Monday, 7 September 2026

Sunday September 6th 2026 - "Those 'Frenchies', eh! Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em !!!!"

Yes, Friends, those Frenchies', eh, our close neighbours to the south, if you ignore the English Channel, as many do!!!

Certainly you can't keep the French out of the news - that's one thing that's a 'given'! Take this morning's Onion News - I rest my case!!!!!

And all today's big 'Frenchie' stories bring a welcome, if somewhat wan (!), smile to the faces of me and my wife Lois, as we sit in a little village hall just north of semi-exotic Petersfield, Hampshire, waiting for Lois's church's Sunday Morning Meeting to begin, no question about that!!!!

To our surprise, a elderly man called Bob approaches me and starts talking in French, would you believe! I assume he's having some kind of a stroke, or a seizure maybe, but it turns out that in an earlier existence he lived in France for 12 years (French: douze ans), and that he's anxious to talk to me, because he's heard that I "speak several languages" (!), which I do. But what madness!!!

(left) the little village hall just outside Petersfield, Hampshire, where Lois's
church holds its Sunday Morning Meetings, and (right) Lois and me
in the back row, just before being approached by a man called 'Bob' 
speaking French   - what madness, isn't it!!!!

Speaking personally, I'm not a member of Lois's church in Petersfield, but I can attest that they're a lovely bunch of people, although, if I have a criticism, it's that the church has, over the years, attracted far too many men called 'Bob'. It's got to the stage when, if I'm talking to a man there and can't quite remember his name, I call him 'Bob' to be on the safe side, and I'm usually right, so that's quite a useful pointer!!! 

Certainly the "Bobs to the square foot" indicator (BTTSF) is starting to raise alarms locally. The 'stats' don't lie haha!!!!

flashback to December: Lois's church's Christmas lunch at a pub in Emsworth,
where the number of "Bobs to the square foot" was reportedly at its height,
threatening to reach potentially dangerous levels (!)

It's time for the church to 'reach out' to more of the "non-Bobs" in our community, that's what I say! Sadly, however, I don't have time for a really long Frenchified 'natter' (French: une longue conversation) with this particular 'Bob' after the meeting, because Lois and I have to "dash off" - yet again!!! And no surprise there, because, in the little nearby town of Liphook, Hampshire where we live, neighbours have dubbed Lois and me 'possibly Liphook's busiest-looking retired couple', so fair enough!!!

First on mine and Lois's agenda this lunchtime, is to stop by our daughter Alison and husband Edward's temporary home in Churt, just over the county line in Surrey, to drop off a birthday gift to Alison, their eldest offspring, who's turning 20 tomorrow, would you believe! We've bought young Josie one of those mugs that stay hot all day (a bit like Yours Truly in last month's heatwaves!!!!. It's a mug of the type young people use today - what madness, isn't it!!!
And as Lois and I always say, you know you must be old when your eldest grandchild is no longer a teenager - that's for sure!!!! But what madness (again) !!!! Poor Alison is having a busy time herself today, as the family prepares to leave its temporary rental home in a week's time, and move back into their real home - a crumbling Victorian mansion, which has been under extensive renovation. Let's hope that at least all that scaffolding has come down, by the time they eventually move back in !!!!!

(left) my wife Lois with our daughter Alison today, when we drop off our granddaughter
Josie's 20th birthday present - Alison is busy today preparing for the family's departure
from their temporary rental home, and (right) the family's real home - crumbling Victorian
mansion in Headley, which has recently been under extensive renovation

But for Lois and me, there's no time to stay and chat with Alison, because we have to hurry home to Liphook for a 'quickie' lunch, followed by our weekly 'catch-up' video call with our other daughter, Sarah, who lives in Perth, Australia with husband Francis and their 13-year-old twins, Lily and Jessica. 

Busy busy busy!!!!

us this Sunday lunchtime talking on Lois's phone to our daughter Sarah,
and 13-year-old twins Jessica (centre) and Lily (right), 9000 miles away
in the suburb of Yanchep, just north of Perth, Western Australia - sob sob !!!!!

Lois and I have been particularly looking forward to this chat, to hear about the twins' intrepid 'camping trip' in the outback this last week with their new classmates from their private Anglican grammar school.

We're hoping that the trip will give our twin grandchildren the opportunity to really 'bond' with their new classmates for the first time. Sarah and Francis moved the twins to this school last year, but the two girls have had trouble 'connecting' with their classmates, who had already formed all their friendships over preceding years. 

I know exactly how they must have felt, because I myself had a childhood disrupted by frequent changes of school, and I know how difficult it can be to be accepted and to form friendships when you arrive as a complete outsider. Kids can be extremely 'cliquey', which is a pity!

(above) our brave twin granddaughters Lily and Jessica, arriving at 
their new school for the spring camping trip to the outback, hoping to finally
'bond' with all their new classmates, and (below) the Avon River Region,
80 miles due east of their home in the northern Perth suburb of Yanchep

And the news from the twins is really good, I'm pleased to say, and you could tell it in their voices, so confident and positive today, after a really fun week finally bonding with their new classmates and doing kayaking, zip wires and all that kind of 'malarkey', which is so nice for Lois and me to hear, you would not believe!

So, another busy day at the Colin-and-Lois house, that's what our neighbours are saying!

However, Lois and I have another side to us, that we're not hiding from our neighbours either! It's our 'cosmopolitan' side, where we often regale them with tales of our 3 years in the States in the early 1980's, would you believe!

flashback to 1984: Lois and me, with our two daughters Alison (9) and Sarah (7)
touring the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, and (right) me, cool as a cucumber,
driving our All-American car, with the steering wheel on the 'wrong' side (!)

And today we're spreading the word that we'll be glued to our TV set tonight, watching the planned documentary on Sky Documentaries about Canadian Lorne Michaels, who started America's biggest TV comedy show, way back in 1975.


And the comedy show in question is, of course, the famously controversial satirical weekly sketch show "Saturday Night Live", and tonight's documentary, we tell neighbours, looks set to be a real humdinger, and we plead with them, please, not to disturb us tonight with any footling phone-calls, no matter what the "emergency", which takes them aback, to put it mildly!!!

For Lois and me, Lorne surprisingly turns out to be "our kind of a guy", slightly introverted, quiet and doesn't like to chat for too long, a creature of habit, who always eats out everty night at the same New York restaurant, and always orders the same dish - what's-not to-like about a guy like that haha!!!

Lorne Michaels, Candadian-born producer of satirical sketch show
"Saturday Night Live" 'always eats at the same New York
restaurant, and always order the same thing  -
what's not to like about a guy like that haha!!!!

He's the show's producer, and he just quietly "does his job", because, although quiet, he knows what's funny and what isn't, which is his unique selling point, and it's made him the great survivor at an NBC network often uncomfortable with his show. Over the years numerous writers and cast-members have been fired by the network, but Lorne has kept his job, decade after decade, which is heart-warming!

He started all his early shows with a long-running gag "Bee Hospital", a maternity hospital, even though network executives ordered him to kill it because it just wasn't funny, they claimed.




Oh dear, so not a worker then !!!! Lorne, however, was determined to pursue the idea despite network opposition.



And he brought the bees back for the second show, a happier occasion when the baby turned out to be a 'worker', to Mr Bee's delight, followed by the third show where we see network executives telling the bees among the show's cast that they had to collect their things and move out. And then a fourth show where we see the bees receiving a reprieve, which was heart-warming, and the rest is history!

A simple note from the NBC hierarchy said it all - "More bees, please!"

So "Kudos, Lorne,  and hail to thee! You kept us out of war!" haha !!!!

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

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

Sunday, 6 September 2026

Saturday September 5th 2026 "Friends, are YOU struggling to fill your so-called "free time" - it's a laugh a minute isn't it haha!!!!"

Yes, Friends, are YOU struggling to fill your so-called "free time", and to do it safely? It's a problem for many people in their leisure-affected hours, isn't it!

And if you don't believe me, take a glance at the headlines in this morning's Onion News, if you want "chapter and verse" !!!!!


What madness, isn't it!!! 

But for me and my wife Lois reading these stories in the sometimes-bustling and simultaneously-leafy little town of Liphook, Hampshire, it brings an ironic smile or two to our lips, as the two of us, dubbed Liphook's busiest-looking retired couple, duly fight our way through the crowds thronging the Saturday street market in nearby Petersfield this morning, no question about that!!!

The truth is that anxieties about 'how to fill our free time' isn't normally a luxury that Lois and I have, unfortunately! We should be so lucky, to be frank!!!

"Busy busy busy" - that's the order of the day, almost every day, and we struggle to find any free time at all, to be frank! Neighbours have described our little Honda Jazz as "slipping in and out of our driveway all day 'like a yoyo'" to quote their memorable phrase!


And this morning is a typical example of our frenetic life-style (!), as we shop in Petersfield, somehow finding time to stop for a quick cake'n'coffee at the walk-in coffee morning organised by Lois's church at its Winton House drop-in centre, before taking Lois's hearing-aids into the local Specsavers for "routine maintenance", and taking time to stop at the local CookShop to buy some ready meals for next weekend - we simply don't have time to prepare many of our meals any more, which is mad, given that we're both 80, although undoubtedly both "marvellous for our age" (!).

To top it all, you'll even find us 'hard at it' on the kitchen table too, later on, doing preparation for the next meeting of the local U3A group "Intermediate Latin for Old Codgers", which we both belong to, "for our sins" (!!!!). 

(above) us this morning, somehow finding time to "drop in" at Lois's church's
"drop-in centre" [no pun intended!!!], for a quick coffee'n'cake - and (below)
us this afternoon, still "hard at it" doing our homework for Monday's
meeting of the U3A "Intermediate Latin for Old Codgers" group, of which
we're both members - "for our sins" (!!!!!). What madness, isn't it !!!!!

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

Our big news today, however, is that after our Monday Latin lesson is over, i.e. as of 2:30pm Monday, Lois and I will suddenly find ourselves with three completely free days, would you believe!!! I know that this will sound totally incredible to anybody who knows us (!), but having previously earmarked Tuesday to Friday on our calendar this week with a pithy "Visit Lois's cousin Brian and family in Bournemouth", we get a text and a phone-call from Brian's wife Ruth asking us to put the visit off till maybe October: Ruth is currently suffering from leg problems, which are currently being treated, but a later visit will be more convenient for various reasons, so fair enough!

Lois was a 13-year-old bridesmaid at Brian and Ruth's wedding back in 1959, and 7 years ago we visited Bournemouth for the couple's diamond wedding. Happy days!!!!

(left) flashback to August 2019: Lois (leftmost) on diamond wedding day for Lois's cousin
Brian and Brian's wife Ruth, and (right) flash-even-further-back to the couple's
original wedding in 1959, where a 13-year-old Lois was a bridesmaid

So, suddenly finding ourselves totally free for 3 days, what will Lois and I do to "improve the shining hour" (!). Watch this space - we live in exciting times!!!!!

[I predict: later risings, earlier bed-times, more TV, and longer afternoons in bed for 'statutory nap-times' - but we'll see! - Ed]

20:00 Always looking for a chance to show our neighbours that Lois and I can relax on occasion, we've been spreading the word that tonight we'll definitely be not only "staying in" tonight, but also tuning into a re-run of Monty Python stalwart Michael Palin's mould-breaking, and revelatory, 1980 documentary "Confessions of a Trainspotter" on BBC4, which is something we've been very much looking forward to, to put it mildly!


The programme opens with an absolute downright "shocker" - Palin's first frank admission of his childhood addiction to jotting down, in a precious little "diary", the numbers of steam trains he manages to get sightings of, together with dates, times etc. What madness!!!!

In the following sequence, where Palin describes how he first fell into his sick habit, as an impressionable teenager, the BBC has obscured his face in a perhaps futile attempt to protect his identity:






Disgusting, isn't it !!!!!

Lois and I, however, can't help admiring Palin for his frankness and his willingness to finally "come clean" about his addiction after all these years. After all, in the last few decades, Palin wasn't the only man to fall victim to "trainspotter's disease", as it's been dubbed, and we hear from many other such addicts in tonight's programme, such as this outwardly respectable-looking, bespectacled middle-aged man hiding a dreadful secret:






It's sick, isn't it! And this second man, also middle-aged and superficially respectable, explains that he even carries a tape-recorder with him when he travels by train, would you believe - disgusting, isn't it!!!







Stomach-churning, isn't it! And, not for the first time, mine and Lois's reaction is to say, "It's their poor wives we feel sorry for !!!!!"

But what a sick world we live in !!!!!

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

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

Saturday, 5 September 2026

Friday September 4th 2026 "Are YOU sitting on a train reading this? Look around you for the tell-tale signs!!!"

Yes, Friends, are YOU sitting on a train, as you read these words? It's worth taking a look around you for the tell-tale signs: things flying fast "on the move" outside the window, while you're just sitting still - that's Yours Truly's personal "numero uno" "litmus" test, that's for sure !!!!!

 Certainly train travel is becoming more and more popular, according to the press. Just look at these headlines from this morning's Onion News, if you don't believe me!!!!!


And these stories bring a peculiarly twisted smile to the faces of me and my wife Lois this morning, here in semi-bucolic Liphook, Hampshire as we tramp the "hallowed turf" of local soccer heroes Liphook United on our near-daily morning walk, that's for sure!!!!

my wife Lois and me, having a quiet giggle over the latest train news,
as we tramp the "hallowed turf" of local soccer heroes Liphook United

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

We mustn't laugh at the train industry, however, because for our lawyer son-in-law Edward, who's a director of a regional train company with potential business interests overseas, trains are very much his "bread-and-butter", and he's even flying to Boston USA in a week's time to hopefully close a "big money deal", so we'll see! 

(left) our lawyer son-in-law Edward with our daughter Alison, both dressed up to the nines
for a recent Railway Ball in London, and (right) Lois waving to one of Edward's trains,
the "Hereford-to-Worcester Flyer", as Lois and I have dubbed it, just to encourage
the driver through the Malvern Marshes, which was a nice touch - but what madness!!!!!

By total coincidence, Lois and I will be seeing Edward and Alison later this month, because they've kindly agreed to "chauffeur" us to the wedding of my niece Lucy to her Anglo-American fiancee Rosanna at Ipswich, an occasion to which we've all been invited. 

And it'll certainly add a touch of glamour to our arrival in Ipswich to step out of Edward's car, hopefully in full view of all the other wedding guests, no question about that!

flashback to May: (left) Lois and me at Ipswich's leading Turkish restaurant,
with my sister Jill (rightmost), and Lucy and Rosanna and (right)
the happy couple at another recent "upscale" celebration, which is nice!

So all ye photographers among the expected crowds of guests and onlookers, get ye all your cameras ready for the money-shot, as Lois and step regally out of Edward's car!!!!

And Lois and I know all about "turning on the glamour" for big occasions - witness our "get-up" for a recent Millennium Night at "The Clocktower", one of upscale town Cheltenham's leading night-spots!!!!

flashback to December 1999: Lois and me, "dressed up to the nines" for a
playfully mis-spelt "Millenium Eve" dinner at an upscale Cheltenham 'watering-hole',
dubbed "Millenium [sic!] at the Clocktower" by the pub's management (!)

Happy days!!!!

We find out today, Friday, however, that Lois and I unfortunately won't be able to stay for the post-wedding 'brunch' on the morning after the wedding, which is a pity, but it's for a very good, and also rather semi-glamorous, reason. You see, our son-in-law Edward has to fly to Boston USA later that day for that potential "big money deal" mentioned above, and that's one of the penalties you pay for "living the high life" - no pun intended!!! 


Busy busy busy!!!!!

Don't think, however, that Lois and I are becoming a bit "hoity-toity" ourselves, perhaps, and no longer willing to mix with our Liphook neighbours and treat them almost as our equals - far from it!!! And this morning, if you had rung our doorbell, you might have peeped through the window and seen us hard "at it" on the kitchen table, mugging up on our "Latin homework", in preparation for a local class, would you believe!!!

Lois and me this Friday morning, hard at it on the kitchen table, with a pile
 of dictionaries and reference works, doing our "Latin homework" (!), which is mad!

Yes, in addition to our many upscale glamorous activities, "for our sins" (!) Lois and I also somehow find time to be members of the local U3A "Intermediate Latin for Old Codgers" group, led by a former schoolteacher and local man, Joe. And our group's first meeting of the new term has been scheduled for Monday, and so in the next couple of days Lois and I have got 10 sentences to translate from English into Latin, and those sentences, as we always say, "won't translate themselves", to put it mildly - hence our mild panic today!!!

flashback to last winter-spring: former schoolteacher Joe explaining some point of
Latin grammar to our little group of mainly female students, known as Joe's Harem,
all members of Joe's local U3A "Intermediate Latin for Old Codgers" group

Dubbed by neighbours "possibly Liphook's busiest-looking retired couple", Lois and I are certainly earning that accolade "in spades" today - that's for sure!!!!!

[Is that all you two 'noggins' have done today, Colin - translated 10 sentences into Latin? - Ed]

Well, no, seeing as how you're obviously interested (!). The answer to your question is "No, with a capital 'N'", this time at least !!!! 


And it's quite a very definite "no" to your question today, I must stress, because, also today, we somehow find time, not only to spend another afternoon in bed, recharging our batteries, but also later in the evening we find ourselves showing what's been dubbed "our surprising, delightfully lighter side" (!).

Yes, you've probably guessed already! We're watching with (we suspect) millions of our fellow compatriots, the first episode of a new TV series on the More4 channel, "Sandi's Ireland: A Literary Journey", presented by the UK's favourite Dane, Sandi Toksvig, which is nice!
 

For Lois and me, one of our favourite poets is WB Yeats, and it's nice for us this evening to see Sandi journey to remote Sligo on Ireland's Atlantic coast, where Yeats would work on his poems, so many of which seemed to unlock the meaning of life and to speak to his readers' souls, in the words of Sandi's friend, the present-day Irish novelist Marion Keyes.

We hear about Yeats' extraordinarily quiet life, his quiet days in Sligo - no noise, no radio or TV, just the sights and sounds of nature to inspire him: mostly the sounds, rather than the sights, because Yeats suffered all his life with poor eyesight, but somehow managing without glasses. He was, however, passionate about the need for Ireland to gain independence from Britain, and this uncomfortably shy man with his poor sight campaigned for that independence in the only way he could - through his poems. 









Also, Lois and I didn't realise the extent of the poverty in which Yeats lived for most of his life. 

In 1923, the year after Irish independence, Yeats was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, with the international cultural world in a way, not just honouring Yeats and his poetry, but also welcoming Ireland as a new member of the world's family of nations, as Keyes says.

The financial value of the Nobel Prize, however, meant what was a great deal of money to the financially struggling Yeats and his family. When told the good news of the award by his friend Smillie on the Irish Times, Yeats is reported to have said "How much, Smillie? How much?" 








Fascinating stuff, though, isn't it!

Rest in peace, WB !!!!!

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

We go to bed - zzzzzzzzz!!!!!