An anthem for England…
Can I ask everyone who reads my blog to please take the time to visit this page on the Number 10 website and sign the petition to press Tony Blair and his acolytes to give England a national anthem.
We should have one – we have to have one, and soon. Anyone who has cringed when watching David Beckham or Jonny Wilkinson glottaling away with the dire lyrics of ’God Save the Queen’ will surely agree.
’God Save the Queen’ is not the anthem of England, it is the UK anthem. England is a country in its own right – and as such, should have a national song that we can all identify with. Favourites of mine are ’Jerusalem’ or ’I vow to thee my country’…. But I’m not that bothered really what we have, as long as we get one. (Although I’ll draw a line on the ’Birdy Song’ or ’Agadoo’
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Lard news bulletin…
So what about this then? I’ve only just gone and lost over 2 stone since October, that’s all… I’m down to 17st 10lbs! (Not quite a size zero, but I’ve come in another notch on my trouser belt)… Blood pressure is continuing to head south - and I’m not going green and splitting my shirts quite as often as I used to.
Snarling, angry Alfie has turned coolish and chilled - and is adopting a calmer karma towards his fellow human beings. (Well, most of them, anyway)….
So what about this then? I’ve only just gone and lost over 2 stone since October, that’s all… I’m down to 17st 10lbs! (Not quite a size zero, but I’ve come in another notch on my trouser belt)… Blood pressure is continuing to head south - and I’m not going green and splitting my shirts quite as often as I used to.
Snarling, angry Alfie has turned coolish and chilled - and is adopting a calmer karma towards his fellow human beings. (Well, most of them, anyway)….
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Antiques Roadshow eye candy....
OK, did you see me? Last Sunday night on the telly – the Antiques Roadshow from glorious Southport. There I was, stood in a queue to nowhere with the family jewels in my hand, third hot and sweaty loser from the right, just behind the woman having her huge chest expertly examined by the show’s huge chest expert.
I just knew I’d be on – standing around for hours on end, basting gently on regulo 7 in a hall stuffed to the rafters with people, loads of tat, some proper good stuff, Michael Aspel and his faithful crew of make up wizards and those hot, hot TV lights ….
My face really was that orange - and yes, I really wasstanding in a pool of sweat the size of Lake Windermere….
OK, did you see me? Last Sunday night on the telly – the Antiques Roadshow from glorious Southport. There I was, stood in a queue to nowhere with the family jewels in my hand, third hot and sweaty loser from the right, just behind the woman having her huge chest expertly examined by the show’s huge chest expert.
I just knew I’d be on – standing around for hours on end, basting gently on regulo 7 in a hall stuffed to the rafters with people, loads of tat, some proper good stuff, Michael Aspel and his faithful crew of make up wizards and those hot, hot TV lights ….
My face really was that orange - and yes, I really wasstanding in a pool of sweat the size of Lake Windermere….
