Sunday, 30 January 2011
LONDON 1927
Monday, 24 January 2011
Robert Burns's Birthday

It is 250 years since the birth of Robert Burns. He was born on the 25th January 1759.
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect sconner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit:
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect sconner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit:
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Saturday, 8 January 2011
REGENCY POWER AND BRILLIANCE
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Some Recent Pictures Of Kingston upon Thames
Friday, 17 December 2010
The Snow is back!!!!!

I was asked to do some supply teaching yesterday at Thames Ditton Junior School. It's a lovely school I have done some work in before. During the afternoon the snow started to fall, quite heavily, for a short time. When it was time to go home we had a winter wonderland again.
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
JANE AUSTEN'S BIRTHDAY POST



Praise the Lord for making her, and her for all she made!
And while the stones of Winchester, or Milsom Street, remain,
Glory, love and honor unto England's Jane.

, Robert Underwood Johnson
Jane Austen's books, too, are absent from this library. Just that one omission alone would make a fairly good library out of a library that hadn't a book in it.
- Following the Equator

Thursday, 2 December 2010
We have snow in the South 2.12.10
Taking Abi to school this morning we went via our local train station. Here are commuters listening to announcements about cancelled trains. On the Southern Region network, about fifty years ago, they designed a system which uses a third rail. This rail carriers the electrical power line. The trains pick up the power through pads that contact the third rail. Of course in extreme weather conditions like heavy ice and snow the third rail does not work efficiently. Other parts of the country, The Northern Region, use overhead cables. These tend to work better in adverse conditions. And again, other areas use diesel powered trains, which keep going the longest. Deep snow drifts on the tracks are the only thing that stop diesel trains.
My road, outside my house, at 6.30am this morning. I went outside to clear the snow off the car.
Our house in the snow. 6.30am!!!!!!!
Our back garden.
Looking down our road in one direction.
The weather forecast on the telly this morning. The whole of Britain is looking decidedly,WHITE!!!!!!
Our road and some poor bloke walking to work down the middle of the road.

Abi on the way to school.

Abi feeding the guinea pigs before she goes to school. The guinea pigs are very comfortable outside. They have plenty of straw, wood chippings and after Abi has finished, fresh food and water.






