August is here and as usual a radical change comes over the countryside. School’s out and countless visitors descend on the towns, villages, beaches and rural areas of the South West. The feel of the local environment changes.
Summer is here. There are burnt bits everywhere and open gardens, outdoor music, fetes and country fairs will be teasing people out to sample the culture of the Jurassic coast and countryside.
However, if you’re thinking of missing out on all the local entertainment on offer by watching tennis, you may want to take heed of a recent piece of advice from University of Greenwich scientists.
Just prior to the war in Iraq I bumped into a real life conspiracy theorist who was suffering from a cold and kept referring to the current Prime Minister as ‘old Toady’. By an extraordinary coincidence I found myself sitting next to him on a train recently, where he both entertained and frightened me with his latest theories.
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Eagle eyed readers may have spotted from the front cover that this is issue number 50.
Someone suggested we celebrate this momentous occasion. 50th birthdays are quite unique and we wondered how many people really celebrate them with any gusto?
There is a feeling of grim resignation now that war has begun. Although the inevitability of it seemed inescapable for so long, many hoped that the madness that seemed to have gripped leaders around the world would somehow, at the last minute, dissipate, and we would be pulled back from the brink.
“Old Toady”, a man with a very pronounced cold explained to me in a shop recently, “should be applauded for bringing the country together!” A vision of a character from Wind in the Willows morphed quickly into the face of the Prime Minister, when the man went on to explain:
When I was young my mother used to express her anger in an old fashioned way. When she came across an injustice or something she thought was very unfair she would say, “It makes me want to spit!” As a race we’ve obviously moved on somewhat in our methods of anger expression.
It’s that time of year again. Dean Martin is crooning about Rudolph in the sitting room, Slade are making merry in the kitchen and S club Juniors are stirring up an awful racket upstairs. The occasional shriek bounces from a bedroom as sellotape and little fingers do battle with Christmas wrapping paper.