Jolly Hols

I always mean to keep up to date with writing when I have a break from work but I just couldn’t manage it. I have been off for a few days. I spent a couple of days in Bristol on a Community Transport conference. No need to detain ourselves further with that. I work for a charity that provides transport for the community (well the old and disabled members of it – the rest of you can sort yourselves out) It was perfectly fine although the geographical positioning of it left a bit to be desired. I know that I live in the South West of England and that’s a difficult area to get to and from – rubbish rail links, roads with cows on them and two little airports. I have lost count of how many Christian Conferences and retreats I haven’t gone to because of the time it takes to get there and the resulting prohibitive cost. However, that goes with the area, I chose to live here. BUT, when you have styled the conference “The CTA South West Roadshow and then put it in Bristol which is closer to Birmingham than it is most of the South West, well just Pah! 
I then took a couple of days leave and it has been lovely. We had a day in London, which, as you probably know is a big treat for me. We went to see David Baddiel’s “My Family. Not the Sitcom” which is about his parents; his mother, who died last year, and his father, who has Pick’s Disease which is dementia related and results in a lack of boundaries in speech particularly. The show is both hilarious and heartbreaking at the same time. I highly recommend it – you should go if you can but maybe don’t take your maiden aunt. (Unless she’s a bit sweary) 
Then we went to see Their Finest which I wasn’t too sure about but it was really good. I’m a bit late to this party and it may not be at your cinema anymore but it is a lovely old fashioned type of film with more British character actors than you can shake a stick at. All this as well as a lovely meal out for the wedding anniversary has left a warm glow here at Hargreaves Towers. Tomorrow noses will once again be pressed to their respective grindstones as we sally forth into the world of work. Ah well.
Just a teensy-weensy post script here. I am sure that no-one who reads this in the UK would be so non-sensible as to not register to vote or anything like that – we are too old for that kind of nonsense aren’t we? However, just in case you have recently moved here from the Planet Zog and are keen to take part in the democratic process, because obviously, if you choose not to then you need to keep your traps shut if things go pear shaped after June 8th and that’s before we get to women throwing themselves under horses…er where was I ? Oh yes, please don’t forget to register to vote – tomorrow is the last day. This is a grown up thing to do. Don’t be a donk. No-one likes a donk. As you were. 



  1. May 21, 2017 / 10:41 pm

    In reverse order. Don't be a donk. Be alert. Your country needs lerts
    Their Finest. I Googled the guardian review and now I want to see it too.
    Being in the south west (ish) I understand what you mean. Feeling irritated that so many people have implied I cannot be bothered to support my denomination because I did not go to harrogate for the Baptist day conference last Saturday. That's a physical impossibility from Dorset. And we had neither time nor money to make a 3 day jolly of it (day 1 travel, day 2 confer, day 3 return)
    Have a good week

  2. May 22, 2017 / 8:21 pm

    Or maybe a loof. I don't think that until you move to the South West, you have any idea how far away it is from everything. Have a great week yourself

  3. May 23, 2017 / 9:44 pm

    Even further in the South West here. It seems that BBC and others feel that South West ends at Devon?

    • May 24, 2017 / 8:15 am

      Yes indeed. The organisers of the conference I was at last week seemed surprised that there was no-one there from the whole of Cornwall, I came from Plymouth which was as far south as it got

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