Writing, fly-tipping and an A99?

21 September 2012

Oh dear, rain today.  We still went out for a ride round in the car.  A visit to Focus Optics for some bird seed is always good visit to make.  Using their feeders today were both great and blue tits, birds we haven't seen for some now.  However, yesterday afternoon Jan count 13 goldfinches on our sunflower heart feeders with loads more in the tree getting impatient for their turn.  It's the first time we have had so many regular gold finches on our feeders.  We had the odd one of two but never the amount we now have.

Fly-tipping is still ongoing with the borough, just as it is all over the country I'm sure.  We used to get it happening when we lived in Bed'th too.  Our bungalow was on the end of row of bungalows but a road went past our place and round to what used to be a garage area.  They were demolished leaving the whole area open for fly-tippers.  Before the garages were demolished we watched one flat bed truck go by with a wrecked car in the back.  He drove round there, open up an unused garage and dumped the car in there.  I took his registration and was standing by the front door as he drove by while I was talking to the cops about it.  We never saw him again.  We did likewise to an number of other fly-tippers too, including one who dumped a huge great pile of glass just off the pathway.  It took a year or two but the word soon got out that someone was taking reg numbers and reporting them and it eventually stopped happening.

On the way home we called in to the Greyhound pub at Hawkesbury Junction.     The car park was full, how full the pub was we didn't know or try to find out.  We left straight away and called in to the Crows Nest instead.  It's not a bad pub and my pint of Pedigree was very nice.  I can see going there again one day.  Jan has a fancy for an ice cream Sundae they do there.  It's a sharer job so I'm not sure what I will be drinking that time.

Oh to be a decent writer!  "It was a blonde.  A blonde to make a bishop lick a while in a stained glass window."  The word of Raymond Chandler.  Oh to be able to string words together like that; to be as successful as Chandler was with just seven novels to his name.  Right now I look at the last words of Photo Finish I typed and my mind goes blank.  Sadly story ideas can't be bought from a writers supply shop or a supermarket can they?  How good would be to go be able to ask for, "A pound of ideas please."  See, I didn't make that bit up either.  They are from Jeffery Archer in a TV interview.  One day, some day, there will come a day ... ... ...

Today's photo is this ... 

a river flowing through Lincoln.  Why should I post this?  Well, in this week's AP there is a full page ad for London Camera Exchange who are holding a Sony Demo Day on 29 September.  I may be able to get to that.  I'd love to have a play with the new Sony Alpha 99 that has just been announced.  At £2500 only though, it's far much for me, but I can but dream eh;-)))

And now it's funny time ...

A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye.....It reads:
SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
10 MILES
He thinks it was a figment of his imagination and drives on without a second thought......Soon he sees another sign, which says:
SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
5 MILES
Suddenly, he begins to realize that these signs are for real....Then he drives past a third sign saying:
SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
NEXT RIGHT
His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive....On the side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:
SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
He climbs the steps and rings the bell.... The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, What may we do for you, my son?
He answers, I saw your signs along the highway, and was interested in  possibly doing business......
Very well my son. Please follow me.
He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented....The nun stops at a closed door and instructs him to place $100 in a cup then go through the door. He gets $100 out of his wallet and places it in the cup.....
He trots eagerly through the door, pulling it shut behind him........
As the door locks behind him, he finds himself back in the parking lot,
facing another small sign:
~ GO IN PEACE ~
YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.
SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU SINNER -:)