The rambling diary of an ordinary slightly quirky dodgy artist in the rolling hills of the English Welsh borders, telling the tale of the life of the common man in an uncommon way and also explaining many things about science and the world. Zombies, Monsters and strange mechanical things included by request. Plus some bad Poetry
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
The Olympic Torch, as safe as Bobs Diamonds....
It has been a lovely day today, when I say
lovely I am not referring to the weather as it is still wet and grey although
not cold so that’s OK. Yes we went off to see Auntie Karen and Ian the Musical
Hat Maker, rock hero and very nice chap. It was as always really great to see
them; they live in the rolling hills of Wales in a house full of twists and
turns and steps and small crevices full of interesting things. They have lived
there for a long long time so all of the twists and turns and steps and small
crevices full of interesting things are multilayered with interesting things,
which is the best way to keep interesting things in my opinion. Mr Ian was showing me his internet radio
which is WELL COOL, he even tuned into the local Icelandic radio station which
no one could understand because they were all speaking in Icelandic. But I
think I will need to get one of these radios as radio reception here is not
great even for the basic stations.
Mr Ian the Musical Hat
Maker is famous for his happy smiling face as he whizzes round his designer
kitchen with its myriad of cooking options (electricity, oil, gas, coal,
nuclear and the radar range) and threw together a rather yummy lunch of loads
of different things although mainly vegetarian. However he did have mini scotch
eggs in honour of his Scottish heritage and wafer thin ham that required a
special technique to pick up in honour of Auntie Karen’s heritage, none of us
quite got the hang of picking it up, however we still ate it all.
Mr Ian then told us tales
of things like his attempt to set fire to the local member of parliament with
the Olympic torch when it passed by the nearby town of Welshpool. However he
was stopped by several large men on motorbikes who were smiling and waving to
the crowd. In the end he got away when a
man from the bank tried to get the motorcycle Olympic torch outriders to invest
a small amount of money in a high yield investment scheme which he assured them
was as safe as buying diamonds from his mate Bob…….. AH
He also was telling us
that he had an imposter on the internet once who said that he was Ian the
Musical Hat Maker, But as I said, that is mad why would anyone pretend to be
someone else on the internet…….. Even mum and Auntie Karen said IDIOT?
Auntie Karen has started
making hats, not music hats like Mr Ian but felt hats and they are rather COOL.
She plans to wear them when she plays on stage with her band Hoots which sounds
a bit like Hats (a bit), as I have said in the past Auntie Karen plays the
saxophone. So they are both very musical although Mr Ian rather laments the
good old days when songs were songs and everyone had to be a good musician. But
with a million radio stations on his hi-tech internet radio he can still find a
few things to listen too, even his own songs from time to time.
Anyway Auntie Karen and Mr
Ian thank you for a lovely day it was lovely to see you as always, we hope you
like the gooseberries, red currants and salad from the garden….
anthropomorphic saxophonist robot..... This is a late addition for my very good friend Mr ESB