grimaces gripes and plaudits

…Eeeh it certainly felt like it. In to work for seven am. and nothing much to do except click my heels.
Easier said than done for me as it ‘appens.

I did attempt to wash and artic without the benefit of soap suds / detergent….a waste of time but that’s what today was all about. Anyway I was home for one pm. and a last trip to Morrison’s to pick up  a few last minute essentials – Abbot Ale , Brandy, some more wine and you’ll never gues what else – Cherry B.

Wallet’s eyes lit up as her gaze caught them on the bottom shelf. Quite a throwback to our youthdom is Cheery ‘B’ An inhibition loosener but we’ll draw a veil over that. I thought they’d stopped brewing those years ago. We spilt one all over me Nana’s three piece suite one night back in 1970. Happy daze for Wallet though as it was her third!

Had to call at the sorting office again early doors to pick up my Christmas present from Muriel the mutha-in-law. God Bless her…I’ve really made her pony stretch  a long way this year with ‘Ice Cold in Alex’ on dvd – with the brilliant John Mills and the lovely Sylvia Sims – has a British actress ever looked lovelier?Sweating cobs in Khaki in the back o’that Auld Ambulance it’s one of my favourite war films of all time.
Then there’s been ‘Black Snake Moan’…a potentially seedy movie about a black man (Samuel Jackson) who chains up  as white nymhomaniac in his home…in an effort to salve her soul and make her relent ‘evil’ ways. I admit to opening this early and for the last two nights I’ve fallen asleep watching it. Nope…not even  a hot-panted foul mouthed Alabaman trollope  who spend smost of her time horizontal can keep my eyes open for too long  these days..when I get horizontal it’s all about bo-bo’s.
 
Still, I’m pledged to watch all of it though  before the holiday is over but early impressions are not too clever – I’d heard and read it was pretty good.  Wallet poured scorn on my choice but I’m becoming a bit of a film buff on the quiet and like a range of genres to store on me shelves – I’m like  a a squirrel really – a grey one  I suppose – salting  them away because I know one day I’ll not be able to afford such luxuries. The library is growing, the shelves are straining and if I’m not careful I’ll have to put a new one up – time to stop methinks.

Anyway I eeked out Mu’s money to buy ‘Century City’ which  a handsome tome all about Manchester City football club in the season 1957-8. Remarkable for the fact that they scored over a hundred goals yet were relegated ’cause they conceded over a hundred too!! This is typical of topsy-turvy City and as I was only six years old when this was happening the book will allow me to perhaps fathom out why I decided to start supporting them at all just  a few short years later.

The book is written by Dave Wallace – who edits the renowned ’King of the Kippax’ fanzine. He published the recent review I wrote for Mike Summerbee’s autobiography. Actually Dave rang me other other night to ask me to review more books for the ‘zine. He’s a nice guy and I’m happy to oblige, especially as he’s offered to pay for the subject matter via fanzine funds! Result…. I get to read and write without laying out for the books themselves. I’m due to give opinions on a new book about Malcolm Allison, and Joe Corrigan’s Autobiography which was published recently.

Now I’m home and relaxing in one of my favourite positions – haucnhed over the keyboard with  a glas sof Boddington’s Bitter slowly emptying beside me. Tonight we’re off to Daughter’s  house to see much beloved granddaughter, prospective extensions. Future Son-in-Law and his two children.
Back tomorrow for luncheon and too meet s-i-l’s Mum and Dad for the first time….and vice versa.

Time to feel Christmassey – have a good one yourself.