 11 June 2003 17:51
And indeed, where would St. W. be? But see, you've spoken Pilate's words.
Or doesn't quoting count?
I've just realised the Pontius Pilate is spelt the same as the exercise
thingy. Gives a whole new dimension to Pilates.
Without Pilate's support they would very probably not be knocking the s**t out
of each other/other people, and remember that the Muslims revere Jesus as a
prophet. So possibly the world would be a kinder, nicer place.
Sorry about the meal.
I'm just off to be coiffed by Robert
Vile Jelly 11 June 2003 18:11
Ah but I always say that if god wanted the world to be a kinder, nicer place
he wouldn't have invented religion.
Way, way back many centuries ago (not long after the bible began!) Mother was
a teacher and (briefly) had a small coffee table paperback of 'things wot kidz
rote in skool'. One of the misquotes that tickled me was from an RE essay
which went sumpthing like:-
"Jesus went down to the Sea of Galilee and said to the disciples, 'Come
with me and I will make you vicious old men'."
The irony is that, when you think about what organised religion has
contributed to human suffering in the last couple of millennia, the kid was
absolutely right!
PS. Who's Robert and can't you suggest that he take some benylin for that
tickling coiff?
Helen Bristol 12 June 2003 17:28
Out of the mouths of babes, etc........
Oh, well, Robert and I go way back to when I first came to live here.
Way back then he was in a rock band, Ronnie and the Rufus (or maybe that
was Roofers ( talking as we were about mis-hearing things). They
were good and apparently supported the Quo at gigs. Still it didn't take
off well enough for him to abandon his day job, hairdressing. I'm sure
that the original benylin formula would possibly have been taken in the early
days, along with other medicaments, allegedly, but the modern formula is
nowhere as interesting as it was. In the same way the Dr. Collis-Brown is now
so tame.
Vile Jelly 12 June 2003 18:23
How was he supporting the Quo? With extra-strong lacquer on their dodgy perms?
It must have seemed a bit of a disappointment after the highs of
hair-dressing. Fortunately, as you know, I am immune to the siren song of the
coiffeuriste!
Helen Bristol 13 June 2003 13:08
That sounds like sour grapes!
You may be immune to the coiffeuriste's siren song ( must save you a small
fortune) but what about that of the demon barber?
Vile Jelly 13 June 2003 15:15
Actually, it's not sour grapes because the doctor gave me some ointment for
them!
You people with hair think you're so clever ..... and, in many respects, you
must be ..... because I can get it to grow absolutely everywhere except on my
head. How do you do it?
Believe me, there is nothing worse than being follically-challenged down here.
Not for the usual cosmetic reasons but because it means in the Summer that you
have to almost permanently wear something on your head if you want to avoid
having your brain microwaved. Bandannas are by far the most comfy and
effective but they leave you with a horrendous 'tide-mark'.
Bah! I blame the government.
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