7 November
2013
Today's blog
will be fairly short seeing as I'm falling behind with NANO. If I'm going to
finish it on time now I need to be writing around 2500 words a day; and that is
quite a bit really. Of course, the big worry then is the quality of writing. I
remember reading a Michael Moorcock book once that every so often had three or
four pages NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO ... I gave up on the book the second time I
came across such pages - a rare event for me to do.
Dorktown is
losing yet another pub by the looks of it. The Railway Tavern down by Dorktown
station is set to close because the land lady is being priced out of business.
She is tied to Enterprise Inns and has to buy most of her stock from them. They
sell her an 11 gallon barrel of Carling lager for £130 + VAT. The same barrel
costs £100 from Bookers. Six bottles wine at £32.88 from Enterprise costs just £20 from Bookers. And
those Enterprise prices have been discounted to try to help the land lady remain
in business. I can't work out what Enterprise is up to. If the lass does give
up then they will lose out on the rent the lass pays as well as the amount
raise from the sale of alcohol. If anyone can enlighten me, please do so!
As I said, A
short one today ...
a shot of the River Swale looking towards Richmond.
Funny time
...
An 80-year-old Scotsman went to the
doctor for a check-up.
The doctor was amazed at what good shape the old fellow was in and asked: 'How do you stay in such great physical condition?'
'I am Scottish and I am a golfer,' said the old fellow: 'and that is why I am in such good shape.
I am up well before daylight and out golfing up and down the fairways. I have a wee glass of whisky, and that's it.'
'Well,' said the doctor, 'I am sure that helps, but there has to be more to it. How old was your Dad when he died?
'Who said my Dad died?' The doctor was amazed. 'You mean you are 80 years old and your Dad is still alive? How old is he?'
He is 100 years old,' said the old Scottish golfer. 'In fact he golfed wi' me this mornin', and then we went to the topless beach for a walk and had anither wee dram and that is why he is still alive.
He is a Scot and he is a golfer, too.'
'Well,' the doctor said, 'that is great, but I am sure there is more to it than that. How about your Dad's Dad? How old was he when he died?'
The doctor was amazed at what good shape the old fellow was in and asked: 'How do you stay in such great physical condition?'
'I am Scottish and I am a golfer,' said the old fellow: 'and that is why I am in such good shape.
I am up well before daylight and out golfing up and down the fairways. I have a wee glass of whisky, and that's it.'
'Well,' said the doctor, 'I am sure that helps, but there has to be more to it. How old was your Dad when he died?
'Who said my Dad died?' The doctor was amazed. 'You mean you are 80 years old and your Dad is still alive? How old is he?'
He is 100 years old,' said the old Scottish golfer. 'In fact he golfed wi' me this mornin', and then we went to the topless beach for a walk and had anither wee dram and that is why he is still alive.
He is a Scot and he is a golfer, too.'
'Well,' the doctor said, 'that is great, but I am sure there is more to it than that. How about your Dad's Dad? How old was he when he died?'
'Who said my Grandad is dead?'
Stunned, the doctor asked, 'You mean you are 80 years old and your grandfather is still living! Incredible, how old is he?'
'He is 118 years old,' said the old Scottish golfer.
The doctor was getting frustrated at this point:
'So, I guess he went golfing with you this morning too?' '
No. Grandad couldnae go this mornin' because he is getting married today'
At this point the doctor was close to losing it. 'Getting married!! Why would a 118 year-old bloke want to get married?'
'Who said he wanted to?'
Stunned, the doctor asked, 'You mean you are 80 years old and your grandfather is still living! Incredible, how old is he?'
'He is 118 years old,' said the old Scottish golfer.
The doctor was getting frustrated at this point:
'So, I guess he went golfing with you this morning too?' '
No. Grandad couldnae go this mornin' because he is getting married today'
At this point the doctor was close to losing it. 'Getting married!! Why would a 118 year-old bloke want to get married?'
'Who said he wanted to?'
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