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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Redundant on July 12, 2015, 10:20:31 AM
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...to engage in delightful dialogue [or deliver a dastardly diatribe] with the mighty Red, at least for the next three weeks [sighs of relief all round, I know].
Yes, there is a carafe of wine out there with my name on it, or at least there will be when I change my name to "Aspro Krasi" and I will be forced to remain languid on a suitably shaded balcony or terrace as the sun sinks slowly in the western sky.
After today the few remaining verbal skills I have can take a break as I traditionally opt for the English speaking solution to foreign languages, namely hand movements and speaking louder and slower. No doubt the reports of stranded whales on Cretan beaches will increase threefold, and the BBC will report food shortages on Greek Islands, feel free to send a food parcel or two, address it to "Redundant - Crete", I'm sure they will also enjoy the irony.
Weep not dear friends, this is not an end but a beginning [until 5th August, then it'll not be a beginning but an end and I won't be anywhere near the smug git I am right now], there are new chapters soon to be written in the rich tapestry of life, and I for one look forward to reading them as soon as I sober up in the mornings.
Should I succumb in my absence to the Machiavellian machinations of the trolls in the Empire of the Undead [or EU for short], think kindly of me and know that even I, a humble soon to be out of work glorified number cruncher, will have played my part in restoring the cradle of democracy to our bosoms once more.
I leave you with this thought...
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I'm pretty sure he's off on holiday.
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I'm pretty sure he's off on holiday.
Lucky guess
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Yes, I read your post twice and finally mentally reduced it to:
next three weeks ... shaded balcony ... foreign languages ... beaches ... Crete
At this point, understanding dawned.
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Absolutely amazingly apt alliteration, Red.
Let me surmise what Phil was trying say, before he got bogged down in way too much flowery English...
Pished. Back soon. Red.
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Honestly Sandy, if your avatar wasn't already as cool as it is, I'd have you use this one:
(http://rarerborealis.com/wordpressblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/980389.jpg)
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Have a great break, Red. Get well refreshed. Nightly.
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Don't they have the internet in Crete? Or is it just a case of that you have found something better to do...
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As a kid I lived in Broadstairs, and down there there's a secondary school, colloquially known as "Charlie Dicks", named after a writer, Charles Dickens. My parents both taught there.
Anyway, Charlie Dicks was a writer who had frequented the town, (whilst alive). I think he wrote travel guides, amongst other things, because he wrote a guide to the island to which you're travelling, Red, and what you'd be likely to encounter on a visit there.
Crete Expectation I think it was called.
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Did you go to the school that both your parents taught at?
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No - I went to a Grammar School in Ramsgate. 8)
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...and repeat. Back from doing my bit for the Greek economy, and I have to say my wife was clearly on a mission in that regard, half my clothes didn't make it back as a result although at a pinch I could use one or two appropriately designed plaques to cover the essentials. Sorry to hear about Horace, I have a mental image of the back of Horace, and alas the back of his horse also, riding off into the sunset, possibly with Kitty bound up and draped across a pack mule...
Crete was...Crete, fabulous everything and more funny moments than I could possibly deserve, including a wonderful "war museum" in an old guys house, mostly consisting of Airfix models [mostly war planes but oddly including the Bismark] and a shot of Raki at the end, probably should have started with the Raki.
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I'm in Barcelona...wishing I was a Cretin. I have decided Greece now trounces Spain.
The Buttcheeks brigade did a Greek tour once. It consisted of a drive in the hills, some shameless shop outlet promoting, and a visit to a "traditional" Greek homestead. The homestead consisted of a poor wee sun dried local, sitting smoking traditional Benson and Hedges gold, in front of a traditional kitchen with traditional Heinz mayonnaise, looking totally nonplussed as to why circa 60 people had just gate crashed his house. In fairness, there were two gourds outside, so it must have been real.
And there was a goat.
Fun times.
:)
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Goat....what?
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Goat....what?
Goat to be starting somethin
Goat to be starting somethin
Too high to get over...yeah, yeah
Too low to get under...yeah, yeah
8)
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Not Goat as in Greatest Of All Time! :o
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Not Goat as in Greatest Of All Time! :o
If this is Sandy we're talking about, it's more like Greatest of all Twats.
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Not Goat as in Greatest Of All Time! :o
If this is Sandy we're talking about, it's more like Greatest of all Twats.
Hah ! Is that the best you can do ??
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No, it's just the best I need to do. 8)
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Get out of my thread the lot of you, this thread is about me, and Crete and then me again...I will not be de-threaded by goat wielding Neanderthals...
The sunsets were particularly amazing, sinking slowly down behind magnificent Cretan mountains, bathing the sky in a host of blending colours...I was moved to tears on more than one occasion, but that could have been down to the high meat content of my diet at the time...
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Just back from Barcelona...well, last week anyway...and I have to say that I would have much preferred Crete. I love the Greeks (Turks too) and don't think I'll be back to Spain. I've had some great holidays there, but the Greeks (and the Turks) just seem so much nicer. There seemed to be a bit of the "rip-off Britain" attitude creeping in. Just my opinion, of course.
So it'll be Greece or Turkey for me next year, probably. I may even look up an old bar, where I crowned my poor, poor drinking career with a all night (and some of the morning) 10 pint session, and a heap load of singing with a wee Irish duet (called Orchid, I believe) and my bestestest holiday mate, Stavros (no stereotypical names for me !)...Sweet Home Alibama seemed to get particularly murdered, if I remember correctly even faintly !
All together now...Big wheel keeps on turnin,
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I just wrote an entire diatribe, so be grateful I deleted it. I think at this stage if I was to suggest anywhere other than Crete my wife would, well it wouldn't be pretty, which is fine. I'm at an age where I have less desire to seek new adventures, I've seen enough of the world in my time, I know Crete, I love driving along a road where I don't fall off the end after 45 miles, I love the food, the people, the wine, all of which manage to recharge my life batteries for another year. That'll do me.