Friday, 27 February 2026

Thursday February 26th 2026 "Don't you just hate having to take your shoes off when visiting a friend?"

Friends, don't you just hate it, when you're asked to take your shoes off before entering a friend's house? Especially if your socks are in less than premium condition, like so often the case with Yours Truly - I like to get maximum value out of my socks, to put it mildly!!!!

But there are other concerns than socks, according to this morning's local Onion News for East Hampshire - see this shock report on page 94 !!!!

Poor McDonough!!!!! The story, however, brings a moment of amused relief, and a smile or two, to the faces of me and my wife Lois this morning, here in leafy, semi-detached Liphook, Hampshire this afternoon, that's for sure!!! 

my wife Lois and me - a recent picture

And later the story gets "picked up" by some of the "nationals", and is even the lead story on tonight's BBC News, which is heartening! Perhaps now, at last, something will be done, and not before time (!), about Grant's "no shoes" rule, which is a "national" disgrace by the sound of it - no pun intended!!!!

It's all doubly ironic tonight, because, as you know, Lois and I, "for our sins" (!), run the local U3A "Intermediate Danish for Old Codgers" group, as you do (!), and, during our fortnightly online meeting this afternoon, the subject of shoes unexpectedly dominates proceedings, which is a surprise!

(left)  Lois and me trying to control another rowdy online meeting of our local 
"Intermediate Danish for Old Codgers" group, and (right) the Danish murder mystery that
our group is currently reading, "Judaskysset" (the Judas Kiss), by Anna Grue (centre)

And what's the reason for the "shoes" fixation during our online session today, Colin?", I hear you cry! 

Well, to mine and Lois's frustration, the predominantly female members of our little group spend a lot of time arguing, rather too furiously, we think, about this at-first-sight innocent sentence from the Danish murder mystery that we're currently reading together!


And if your Intermediate Danish is a little rusty, not to worry! I've translated the sentence for you here (all rights reserved!):

English: "her choice of clothes, the awkward black pumps.. she dressed like a 60-year-old, her hair had lots of grey streaks, and her eyelids were already beginning to droop. Was she really only 33?"

Sounds harmless as a sentence, doesn't it, but our members are soon arguing that to wear "awkward black pumps" isn't a sign that a woman is 60 - quite the opposite, in fact, and would probably signal that she's a teenager! And it's only later that we discover that "pumps" in Denmark aren't what we call "pumps" in Britain, when I take a minute to "google" the word while all the shouting is going on (!). 

To my surprise, I discover that the word "pumps" means footwear of a totally different kind (1) in Britain and (2) in the US, and obviously in Denmark too. 

"Pumps" in Britain, also known as "plimsolls" and "daps" (depending on region) are what kids wear for gym lessons here, but "pumps" in the US (and also Denmark) are sophisticated shoes with heels - who knew !!!!!


Confused? You will be! 

And it's a distinction that, to our shame, Lois and I were completely unaware of, despite having lived in the States ourselves for 3 years, back in the early 1980's.

The British and Americans - "two nations divided by a common language" is what somebody once said - I think Oscar Wilde or George Bernard Shaw or someone similar (!). And it's unfortunate that our online meeting today gets "hijacked" further by discussions about sneakers/trainers, slides and sliders (???), whatever they are etc etc.

What madness, isn't it!


When Lois and I lived in the States, our own kids tended to wear either what Americans call "sneakers" (i.e. trainers), or what I call "Clark's sandals", a lot of the time, at least. I don't what Americans call Clarks sandals - but your ideas welcome - postcards only, as usual !!!!!

flashback to the early 1980's: (top left) us on vacation in the Blue Ridge Mountains
of Virginia; (top right) our kids Alison and Sarah standing by our street's communal postboxes
and (bottom) little Sarah's class photograph, wearing her British "Clarks sandals"
- what madness wasn't it !!!!

And as far as our little Intermediate Danish for Old Codgers group, with another online meeting totally hijacked again with yet another irrelevant discussion (!), it's no wonder that we're taking so long to read our Danish murder mystery novel!

What a crazy world we live in !!!!!

And no matter what our kids, Alison and Sarah, were wearing in the States, or, after 1985, when we came home to Britain, Lois and I certainly took pains to encourage them both to "find their own style", both in shoes and in life generally, and I think the results of that are obvious, now that Alison and Sarah have reached the ages of, respectively 50 and 48, would you believe, and have given us 5 lovely grandchildren, which is nice!

flashback to July 2025: Lois and me with our two daughters,
two sons-in-law and five grandchildren - awwwww!!!!
all wearing a wide variety of footwear (!)

If only all parents had had our "laid back" and encouraging attitude, when their kids were growing up! Not all do, sadly, and who do you think was a prime example of this?

Step forward Mrs Elizabeth Lowry, mother of famous Lancashire painter LS Lowry, him of the "matchstick men" fame, no less, as we hear tonight in a fascinating drama-documentary about the much-loved artist, which is nice!


Lowry became famous in the 1950's for his "matchstick men" paintings of typical industrial towns in Lancashire, paintings of men pouring out of factories at going-home time, or going to football matches, or paintings of working-class families having fun at funfairs or at the seaside: exuberant pictures of "the old north of England", a world that has now largely disappeared, which is a pity!

some typical LS Lowry paintings: (left) men pouring out of the factory gates
and (right) having fun with their families at the seaside

You'd have thought that Lowry's mum would have been pleased to have such a talented painter of a son growing up in her house, but apparently not, according to tonight's programme (!).






Oh dear!!!!!!

Poor Lowry !!!!!!!

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzz!!!!!

Thursday, 26 February 2026

Wednesday February 25th 2026 "Why the lack of insects these days? Birds are to blame, say scientists!"

Yes, Friends, I bet it's been a few months since you were last stung by a wasp, let's say! I personally haven't even seen a wasp since, like, October last year, and I was beginning to wonder why - until I read this "humdinger" of a story on page 94 of our local Onion News for East Hampshire!

And - spoiler alert - herein is all suddenly revealed haha!!!!

Kudos, that man!!!! And reading the Onion story today in rural, semi-precious Liphook, Hampshire certainly brings a knowing grin to the faces of me and my wife Lois, that's for sure!

me and my wife Lois - a recent picture

Having only yesterday been singing, "Where have all the insects gone?", to the tune of "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?", we get the shock of our lives this afternoon, when our daughter Alison drops in for her weekly "catch-up", and we notice a massive hornet or "super-wasp" trying to get in the house through our sitting-room window, almost, but not quite, finding the window that Lois has opened a crack in, to relieve the sudden unexpected HEAT, would you believe!!! 

Yes, too hot, can you believe! That's a problem we had completely forgotten about!

some typical ways a wasp may try to enter YOUR house - you have been warned!!!!

It seems like the little "critters" were just waiting for one nice-ish day and a bit of warm-to-warmish sunshine to say "Right, lads, let's go for it! Lois has opened their windows a crack, so it's now or never!!!!", in their little squeaky insect-style voices (!). 

Somewhere between 61F and 64F (16-18C) must evidently be those little guys' "threshold"!!!!

What madness, isn't it !!!!! And the wasps' threshold, we reckon, must be somewhere between 61F and 64F (16-18C) - and certainly it's all very sudden, because we didn't notice a single fly or wasp on our earlier walk this morning, which took us over nearby Chapel Common, just outside the village of Milland, near the line of the old Roman road between Chichester and Silchester.

flashback to this morning: my wife Lois and I take our daily walk,
which today takes us over nearby Chapel Common near the old Roman road
listening to all the birdsong on our shiny new "merlin" phone app, which is nice!

The mating season's on its way - that's why all the birds are singing this morning, Lois says, and this afternoon, when the sun finally breaks through, the insects are obviously trying to get in on the act, and make their presence felt, which is a bit mad! So the blood must be coursing through their veins too, but do insects have veins? I think we should be told! [postcards only haha!!!]

And it's during afternoon statutory "nap-time" today, that I personally feel the sun's warmth for the first time this year coming through our bedroom window. But today there's no time to linger. We have to be "up and ready" by 3pm in time for our daughter Alison's weekly "catch-up visit". Plus, Lois has to be up and  washing and drying the dozens of little plastic communion cups in time that her church will need at the next Sunday morning meeting.

So, busy busy busy, once again - surprise surprise!!!! 

And it's all just been like that, literally non-stop, for the last 20 years, ever since we retired, back in March 2006. How did we ever find the time to go to work - that's the big mystery !!!!

flashback to this afternoon: (left) our daughter Alison drops by from her home
in nearby Churt, over the county line in Surrey, and (right), while making Alison
a nice cup of tea, I catch sight of the plastic communion cups that Lois is "servicing" (!)
- what madness !!!!!!

Alison tells us that things are pretty hectic in her house currently too, although I suspect not at mine and Lois's level - not yet at least!!! Out of her and husband Edward's three teenage offspring, Josie (19) is now away in Durham on the first year of her maths degree course, but Rosalind (17) is currently taking her A-Level "mocks", and Isaac (15) his GCSE "mocks". 

This weekend, Alison and Ed, plus Rosalind, will be travelling 300 miles north to Durham, near the Scottish border, to visit Josie, and to give Rosalind a first look at the university there - she's already received a condition offer from them. So she's asked Lois and me to go over to their house to look after Isaac in their absence, and drive him to his music and drama events - he's quite the thespian! 

Our daughter Alison and Edward's possible route this coming weekend
from Churt, Surrey, 300 miles north to Durham in the far north of England 

Yes, it's true - Lois and I are going to be a "mummy and daddy" again (!), which will mean a welcome rest from all our taxing "old codger"-style duties here at home in Liphook, and will give us a chance to really put our feet up for once, which will be nice!

Yes, it'll really be like old times! 

And we get more remembrances of old times this evening, watching the first programme in a 3-part series about New York socialite Ghislaine Maxwell, who is so heavily implicated in the current Jeffrey Epstein scandal, because, before Lois and I got married, in 1972, Lois was working for Ghislaine's father, in the offices of his flagship publishing enterprise, Pergamum Press, Oxford.


The programme's premise, in this first episode, is that it was the young Ghislaine's relationship with her father, the tempestuous Robert Maxwell, that determined her later close friendship with Epstein. You see, after her father was drowned in a mysterious boating accident in 1991, Ghislaine was searching for a replacement father-figure, and Epstein fitted the bill. And the rest is history.

When Ghislaine was growing up in Oxford UK in the 1960's, Robert Maxwell was Ghislaine's doting, but quixotic father, a well-known figure in the town. And Ghislaine was his adoring, spoilt daughter, the youngest of his 9-strong brood, and very much a "daddy's girl", as Ghislaine's friend and fellow-student at Oxford University, Anna Pasternak, recalls, thinking back to Christmas 1966, as reflected in this old newsreel:











And Anna comments, in this interview for Sky, that "everything about Ghislaine's relationship with her father fed into her later relationship with Epstein, and, from what's alleged, led to this ultimate 'daddy's girl', socialite and networker becoming, for Epstein, 'the ultimate madam' ".

Anna's sister used to go to birthday parties at the Maxwell family home in Headington Hall, and she remembers the other side of Robert Maxwell's character from the doting dad role that he often played - the nastier side. And she remembers her sister's "visceral fear of the figure of Robert Maxwell in the background". "He was", she says, genuinely a very difficult, unpleasant and terrifying man."

However, Ghislaine soon learned to cope with this nastier side of her dad's temperament





However, Ghislaine herself, in her own personality, also inherited some of these nastier aspects from her father, Anna thinks: aspects, which Robert Maxwell himself freely admitted to:








All this makes fascinating viewing for Lois, who, 55 years ago, was working in Pergamum Press's flagship documentation department in Headington Hall, just down the corridor from big boss Robert. In tonight's programme, many of Robert's underlings recall how the big man used to slam the phone down when he was "in a mood", and Lois remembers one occasion in the office when he did this, completely wrecking the phone, which then had to be replaced. What madness!!!!

He was the type of CEO who liked to periodically "stir things up", bursting into the office to suddenly introduce, say, a radical new staffing policy, or radical new working practices, totally on a whim. And she recalls how Maxwell's underlings used to come around afterwards, reassuring staff that things would actually remain exactly as they were, as soon as Maxwell had calmed down and forgotten about it all, and that therefore staff need not be unduly concerned! 

What madness (again) !!!!!

Lois had got a welcome break from her job there, when she got permission to come and stay with me for 3 weeks in Japan during my study year in 1971, a year or so before we got married. And by fixing our wedding day for August 1972, I famously (in our family) saved Lois from a "fate worse than death", because she could turn down Maxwell's order for her to accompany him to a book fair in East Germany, one of his standard seduction ploys (!).

(left) March 1971: for 3 weeks, Lois escapes from her job working for Robert Maxwell
by visiting me for 3 weeks during my study year in Japan, and (right) Lois on our wedding
day in 1972, which saved Lois from a business trip with Maxwell to a European book fair

What a crazy world we live in!!!!

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzz!!!!!!