Revolutionary Rants

Because Everything’s Political

One Foot in the grave, sadly

Rest in Peace comrade Foot:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/8547228.stm

He said hello (“hello my dear!”) to me and my Mam once…

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Taisez-vous

I have nothing much to report, as before! Had a lovely birthday, and a horrid cold straight after, both very busy. Recording things on my new Humax box, now have gooseberries and rhubarb on the allotment. Reading lots of Wallander, the new Adrian Mole and occasional dabbles with history. I now realise even very diligent students are not really that busy…

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Merry…

Merry Christmas, Solstice or whatever you may celebarate everyone!

Very grateful here this year as Mr Chicken survived a motorway pile-up on his way to work yesterday and that’s the best present out there, I reckon.

Have a lovely day comrades!

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December

Already December and the end of the year fast approaching. Crikey. Chicken has started his new job, my job has moved in to the big seat-of-local-government-type-building and we’re both very busy. Christmas is nearly here and I still have a few gifts to sort out, but things are mostly done and dusted.

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Storm

We survived the storms, although Ferris and I were quite scared at some points.

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Moz-tastic

Morrissey was surpingly great at the Alley Palley. He made it, alive, and didn’t storm off stage ‘cos someone threw a cup at him. He actually did a whole concert, complete with How Soon Is Now? and it was bloody brilliant. I also got to meet Steve Pemberton or The League of Gentlemen who I thanked for two of my favourite comedies ever (The League and Psychoville).

My brother also saw Russell Brand in the toilets…

We stayed the night after in Brizzel with my younger brother and had a nice evening of Trivial Pursuit and Guess the Intro.

Now we’re home and it is distinctly wintery today. I am debating whether or not to make the Christmas cake or just be plain lazy…

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Breaking the waves (of silence)

No posts for October. Oh dear. I really must get round to deleting this blog, but I hang back from it. I have had it – on-and-off due to a hard drive wipe – since 2003. Nearly as long as I have had Chicken. Gulp.

Well, Paris was lovely. Did loads of tourist things and finally went to Versailles and Ste-Chappell, which was stunningstunningstunning.

Chicken has a new job – hooray for him! He is hoping to start at the end of this month.

This Thursday I am – all being well with his lungs – going to see Morrissey in London. Exciting stuff. I have my finger’s crossed for How Soon is Now? and, of course, There is a Light That Never Goes Out

So, if a ten tonne truck kills the both of us………. This blog will be like a little memorial to me.

What a hideous thought…

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Somethink what I writ

A link to something I have written elsewhere…

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Bee day

I’ve started a evening class. Yes, I am now a fully paid up member of the middle classes, doing a real and proper evening class! It is an Introduction to Bee-keeping, and I am going with my eldest brother as we are pondering on keeping honey bees. We’re going to finsih our ten weeks prior to deciding, but the plight of the honey bee has intrigued us.

Other than that… I am doing lots of training for work, and working hard generally, and blogging hardly at all! I think Chris had a nice birthday, although I had to work and was in Tavistock for a long day. Well, I am sure he had more fun playing Left 4 Dead with his online pals, anyway, but there we go!

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Twenty-five

The first year he opened his presents on the terrace, in the early autumn sunshine below Tourrettes-sur-Loup.

The second was a so-so day in boring Berkshire, with a curry from our favourite take-away.

The third was out in Nice again, with a snazzy dinner at Issautier.

The forth was our first living in sunny Devon, to celebrate he went surfing out a Westward Ho!

Fifth one was fizz and just us.

For the sixth I made a pathetic cloud cake and we had non-pathetic Wellington for our tea (cooked by someone else).

The seventh is tomorrow; he is twenty-five, but I’ve only know him since he was eighteen. Seven birthdays and lots of gifts later, but still Happy Birthday Mr Chicken!

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