Monday, 11 August 2014
Cheeky Chappie Andy Stollery has pledged the grand sum of £250 to the Wivenhoe Royal British Legion if only I would include him in my book Muddy Water what I'm currently writing on board my Boat For My Potplants. I'm already up to Chapter 12 and Hollywood will soon be knocking on my canopy to buy the film rights.
That's very generous of you Andy, but I'm afraid I just could not think of a plot line where you might comfortably fit in.
I was scratching my head (in thought, not the flees) and then he sent me a clue, as per the term STOLLERIED, found in the Urban Dictionary. Honest Guv, it really is there.
That's given me plenty to work on, so now the Legion's dosh is safely in the bag.
Posted by Neil Watson at 04:19
Sunday, 3 August 2014
|The best ever regatta day|
Several people may be nursing their hangovers this morning following what must have been one of the best regattas in the history of regattas.
The sun shone, the wind blew, the band played and Punch punched Judy.
And we were privileged to have been invited to not one but two of the coolest parties, the first being in the afternoon at Denise and Graham's with the best view of the proceedings, and the second being in the evening at Sally and Graham's with the best music performed by Simon.
|Canoe-man Jon and my fellow Haggis Committee member Snod The Sailor|
|Me in between my two favourite ladies (exccept for 'Erindoors, of course)|
|Punch and Judy packed away for another year|
|Great view of the proceedings from Party Number One|
|Great music from Simon at Party Number Two|
Then this morning, whilst taking down the boat bunting, old chum Mark came past and invited me to become his first ever tea guest on his new caravan that he's been building. There's never any shortage of things to get up to around here. Like for instance next January's Burns Night, for which I have a vague recollection of forming The Haggis Committee yesterday with Snod the Sailor.
Posted by Neil Watson at 11:46