Salud, Kids!
Is it just me?
Probably, but yesterday Lindsay H0-HUM-HAN gets a pass, mostly, on the alleged stealing a necklace thing. She has done so many punishable things over the past few years it becomes a little difficult to keep track. Not that I really care to invest that much energy in the twit.
For her latest brush with the law, her HARSH punishment is shocking! Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Cry a tear for her as she must stay inside her house for a couple of weeks and is being forced to do community service, but that's about the size of it.
When some Connecticut kid named, James Tate, taped a prom invitation to a girl, via removable letters, to the side of his high school he is banned from even attending. Oh, the girl said yes, as I am sure you know. This story is everywhere today. It is so ridiculous. Rules are rules, but this seems harsh and makes me think of the punishment handed down to Celebu-idiot, Lindsay.
Celebrity justice vs Ordinary citizens justice!
Gives one pause, huh?
Happily, there has been such an outcry over the ridiculous nature of this high school incident, those two kids will probably be attending the prom in clothes they will come to regret wearing (that's a requirement). Hope they do go, but what I would really like to tell that Tate kid is he isn't really going to miss much if he remains banned.
Proms are nothing to write home about, but when someone does not go they may wonder what they missed. Most people don't tell you...NOTHING special. Remember, these are the same idiots you see at school every day.
More fun? Watching Drew Barrymore telling it like it is...high school that is.
See ya 'round the beaches!!
Check out my eBook, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches, Barnes & Noble, eBook Store.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
HEIDI-DO; I DO, I DO ON PALM BEACH
Salud, Kids!
I know, I know...I continue to yap about the I Do, I Do's.
This time?
Heidi and Seal, well, sealed their marriage vows-AGAIN-in Palm Beach this past weekend. And, why not?
It is sort of ho-hum how they do this EVERY freaking year. Don't get me wrong, I am as happy as a diamond-encrusted island clam for these kids, but please. Every year? Come ON!
SNOOZE and YAWN. We get it...you are IN LOVE and good for you.
Well, if they HAD to chrip their vows to each other they picked an excellent location in this neck-of-the-palms. It was a gorgeous weekend 'round here.
But, Seal should just sing his vows, if you ask me (and they never will)-and she should just sashay up and down the sand like it's a Vic Secret runway!
They do take this renewing vows biz to extremes, but let us go ahead and give 'em credit where credit is due (like they need validation from this blog).
Let me see, where was I? Oh, giving them credit. Uh-huh.
Yes, they are talented, rich, very rich and then richer; they have four kids and if the tabloids have it correct, they do a good job in that department. Oh, they moved the wedding re-deux to Florida this year instead of the usual Mexico for the safety of their brood.
Bummer that I didn't get word of this until after the deed was done, again, for the umpteenth time.
Listen, how cool-super cool, if I had been on my terrace gazing through my binoculars and Heidi and Seal hanging on the beach in wedding costumes came into view.
Wait, that makes it sound like I snoop with my binoculars and you know I would NEVER do such a thing.
See ya (if not Heidi and fam) 'round the beaches!
Check out my eBook, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches, at Barnes and Noble, eBook Store.
I know, I know...I continue to yap about the I Do, I Do's.
This time?
Heidi and Seal, well, sealed their marriage vows-AGAIN-in Palm Beach this past weekend. And, why not?
It is sort of ho-hum how they do this EVERY freaking year. Don't get me wrong, I am as happy as a diamond-encrusted island clam for these kids, but please. Every year? Come ON!
SNOOZE and YAWN. We get it...you are IN LOVE and good for you.
Well, if they HAD to chrip their vows to each other they picked an excellent location in this neck-of-the-palms. It was a gorgeous weekend 'round here.
But, Seal should just sing his vows, if you ask me (and they never will)-and she should just sashay up and down the sand like it's a Vic Secret runway!
They do take this renewing vows biz to extremes, but let us go ahead and give 'em credit where credit is due (like they need validation from this blog).
Let me see, where was I? Oh, giving them credit. Uh-huh.
Yes, they are talented, rich, very rich and then richer; they have four kids and if the tabloids have it correct, they do a good job in that department. Oh, they moved the wedding re-deux to Florida this year instead of the usual Mexico for the safety of their brood.
Bummer that I didn't get word of this until after the deed was done, again, for the umpteenth time.
Listen, how cool-super cool, if I had been on my terrace gazing through my binoculars and Heidi and Seal hanging on the beach in wedding costumes came into view.
Wait, that makes it sound like I snoop with my binoculars and you know I would NEVER do such a thing.
See ya (if not Heidi and fam) 'round the beaches!
Check out my eBook, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches, at Barnes and Noble, eBook Store.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
SLAP A DISCREET LOGO ON THAT SOUP AND SNAP
Salud, Kids!
Foods, foods, foods...I love foods of all sorts, but I can't get always get what I want when I want it. Wait, that sounds somewhat like a Rolling Stones song-but that's another blog.
Food is fun to make, devour and most importantly; photograph. This makes me want to roll my eyes, but I flipped through a media report yesterday outlining inane factoids as to why we crazy types seem to be photographing our food with such frequency.
Basically, the report was appealing to marketing folks to GET ON THAT. In other words, if we idiots are going to be snapping shots of our chow and posting them all over our social network connections, why not emblazon food with a logo. Get it? We click our iPhone camera all around our luscious cupcake and there you see it, the logo for Land-o-Lakes butter (or something), imprinted into the cupcake paper. Start looking for it when your friends post photos...their dinner plate will be subliminally marketing to YOU.
You heard it here, but on to something more interesting (to me).
Here's the deal. I live in Florida, but I sometimes crave delicious and nutritious, (keep your squint-eye to yourself), Tex-Mex. Finding flavorful T-M seems impossible in these parts, so I must settle for a place called, Chipolte semi-fast food and other restaurants claiming to have some relation to Mexican cuisine. They do not. A real dilemma.
Trust me when I tell you there is nothing better than gigantic Chimichangas, chicken tacos, fajitas or enchiladas. Toss in some fresh salsa and homemade tortilla chips and I'm floating on a praline-filled Pinata.
Now, if I want Cuban sandwiches, they are a dime-a-dozen in this neck-of-the-palms and I adore them. Imagine the bread, meat, cheese and pickles. Awesome combination.
As sandwiches go-you can't beat a Cuban, but I long for the fresh aroma of cilantro, lime, chili powder, cayenne pepper and cumin-just to name a few. Of course, cilantro is one of those things you either love or loathe. Place me squarely in the former because I can not get enough of it. Can you imagine fresh Guacamole without it? If you can, I don't want to know anything else about your palate, thankyouverymuch!
My yearning for spices and salsa cause me to conjure up a place in Dallas called, The Mansion on Turtle Creek. Not for Tex-Mex, but the former chef, Dean Faring, made THE most out-of-this-world, Tortilla Soup. They still make it, the last I knew. I miss that soup, heck I just miss dining at The Mansion, but I digress.
This past weekend found me starved for a spoonful of Tortilla Soup, and being short of time, I lugged out the slow cooker, threw ingredients inside and a few hours later...my version of Chef Dean's soup. For absolute perfection you must strain or puree the soup, in case you wanted to know.
So, to answer the question as to why we photograph our food...because we love it!! I would say I find this entire logo-in-food-photos ridiculously dumb, but I've been too busy attempting to discover a way to put my Indiscreetly Us logo, ever so discreetly, on my own creations. I'll have to get back to ya, but I think I've got it!
Stay with me, kids...British Brian will pop in again, very soon.
See ya 'round the beaches.
Check out my ebook, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches, at Barnes and Noble, eBooks.
Monday, May 9, 2011
LOVELY, LUSTY MONTH OF MAY
Salud, Kids!
Here we are in May, so I bring you...Camelot.
See ya 'round the May beaches!!
Here we are in May, so I bring you...Camelot.
See ya 'round the May beaches!!
Friday, May 6, 2011
HEY JUDE, ANOTHER BRITISH WEDDING
Salud,
Kids, I suppose you have heard the news that another wedding is on the horizon.
No, it is not HAWT Pippa and HRH Harry, but they do look fab together.
This time around, for the third time, it is one of the Fab Four, Sir Paul McCartney.
Come on, let's honor him with my favorite Beatles song. Well, one of 'em.
Not to brag, okay, I am-it was a thrill to meet this giant in the entertainment industry and hang out backstage with him. Gaz and I were jazzed, to say the least.
All I can say about that evening...Baby, I'm Amazed (yeah, it's another one their songs that I just wanted to toss in, but we really were...amazed).
Congratulation to Sir Paul...now go on have a Merry Mother's Day weekend!
See ya 'round the beaches.
Kids, I suppose you have heard the news that another wedding is on the horizon.
No, it is not HAWT Pippa and HRH Harry, but they do look fab together.
This time around, for the third time, it is one of the Fab Four, Sir Paul McCartney.
Come on, let's honor him with my favorite Beatles song. Well, one of 'em.
Not to brag, okay, I am-it was a thrill to meet this giant in the entertainment industry and hang out backstage with him. Gaz and I were jazzed, to say the least.
All I can say about that evening...Baby, I'm Amazed (yeah, it's another one their songs that I just wanted to toss in, but we really were...amazed).
Congratulation to Sir Paul...now go on have a Merry Mother's Day weekend!
See ya 'round the beaches.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
SLOELY ON COURSE WITH GIN AND VODKA
Salud, Kids!
Today I freely admit when British Brian tossed the word sloe into a blog post the other day I was, well, slow. I did not recognize the name and thought it conjured up an image of a slug.
You may be shocked by this admission as I frequently toss in random thoughts on lovely libations of all sorts. And, don't we all adore libations? If you don't, get thee to another blog, because today Brian sets me on the sloe course.
Go on, judge me harshly for being slow on sloe.
But, I'm an authority now, so you kids can put a lid on your judgment. Yep, my friend, Brian of Bath, has straightened me out, not to mention made me really envious with how he has a personal relationship with that crazy sloe!
Read on and be jealous along with me.
Best part?
Avoiding those pesky alcohol taxes! What a drag to be heavily taxed on something so deliciously wicked, right?
Oh, one more thing. The photo today is not from Brian's collection, but it is Sloe Gin. Told you I am now an authority on the topic.
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Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kingdom
All rights reserved and copyrighted
The Sloe is the fruit of the Blackthorn (Prunus Spinosa).
Blackthorn is very common in hedges in the UK.
Sloes are a small greenish/blue plum like fruit with an acid flesh and a bitter skin.
So far, this may not sound very promising - but although it is very bitter if eaten raw; if preserved in alcohol, made into jams, or wine; it has a very full plum like taste.
In the UK sloe gin is a drink used in the winter.
You collect and wash sloes, in the autumn, prick them to release the juice, then put them in a container, then top up with Gin (we also use Vodka or Brandy) and add some sugar.
The container is well sealed and then put in a cool place to create it's magic.
By mid winter time, the sloe juice has infused into the alcohol, with a resulting yummy taste.
It certainly "warms the cockles" (I hope this translates!!) - but drink it with care - it is in effect flavoured Gin!
Last year, we made Sloe Vodka, Blackberry Vodka, Sloe wine (you put boiling water on top of a pile of sloes, stir well, leave for a few days, sieve out the sloes, the add a wine yeast to the resultant liquid) - and wait!
I have just realised that with my blog, saying that we have made circa 200 bottles of wine, linked with sloe gin etc, you may think we have a drink problem - not really, but we do like to grow our own food in our garden, deal with surplus fruits and collect free food (sloes and brambles or blackberries) - this is what my family did years ago (when I was a child).
Also, do not forget that the tax on wine/beer is quite high in the UK!
Hope this clears things up.
Brian and Mo
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Stay with us. Brian gets us buzzing...you have to wait to see why!
Today I freely admit when British Brian tossed the word sloe into a blog post the other day I was, well, slow. I did not recognize the name and thought it conjured up an image of a slug.
You may be shocked by this admission as I frequently toss in random thoughts on lovely libations of all sorts. And, don't we all adore libations? If you don't, get thee to another blog, because today Brian sets me on the sloe course.
Go on, judge me harshly for being slow on sloe.
But, I'm an authority now, so you kids can put a lid on your judgment. Yep, my friend, Brian of Bath, has straightened me out, not to mention made me really envious with how he has a personal relationship with that crazy sloe!
Read on and be jealous along with me.
Best part?
Avoiding those pesky alcohol taxes! What a drag to be heavily taxed on something so deliciously wicked, right?
Oh, one more thing. The photo today is not from Brian's collection, but it is Sloe Gin. Told you I am now an authority on the topic.
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Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kingdom
All rights reserved and copyrighted
The Sloe is the fruit of the Blackthorn (Prunus Spinosa).
Blackthorn is very common in hedges in the UK.
Sloes are a small greenish/blue plum like fruit with an acid flesh and a bitter skin.
So far, this may not sound very promising - but although it is very bitter if eaten raw; if preserved in alcohol, made into jams, or wine; it has a very full plum like taste.
In the UK sloe gin is a drink used in the winter.
You collect and wash sloes, in the autumn, prick them to release the juice, then put them in a container, then top up with Gin (we also use Vodka or Brandy) and add some sugar.
The container is well sealed and then put in a cool place to create it's magic.
By mid winter time, the sloe juice has infused into the alcohol, with a resulting yummy taste.
It certainly "warms the cockles" (I hope this translates!!) - but drink it with care - it is in effect flavoured Gin!
Last year, we made Sloe Vodka, Blackberry Vodka, Sloe wine (you put boiling water on top of a pile of sloes, stir well, leave for a few days, sieve out the sloes, the add a wine yeast to the resultant liquid) - and wait!
I have just realised that with my blog, saying that we have made circa 200 bottles of wine, linked with sloe gin etc, you may think we have a drink problem - not really, but we do like to grow our own food in our garden, deal with surplus fruits and collect free food (sloes and brambles or blackberries) - this is what my family did years ago (when I was a child).
Also, do not forget that the tax on wine/beer is quite high in the UK!
Hope this clears things up.
Brian and Mo
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Stay with us. Brian gets us buzzing...you have to wait to see why!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
WHIPPIN' IT, MIXIN' IT, MISSIN' THE TRIANGLE
Salud, Kids!
Stop throwing me the old roll and squint eye.
Loving to cook, I have been wanting to toss flour and stuff (I didn't know what until I found a recipe) into a bowl and whip up a batch of scones (skons, you nit-wits).
So, throwing caution to the wind I found comfort in whipping together flour, sour cream, soda, baking powder and what-have-you. The what-have-you included one entire stick of FROZEN butter, grated on a box grater (using the large holes side).
Do you have ANY idea how difficult it is to grate frozen butter. Wait, it's not that hard, it is simply that your arm grows weary and I was alone in the kitchen at the time. In other words, no help...so, boo-hoo.
Don't tell me I could use a food processor. I wanted to honor tradition and go old school, thank you very much.
Now, things going old-school went off track in a couple of ways.
First, Britt (who was napping while I was baking)does not like raisins, so I had to put cinnamon and sugar on hers.
Second, I could NOT cut the dough into triangles. Don't you dare judge me until you have cut scones into triangles!
Triangles aside, in the end, with the delicious clotted cream (listen, I whipped it up personally, so it is clotted cream if I say so...of course, I am American, so who knows?) and imported strawberry jam combination, they were quite delicious!
See ya 'round the beaches.
Stop throwing me the old roll and squint eye.
Loving to cook, I have been wanting to toss flour and stuff (I didn't know what until I found a recipe) into a bowl and whip up a batch of scones (skons, you nit-wits).
So, throwing caution to the wind I found comfort in whipping together flour, sour cream, soda, baking powder and what-have-you. The what-have-you included one entire stick of FROZEN butter, grated on a box grater (using the large holes side).
Do you have ANY idea how difficult it is to grate frozen butter. Wait, it's not that hard, it is simply that your arm grows weary and I was alone in the kitchen at the time. In other words, no help...so, boo-hoo.
Don't tell me I could use a food processor. I wanted to honor tradition and go old school, thank you very much.
Now, things going old-school went off track in a couple of ways.
First, Britt (who was napping while I was baking)does not like raisins, so I had to put cinnamon and sugar on hers.
Second, I could NOT cut the dough into triangles. Don't you dare judge me until you have cut scones into triangles!
Triangles aside, in the end, with the delicious clotted cream (listen, I whipped it up personally, so it is clotted cream if I say so...of course, I am American, so who knows?) and imported strawberry jam combination, they were quite delicious!
See ya 'round the beaches.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
DRINKING SLOES; BEES AND CROQUET
Salud, Kids!
Wow, how to thank the amazing posts from Brian on all things William, Catherine and that fabulous ceremony.
Wills and Kate (let's go ahead and keep calling 'em that) are now back to normal (meaning they live royally and we don't) and she has that ring.
I have to say this missive from Brian in Bath, is my absolute favorite. The subject line said it could be his last missive of the day. Guess what? It was and I don't blame him a bit.
Man, it sounded like they were having a total blast!
Read on and see what I'm talking about, but what in hell is sloes?
Oh, the invitation he extends later on in the post? For us...NOT YOU!
Cheers...
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Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kingdom
All rights reserved and copyrighted
Wine - sparkling or home made?
Well, we've just got back home after celebrating the wedding with the family - our family that is!
We drank sparkling wine and now we are back at home, tasting my home made wine that I made last year.
I have over 30 gallons (possibly some 200 bottles of wine) made from Apples, Plums, Grapes, Medlars, Quince and Sloes.
So far I have bottled some of this wine - I can tell you (and others agree) that it tastes excellent (but a bit on the sweet side, making it taste like sherry).
I have tested the alcohol content and it is circa 15% strength (like a sherry or martini). So, we drink it at home.
I will keep some to one side for when you visit us!!
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Now the Big Day is over - Let it rain; sister!
We have had little or no rain for some time, so we have been watering our garden - Mo does the flowers and I do the vegetables and fruit.
I might strike forth on gardening in the near future - any interest?
Busy bees like our good weather.
My bees have been working overtime the last few weeks - the good weather and sunshine makes then very active.
Yesterday I inspected my hive - that means I donned my protective clothing (you've seem Mo's pictures) and opened up the hive to have a good look around.
Plenty of honey is being stored - and it tastes mmmmmm.
More about bees in the future.
Croquet.
Mo and I have started to play Croquet - so we look our best dressed all in white
Once I get a chance I will wax lyrical on croquet.
Love to all - remind folks to get in touch via your site.
Brian and Mo
Wow, how to thank the amazing posts from Brian on all things William, Catherine and that fabulous ceremony.
Wills and Kate (let's go ahead and keep calling 'em that) are now back to normal (meaning they live royally and we don't) and she has that ring.
I have to say this missive from Brian in Bath, is my absolute favorite. The subject line said it could be his last missive of the day. Guess what? It was and I don't blame him a bit.
Man, it sounded like they were having a total blast!
Read on and see what I'm talking about, but what in hell is sloes?
Oh, the invitation he extends later on in the post? For us...NOT YOU!
Cheers...
##
Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kingdom
All rights reserved and copyrighted
Wine - sparkling or home made?
Well, we've just got back home after celebrating the wedding with the family - our family that is!
We drank sparkling wine and now we are back at home, tasting my home made wine that I made last year.
I have over 30 gallons (possibly some 200 bottles of wine) made from Apples, Plums, Grapes, Medlars, Quince and Sloes.
So far I have bottled some of this wine - I can tell you (and others agree) that it tastes excellent (but a bit on the sweet side, making it taste like sherry).
I have tested the alcohol content and it is circa 15% strength (like a sherry or martini). So, we drink it at home.
I will keep some to one side for when you visit us!!
##
Now the Big Day is over - Let it rain; sister!
We have had little or no rain for some time, so we have been watering our garden - Mo does the flowers and I do the vegetables and fruit.
I might strike forth on gardening in the near future - any interest?
Busy bees like our good weather.
My bees have been working overtime the last few weeks - the good weather and sunshine makes then very active.
Yesterday I inspected my hive - that means I donned my protective clothing (you've seem Mo's pictures) and opened up the hive to have a good look around.
Plenty of honey is being stored - and it tastes mmmmmm.
More about bees in the future.
Croquet.
Mo and I have started to play Croquet - so we look our best dressed all in white
Once I get a chance I will wax lyrical on croquet.
Love to all - remind folks to get in touch via your site.
Brian and Mo
KATE'S VILLAGE KEEPS IT REAL
Salud, Kids!
William and Catherine, Duke and Duchess that they are, as married as can be, and her village could not be more proud.
Brian Wilson, our correspondent on all things wedding...and he is NOT at fault for these posts being published on Sunday instead of before...sends us some fun facts and photos.
I appreciate the fact that some of the locals made the scene at the Abbey. Catherine, staying grounded, for the time being at least. Will it last? Time will tell, but let us hope so.
One thing I especially about this local celebration was the popping of the corks.
Read on, kids!
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Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kingdom
Kate Middleton's parents live in the small village of Bucklebury - just 50 miles from London - the village where Kate spent her childhood and where she came home to.
So, you can guess the villager's pride and the Big Day had been anticipated for months.
They had set up a big marquee so that hundreds of people could cheer and celebrate when Kate said "I will."
Picnickers popped corks and poured champagne into plastic flutes, while children sat cross-legged at the front of thew crowd, transfixed by the pageantry.
Jane Johncock, who has lived in the Berkshire village for 24 years, said: "The wedding ceremony was brilliant, it was very emotional and I am overwhelmed.
"It was just beautiful."
The festivities in Bucklebury are a very English country life affair.
The colourful and jingling Kennet Morris Men perform one their fertility dances, called Haste To The Wedding, for the local girl and her husband-to-be.
The village green, nestled amid sprawling country lanes, majestic oak trees and grand rural homes, is dotted with marquees selling the local ale, enclosures with ducks, goats and donkeys, and the aroma of hog roast wafting through the air.
Some villagers could not be in the marquee - several were invited to the royal wedding, including Martin Fidler who runs Bladebone butcher as well as John Haley and his partner, Pam Brown, who run the Old Boot Inn in nearby Stanford Dingley, were also at Westminster Abbey.
The clouds overhead looked ominous but they came to nothing as the rain kept away so nothing dampened spirit of these very proud villagers.
Love to everyone over there from over here.
Brian and Mo
William and Catherine, Duke and Duchess that they are, as married as can be, and her village could not be more proud.
Brian Wilson, our correspondent on all things wedding...and he is NOT at fault for these posts being published on Sunday instead of before...sends us some fun facts and photos.
I appreciate the fact that some of the locals made the scene at the Abbey. Catherine, staying grounded, for the time being at least. Will it last? Time will tell, but let us hope so.
One thing I especially about this local celebration was the popping of the corks.
Read on, kids!
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Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kingdom
Kate Middleton's parents live in the small village of Bucklebury - just 50 miles from London - the village where Kate spent her childhood and where she came home to.
So, you can guess the villager's pride and the Big Day had been anticipated for months.
They had set up a big marquee so that hundreds of people could cheer and celebrate when Kate said "I will."
Picnickers popped corks and poured champagne into plastic flutes, while children sat cross-legged at the front of thew crowd, transfixed by the pageantry.
Jane Johncock, who has lived in the Berkshire village for 24 years, said: "The wedding ceremony was brilliant, it was very emotional and I am overwhelmed.
"It was just beautiful."
The festivities in Bucklebury are a very English country life affair.
The colourful and jingling Kennet Morris Men perform one their fertility dances, called Haste To The Wedding, for the local girl and her husband-to-be.
The village green, nestled amid sprawling country lanes, majestic oak trees and grand rural homes, is dotted with marquees selling the local ale, enclosures with ducks, goats and donkeys, and the aroma of hog roast wafting through the air.
Some villagers could not be in the marquee - several were invited to the royal wedding, including Martin Fidler who runs Bladebone butcher as well as John Haley and his partner, Pam Brown, who run the Old Boot Inn in nearby Stanford Dingley, were also at Westminster Abbey.
The clouds overhead looked ominous but they came to nothing as the rain kept away so nothing dampened spirit of these very proud villagers.
Love to everyone over there from over here.
Brian and Mo
UNION JACKS, CAVIS AND CORGIS
Salud, Kids!
You know you want to see how the dogs brought it for William and Catherine (as they spell her name with a C, shouldn't they call her Cat?!
Kids, Brian Wilson, ever the giving keeper of British-Bees, red socks (more on that someday) and fabulous waistcoats (ditto)...sent us these divine snaps.
Pictures just say it, right?
To answer his question as to some snipping that Brits are boring. Never! Not in a million!! I say this with authority after sharing time aboard the Queen V with some very unboring British, well, Brits.
Oh, look VERY closely at that sweet little black canine. Yep, Cavalaier King Charles Spaniel. My fave, naturally.
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Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kindgom
All rights reseerved and copyrighted.
Even the corgis got in on the act!
And what about this special flag waver?
This is not me!!
But what does he do if he want to"pee"?
Who said that Brits were boring, formal and "straight laced?
All photos from the BBC web site.
brian@europaassociates.co.uk
You know you want to see how the dogs brought it for William and Catherine (as they spell her name with a C, shouldn't they call her Cat?!
Kids, Brian Wilson, ever the giving keeper of British-Bees, red socks (more on that someday) and fabulous waistcoats (ditto)...sent us these divine snaps.
Pictures just say it, right?
To answer his question as to some snipping that Brits are boring. Never! Not in a million!! I say this with authority after sharing time aboard the Queen V with some very unboring British, well, Brits.
Oh, look VERY closely at that sweet little black canine. Yep, Cavalaier King Charles Spaniel. My fave, naturally.
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Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kindgom
All rights reseerved and copyrighted.
Even the corgis got in on the act!
And what about this special flag waver?
This is not me!!
But what does he do if he want to"pee"?
Who said that Brits were boring, formal and "straight laced?
All photos from the BBC web site.
brian@europaassociates.co.uk
GETTIN' HITCHED, WEDDING GLITCHES AND ONE FROM BRIAN
Salud, Kids!
Yes, I am still yapping about the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge gettin' hitched.
And, no, there were no glitches in THAT little soiree. Okay, there were a couple, but who's counting. Probably that mighty-stead and his rider who took a tiny tumble while riding shotgun for the D and D. But, that's another blog.
Kids, the best keeper of bees in all of the United Kingdom sent me loads of fabulous fodder for the blog, but we were bamboozled (technical) with all sorts of glitches and unable to bring them to ya.
Never fear, we are gonna.
Not to bore you with all the dreary details of my glitches...okay, just one, but it's a doozy.
Having dvr'd all things nuptials, I settled in with trusty hound (she's not really, but I needed even more drama here), luscious java and the remote control...British Brian's notes raring to go.
Much to my chagrin, the station we selected did, and excuse me here, a PISS and I mean PISS POOR JOB of wedding coverage. More specifically, they did a picture-in-picture with LOCAL COVERAGE outranking the wedding. In other words, the LOCAL NITWITS NEWS ANCHORS talked OVER the wedding. OVER IT. The use of caps will tell you that I was livid and livider (made that one up). Furious me.
Therefore, I spent all afternoon and into the evening, with MAJOR assistance from barrister-in-training, B, gathering weddingdata from various and sundry internet sites. It was a BITCH.
Bored yet?
Thought so. Therefore, I will shuffle away from my other glitches and bring you, FINALLY, the entertaining posts from Brian, over there in Eng-LAND. I wanted to emphasize that he gives us views from a real Brit, not half-ass ramblings from half-ass Yanks.
Yes, what's done is done, but go ahead and tip our hats to him and give devote one last day to wedding festivities.
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APRIL 29, 2011
Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kingdon
All rights reserved and copyrighted
Things have started!
At 8.30 in the morning the congregation started to arrive at the Abbey.
London's hairdressers must have been up all night as people arrived at such an early hour in all their finery with immaculate hair.
Naturally all eyes were on the ladies who had a "freer hand" to choose what to wear.
Again us Brits showed that we are not "straight laced" - colourful dresses was evident ,with Kate's "trademark" factinators well in evidence.
Us chaps had less choice as the dress code was formal, or even morning dress (that means a tail coat) - but, if looked carefully you could see many waistcoats (sorry vests for my US readers) were colourful, yet restrained.
(Pam/Gaz - you know the sort of waistcoats I mean - but red socks will definitely not be on the list!).
More later - Brian and mo
MORE POSTS TO COME!!
Yes, I am still yapping about the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge gettin' hitched.
And, no, there were no glitches in THAT little soiree. Okay, there were a couple, but who's counting. Probably that mighty-stead and his rider who took a tiny tumble while riding shotgun for the D and D. But, that's another blog.
Kids, the best keeper of bees in all of the United Kingdom sent me loads of fabulous fodder for the blog, but we were bamboozled (technical) with all sorts of glitches and unable to bring them to ya.
Never fear, we are gonna.
Not to bore you with all the dreary details of my glitches...okay, just one, but it's a doozy.
Having dvr'd all things nuptials, I settled in with trusty hound (she's not really, but I needed even more drama here), luscious java and the remote control...British Brian's notes raring to go.
Much to my chagrin, the station we selected did, and excuse me here, a PISS and I mean PISS POOR JOB of wedding coverage. More specifically, they did a picture-in-picture with LOCAL COVERAGE outranking the wedding. In other words, the LOCAL NITWITS NEWS ANCHORS talked OVER the wedding. OVER IT. The use of caps will tell you that I was livid and livider (made that one up). Furious me.
Therefore, I spent all afternoon and into the evening, with MAJOR assistance from barrister-in-training, B, gathering weddingdata from various and sundry internet sites. It was a BITCH.
Bored yet?
Thought so. Therefore, I will shuffle away from my other glitches and bring you, FINALLY, the entertaining posts from Brian, over there in Eng-LAND. I wanted to emphasize that he gives us views from a real Brit, not half-ass ramblings from half-ass Yanks.
Yes, what's done is done, but go ahead and tip our hats to him and give devote one last day to wedding festivities.
##
APRIL 29, 2011
Contributed by: Brian Wilson
United Kingdon
All rights reserved and copyrighted
Things have started!
At 8.30 in the morning the congregation started to arrive at the Abbey.
London's hairdressers must have been up all night as people arrived at such an early hour in all their finery with immaculate hair.
Naturally all eyes were on the ladies who had a "freer hand" to choose what to wear.
Again us Brits showed that we are not "straight laced" - colourful dresses was evident ,with Kate's "trademark" factinators well in evidence.
Us chaps had less choice as the dress code was formal, or even morning dress (that means a tail coat) - but, if looked carefully you could see many waistcoats (sorry vests for my US readers) were colourful, yet restrained.
(Pam/Gaz - you know the sort of waistcoats I mean - but red socks will definitely not be on the list!).
More later - Brian and mo
MORE POSTS TO COME!!
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