Thursday, 13 August 2026

Wednesday August 12th 2026 "Friends, had you perhaps planned to play a round of tennis today, but called it off?"

Yes, Friends, had YOU planned to play a round of tennis today, perhaps with your current "squeeze", but then called it off because of the heatwave? 

A lot of us had, so no need to feel embarrassed, let me reassure you haha!

And I imagine that it was a scenario maybe Cole Porter had in mind when he wrote his song, "It's Too Darn Hot" - remember that one?

Poor Adam!!!  But night tennis (see picture above!) is never very satisfactory anyway, is it, due to the number of so-called "lost balls", so maybe it was no great disappointment for "Mister Adam" after all. Let's hope so!

I wonder....!

The song, however,  is firmly planted on my lips and that of my wife Lois here this morning, in leafy Liphook, Hampshire, as we contemplate the next 3 days with some alarm due to the alarming weather forecast. 

my wife Lois and me - a recent picture

And in my blog today, I can exclusively reveal that we're more or less deciding to just "hunker down" and pretend we're on a 3-day holiday, and just do the minimum to keep going - eating, washing up etc. You know the kind of thing - you probably do a lot of that kind of thing yourself: go on, admit it haha!

One thing we won't be doing, however, is complaining about it, unlike 1950's radio comedian Tony Hancock, who came out with one of his usual somewhat negative "diatribes", recalled today on social media, which is a bit of a "reality check" (!).

(left) weather forecast for Liphook for the next 3 days, with highs of 90/93/87F (32/34/31C)
and (right) 1950's radio comedian Tony Hancock with one of his trademark diatribes (!)

No you won't hear me complaining! When you're given the chance of not going out for 3 days, just relaxing and not feeling guilty about it, what's not to like haha!!!! 

And Lois and I don't do a lot today, although we do make a feeble attempt tonight around 7pm, in our tiny back garden, to capture, on a piece of paper, tonight's advertised partial solar eclipse, both using a home-made piece of card with a hole in it, and also one of our kitchen colanders, but without being as successful as we would have liked, to put it mildly!



Do these pictures capture the moon encroaching on the sun? We're not sure - but your comments welcome, so start looking for a postcard and a stamp - and do it now! We know you've got one somewhere, perhaps lurking in a forgotten drawer haha!

If not, well there's always next time, but these eclipses are not going to happen for ever, apparently!

Scientists have worked out that, at this point in time, we are able to see partial or total solar eclipses precisely because the size of the Sun's disc and the size of the Moon's disc look similar from a human vantage point on Earth. But now we know that the moon is actually moving very slowly away from us, at 1.5 inches or 3.8 cm per year, which is a possible worry!


And scientists have calculated that the very last total solar eclipse will occur in approx. 580 million years time – good grief! Better get busy haha!!!!


So.... if we could somehow do something about the Earth's ocean tides, maybe we could stop the process of losing the moon, and keep it "in our orbit" (no pun intended!!!) for a while longer perhaps? Canute, England's last Danish king, famously tried, and failed, to do anything about the tide. Can Burnham succeed where Canute was caught short? I think we should be told, and quickly!

Yes, something for new UK Prime Minister Andy Burnham's already "choc-a-bloc" to-do-list maybe?

I wonder....!

new UK Prime Minister Andy Burnham is looking for your ideas!

Have YOU sent YOUR suggestions in to poor Andy, I wonder? 

If not, why not add the 'tides' malarkey to YOUR list, and do it now haha!!!! Lois and I are going to be putting it at (we think  (!)) as high as no.4 on our list of six "must fix" items for poor Andy, obviously thinking of our billion-times-great-grandchildren who deserve the right to watch solar eclipses every few years, we fervently believe!

[That's enough 'whimsy' ! - Ed] 

Call us hopeless idealists if you like haha!

[Is that all you two 'noggins' have done today, Colin, made a feeble attempt to 'capture' the eclipse? - Ed]

16:00 Well, no actually, seeing as how you're obviously interested (!).

Also today I somehow find time to enjoy a newsy "catch-up" call with my sister Gill in Ipswich. And it helps me with my mission to "get down with the kids", because although Yours Truly is now an incredible 80 years of age, Gill is still a sprightly "68 years young" slip of a girl, which is refreshing, and, as a bonus, she can explain a lot of the mysteries of the modern world to me, which is nice!

me and my 'baby sister' Gill, (left) in May 2026, down by Ipswich Harbour,
and (right) flashback to 1960, us in the back garden of the family home in Bristol

Gill tells me in our call today, that all is going well with preparations for her daughter Lucy's wedding next month to her Anglo-American fiancee Rosanna, which Lois and I will be attending, all being well.

flashback to May: my sister Gill, her daughter Lucy (left)
and Lucy's fiancee Rosanna (right)

Also, there's news that Gill has been writing another of her monologues, and it's going to be performed in a few months' time at London's Glitch Theatre, following the success of her first such monologue, "A Nice Cup of Tea", at the same theatre back in November last year.

(above left) Gill showcasing the performance of her latest monologue
at London's Glitch Theatre, and (above right) Gill with Lucy's fiancee Rosanna,
and (below, right) Gill with members of the all-female Yellow Coat Theatre Company,
who staged the monologue in the theatre back in November 2025

And today there's more big news - Gill will be starting on getting her second MA degree, also in September, at the nearby University of Suffolk: a 2-year part-time course in creative writing. By the time Gill gets the degree, she'll be 70, which Gill seems to think is "old", for some reason haha!!!! 

(left) the University of Suffolk, down by the waterfront at Ipswich,
and (right) some of the typical students enrolled on the course

Rosanna, soon to be Gill's daughter-in-law, is apparently a bit discomforted by the fact that she'll be missing Jill's first day at college, because, by then, she and Lucy will be away on their honeymoon. And, sadly, Rosanna won't be able to kit her mother-in-law out with a backpack and stationery 'essentials', and all the other student "malarkey". 

And she won't even be able to wave her new mother-in-law a tearful farewell at the window, when Gill goes off in the morning, on her first day at college! 

Poor Rosanna !!!!!

some of the necessities for the first-year student - a nice backpack 
and a tearful farewell from mum and dad. Awwwwww!!!!

And in the "small world" department, Lois and I have recently become interested in a local artist, Flora Twort, who lived and worked near to where we live, over in nearby Petersfield, Hampshire. There's an exhibition of Flora's paintings being held locally at the moment, which Lois and I are hoping to visit next week. 

Flora was once the "squeeze" of noted author Nevil Shute, writer of  "A Town Like Alice", and also "On the Beach" (1957), made into a film starring Gregory Peck, Ava Gardener and Fred Astaire etc. Shute went so far as to propose marriage to Flora, although she apparently turned him down - what madness!

Fabulous stuff !!!!

And during Gill's call today, I discover that Flora, Shute's "squeeze", was actually a relative of Rosanna, Gill's future daughter-in-law. It turns out that Flora was Rosanna's grandfather's first cousin, incredibly.

What are the chances of that happening, eh?!!!!

(above) one of local artist Flora Twort's many paintings of Petersfield's
bustling market square, and (below) some recent photos I took of 
Lois checking out the local produce in the square on a typical market day

So, Lois and I will soon be related to Flora (although only by marriage, obviously). Maybe, when we visit the Flora Twort exhibition next week, we can drop it into the conversation, all casual-like, and maybe get a 'friends and family' discount on a print or two, perhaps?

[You tight so-and-so, Colin! - Ed]

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

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

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

Wednesday, 12 August 2026

Tuesday August 11th 2026 "Being a spy has its compensations! Why don't YOU try it haha!!!"

Yes, Friends, did you know that being a spy has its compensations, perhaps in the way of a free drink, or two, even, from a charming companion ? 

1980's rock band Was Not Was sang a lovely song about it once, long ago!


And it's a song very much on the lips of me and my wife Lois this morning, here in sunny Liphook, Hampshire, as we prepare for a day out, which is nice!

me and my wife Lois - a recent picture

We're preparing to spend the day in nearby Alresford, with fellow-members of Lois's church, and it's a town that, back in the day, played host to "spies in spades", to put it mildly!

Your own little town probably has, like, a bank, a park, a church, a railway station, perhaps, but here's the million-dollar question:

Has your town got a spy ring "dead drop" facility, for use by local spy rings???!!!!! 

Well, Alresford has, which was "handy for some", back in the day, no question about that !!!!


Yes, back in the 1950's, Harry Houghton, one member of the so-called Portland Spy Ring, which sent some of Britain's naval secrets to Russia, used Alresford's Public Toilets as a "dead drop", hiding documents in the toilet cisterns for collection, and then, later, collecting the feedback there from his Russian masters. 

What madness, wasn't it! But they caught old Harry eventually, and he got 15 years in jail for it, which is what the judge and jury decided was appropriate, so fair enough!

However, Lois and I are here in Alresford primarily for a social event in the calendar of Lois's church, arriving at Chief Elder Richard's house around 10am, which has meant a 24-mile drive, and so it's been  yet another early start for us. Yikes! no peace for the wicked haha !!!!

(left) a 24-mile drive this morning brings Lois and me to a social event (right)
for her fellow-church-members at the house of Chief Elder Richard (standing),
and other members, including noted archaeologist Grahame (extreme left) 

We all sit and chat for an hour or so, over tea and cakes, in Richard's back garden, with other church-members, including noted archaeologist Grahame (extreme left in the picture above), who, true to form, is avoiding anything too crunchy on the 'cake plate', he says, because of his teeth issues. As he never tires of reminding us, the BBC refused to pay for him to have his teeth fixed, although they had no compunction about paying out for Grahame's colleagues: TV's Professor Alice Roberts, also TV's Raksha Dave - what madness!!!

(left) flashback to August 2025: noted archaeologist Grahame takes us and a group of church-members 
around Calleva Atrebatum (Silchester): the BBC refused to pay for Grahame's dental work, Grahame says, although they paid for rival archaeologist Prof Alice Roberts (right) to get her teeth done 
- see her lovely smile-to-camera, as she digs up a Roman villa at Kettering!

11:30 After the mid-morning tea-and-cake today, most of the company set off for a walk around Alresford in the baking heat, arriving back 2 hours later looking decidedly the worse for wear, to put it mildly!

Luckily Lois and I opt to pass on the walk up and down Arlesford's very hilly streets, judging the temperature to be too high for comfort, and also seduced by the alternative option of working on the puzzles that Richard and wife Glenys had prepared for attendees - we can't resist a good puzzle! 

Here are two of them - see below. See how many YOU can do haha!


For question 12, we can only think of "foxglove", but are gloves particularly used at weddings? Your help needed here - postcards only !!!!!


It turns out to be a good decision to stay indoors and work on the puzzles, in the cool of Richard and Glenys's fan-cooled sitting-room with fellow "old codger" Maurice, because Lois and I finish the puzzles super-early, and, as a reward, Glenys offers to take all three of us on a whistle-stop tour of Alresford in her air-conditioned car, which is nice!

This is the life! While other church members struggle through the town on foot, up and 
down all the hills etc (!), Lois and I, plus fellow "old codger" Maurice, get a nice
tour in Glenys's fully-air-conditioned car, which is like a breath of fresh air haha!

The three of us even stop for a short stroll by the River Arle, delighting in the ducks and the lovely pike and trout that we see just below the surface in the clear waters of the stream, and somehow even finding time to look over a rare example of one of Britain's few remaining fulling mills, an unbelievably pretty 13th century thatched building, on a little bridge over the river, which is nice!

Lois and I, plus fellow "old codger" Maurice, take a gentle stroll
by the waters of the River Arles, delighting in the ducks and the pike etc,
and looking round a rare example of a fulling mill, which is nice!

"Fulling" was part of the medieval cloth-making process: woven woollen cloth was cleaned, thickened and strengthened, often using water-powered industrial processes, long before the coming of electricity.


Fascinating stuff, isn't it!

[If you say so! - Ed]

14:30 After a lovely lunch, also provided by Richard and Glenys, Lois and I make a swift exit, getting home in time for a nice afternoon in bed, so all is not lost haha!

21:00 At last a chance to relax on the couch and watch the final episode in the fascinating "odd couple" travelogue series, "Oti and Richard's South African Odyssey", featuring TV vicar Richard Coles and his crazy South African bosom-pal, Oti.


It's always a pleasure to watch Oti and Richard together - such an amusing couple, two complete opposites: Oti, the fun-loving and extrovert native of South Africa, and TV vicar Richard, a typically buttoned-up British introvert. And yet the pair somehow seem to hit it off.

And it's so nice also to see the very positive picture that the series has drawn of South Africa, a picture which Richard, as a veteran of the UK's anti-apartheid movement back in the day, finds particularly pleasing.

In tonight's episode, Oti is trying some typically death-defying stunts off Africa's highest bridge, although she is passing on the bungee jump for health reasons, as she explains in this scene:






Ewwww!!! And I think Lois and I agree that that wouldn't be at all pleasant. Good call, Oti !!!!

Oti, however, standing on Africa's highest bridge, is not willing to be cheated of her white-knuckle experience today, and gets herself kitted out to do a zip-line plunge off the edge. And as she says, as staff fit her up with all the ropes etc, "this is the part where people stop talking to you, and it gets really nerve-racking."




Richard, watching her from the viewing platform with a nice cup of tea, is having white-knuckle dilemmas of his own, however.




Poor Richard!!!!

And let's hope he survives his own British-style "white knuckle" experience intact, and in one piece, if only for his parishioners' sake haha!

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

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

Tuesday, 11 August 2026

Monday August 10th 2026 "Are all these 'drought' stories, making YOU feel a bit dry today? Well, join the club!"

Phew what a scorcher again today! And the papers are full of rather 'dry' stories about the current drought, if that's the correct expression!!! [No! - Ed]

All in all it's being a challenging summer, isn't it! 

In times like these, however, my wife Lois and I turn to the wisdom of our elders and betters, for tips about coping!


me and my wife Lois - a recent picture

And who better to turn to than that retired colonial administrator Sir Herbert Gusset, fresh from his tours-of-duty as governor of various colonies "east of Suez", but still dispensing useful practical advice in the columns of political magazine, "Private Eye", my copy of which "plopped" through our letter-box last Wednesday, which was lucky!

Kudos, Your Lordship haha!!

And despite having a really very busy morning today, Lois and I still somehow find the time to continue our use of our own waste water on our plants and vegetables, which is, we feel, our patriotic duty!

Dubbed by neighbours "Liphook's busiest-looking retired couple", we're preparing for another challenging week, with temperatures set to soar and visits to (1) fellow church-members Richard and Glynis in Alresford tomorrow, and (2) to our daughter Alison in Churt on Saturday for her 51st birthday, all in this week's tremendous predicted heat, which doesn't help.

In preparation for all this frantic activity, therefore, we've decided we need to fill up with petrol and also buy some microwaveable ready meals in Sainsbury's today, to save putting the oven on in these scorching-hot times of ours! 

sneak preview of the forecast for Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday
with highs of 82F/90F/93F to come (28C/32C/34C) - yikes!!!

We even somehow find time this morning for a bracing walk over the "hallowed but parched" turf of local soccer giants Liphook United along the way, would you believe!

Busy busy busy!!!

another typically busy day for us - filling up with petrol, getting some microwaveable
ready meals to save putting the oven on, before taking a bracing walk
over the "hallowed but parched" turf of local soccer heroes, Liphook United

Now retired for an amazing 20 years, we wonder how we ever found the time to go to work back in the day!!!!

And, Friends, have you noticed how expensive petrol is these days? Sainsbury's charge me £1.63 a litre this morning, which is about £7.34 a gallon. What's been going on, since the last time I looked?

When I first started driving my own car back in the 1960's, petrol was only five shillings a gallon, or 25p in "new money", so it's gone up, like, a billion percent - more probably!!!!

What a crazy world we live in!!!!  [Wake up, Colin! -Ed]

flashback to 1972: me standing by my beloved first-ever car, an old
Morris Oxford estate, parked here on the coast at Lytham St Annes, Lancashire

Happy days !!!!

21:00 Finally! Lois and I at last get a moment to relax on the couch, finally (!), and watch the first programme in a new celebrity travelogue series, a trip round Ireland by 1980's Spandau Ballet star Martin Kemp and his grown-up son Roman.


Not the standard celebrity travelogue series, this, having instead lots of amusing family banter between Martin and his son Roman, with Roman confessing to Martin about a trick he and his siblings played on their dad back in the day - secretly letting a dog lick their dad's ice-cream before handing it to him.  Ewwww!!!!!

This was apparently the siblings' revenge for their parents flying around the world first class, while making their kids sit "around the corner", in tourist class - how tight can you get! What madness, wasn't it!!!!

flashback to the 1990's - 1980's Spandau Ballet rock star Martin Kemp,
with wife Shirlie from 1980's pop duo Pepsi and Shirlie,
and their two young kids Harley and Roman  

We learn tonight from this first part of the pair's road-trip saga, that Martin's mum always told him that she was part-Irish.

Young Roman, who's in the driving seat, finds this all a bit weird, as he comments:



Locals? Surely not!!! 

Roman's dad explains, however, the background to this, with stories from his own childhood back in the 1960's, 



Young Roman, however, applies a quick reality-check, at this point:






Hahahaha!!!!

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

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