Buddha's head and fairy lights

It has been an interesting day and this afternoon we had a family barbeque under the canopy I made (showers all day so it was useful), it was a good BBQ I think although we did discover that the gas BBQ had as good as run out and in fact did run out during the cooking. And the instant disposable BBQ’s were in fact rubbish which might explain why they were dead cheap. This did not ruin the event but the masses did start to stir a bit because it took rather a long time to cook everything. Hopefully OK but you know what family are like they are kind and would not say, well that was rubbish.  

Apparently it was father’s day today………… AH that was a bit of a surprise but luckily for me the family got dad a huge silver Buddha head for the garden so he was well happy and we left him saying “A Gottle of Gear”  and reading the Alphabet “A Gee C Gee E Eeeeefff Gee Gayh I Jay Gay L M N O Gee etc” . I still don’t think dad knows its fathers day yet but he cant remember his birthday either so that’s OK.

It is getting late so will keep this very short tonight and go and watch fairy lights…

I was trying to think of BBQ music and for some weird reason the only song I could think of was this one, does this make me mad?

me in dynamic view 

Martha, school dinners, horses, Mr Steven Spielberg and Harry Potter

I do not wish to be grumpy but I have noticed something….. It first started with that Harry Potter and all his wand waving saying silly words, OK it is not his fault after all he is not even real, he is merely a figment of the imagination. He really should have stood up for himself a bit better and made sure he got a cut of the royalties. Anyway the point is everybody loves B******* ********* Harry Potter and he is read by millions Ya Sucks Boo.

Then just as Harry vanished off to settle down in domestic bliss, I thought that nice Mr Steven Spielberg will be thinking of making ‘Rob Z Tobor the movie’ when some sneaky horse turns up and offers him a deal he cant refuse, taking him for a ride in the process. Yes I know I have done all this before, but there is a point.

Today on the wireless and in the newspaper I hear and read of an eight year old girl called Martha whose blog on school dinner has had something like two or three million hits….. WHAT? I am sure Martha is quite a nice little girl; in fact she appears to have got the better of the corporate wheels of the local council, so well done. But as a blogger in the darkest corner of cyberspace what is it with the general public that a blog on school dinner is a smash hit while I’m left with a small band of loyal followers. I say loyal but most of them will desert me for a bar of chocolate or a packet of salted peanuts, Its no good denying it.  So am I downhearted NO although I might mention school dinners a bit more in passing, things like tapioca pudding…… OK maybe not YUK.

OK I have almost finished the makeshift canopy for the family Barbecue tomorrow to protect us from the elements. However in the process I have tried to saw my finger off with a wood saw, dropped a twenty five foot by five inch piece of hazel on my head which also twisted my finger rather badly  and then got stung by some sort of hornet . The good news is everything happened to the same hand so the right hand is just hunky dory. The bad news is I am left handed. 

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The Monty Cardboard Robot Club and the Olympic Sculpture

 I am off out very shortly to a preview to am exhibition where the Cultural Olympian is being exhibited. Strangely this is not the Olympic part of the exhibition but as it is finished it is in there doing its bit (the cardboard Olympian).  I think there was meant to be slightly more Olympic based art in this exhibition but artists are reluctant to do that as the market for such things is rather limited.

the Cultural Olympian  has since moved to the middle of the hall

and quite right too

We are also off to sponsor someone who is off to the far reaches of the world to do good deeds and the like and maybe have a good time; I think you are allowed to do both.

I will try and get a decent photo of the Cultural Olympian as I mingle drinking champagne and eating posh stuff on little crackers….. Ah apparently I am not allowed the champagne …………DAMN I have been informed that The Monty Cardboard Robot Club it tea total which is very unfair bearing in mind I am the only member. It also appears that champagne is not an official Olympic sponsor so I am not allowed to be associated with it, I didn’t have this problem at the International Implausible Gallery of Insubstantial Rationality although not be real very few people turned up and I did get into an argument with that Andy Warhol who was standing on an invisible plinth with Marilyn Monroe sticking his tongue out at me.  

By the Way does this link work for you lot...... it does for me but I have tried it with other blogs and they are not so happy 

 A Jolly Good Link to Me, I think

much later..................

By the way I really don't know who the people are in this picture

they were  at the preview 

So here I am much later having been to the preview where the cardboard sculpture of the Olympic torch bearer otherwise known as the cultural Olympian is now centre stage and having also been to another event to scoff curries and gooey puds with cream and meringue and chocolate. Somehow I also ended up winning a small grey kitten, but after a bit of wheeler dealing I ended up with a rather good bottle of wine and five magic beans…… I don’t drink wine so just as well I got the magic beams really. The dog is muttering something about I should have got magic mushrooms but they are hardly going to grow into a huge beam stalk. And mum has called both me and the dog IDIOTS now?  

rain, hazel, stone paint and H G Wells, the first man in the moon,

yesterday was sunny

 The Ghost writer kindly did a last minute mad dash to get a tin of the stone effect paint for the plinth of the Cultural Olympian today. It was the last tin as it happens, so it better be enough to finish the job. Then after he dropped it off so he could continue his intrepid journeys and I was thinking OK right lets finish this thing off, when it started to rain some serious rain. Im OK with rain but a sculpture made of cardboard is not.  I can’t use spray paint in the house I am banned after accidently spraying the vicar red, it might have been OK if the dog had not sneaked a pair of horns on his head and a pointy tail on him.

Anyway I have now managed to spray the plinth in the garage workshop and spoken to the man that matters and everything will start to fall into place tomorrow. There are many things that are happening tomorrow so it might turn into one of the very very very rare occasions where I an unable to do a daily diary entry, but you can never tell.

To tell the truth I am not entirely sure if this omission will be noticed anyway, so we will see. It does not help that I have single handed been pulling a huge heavy canvas tarpaulin over my improvised hazel structure in torrential rain and high winds. It was decided by the dog that this was the work of an IDIOT as only an IDIOT would try and make something that is not needed when it comes to the nitty gritty, in torrential rain particularly as I can not be sure that the wind and rain will not destroy it before I get the chance to finish it at the weekend.  Dad says he thinks I should have built a steam powered dome based design based on H G Wells, the first man in the moon, not easy to do using Hazel and canvas.

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A cool Trick 

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