hantsbear: (evil koala)
Eyes are powerful things. With me, just one look from certain pairs of eyes and I fall hopelessly into their power...

Eurovision

May. 11th, 2014 07:47 am
hantsbear: (ABBA)
So, we go to Vienna next year. Can't say I'm that surprised - remember Dana International? Did like the song though. Definitely the year of the beard.

But...

There will be the usual wringing of hands over the UK entry, which was OK, nothing special, but didn't deserve to be as low down the voting as it was. The spectre of political voting will invariably raise its head (let's vote for Russia, then they might not invade us...!!!) but it has always been thus. It's only in the last 15 years or so since more of the former Soviet republics have entered the contest that the playing field has widened considerably. The UK, because of it's contribution to Eurovision is guaranteed a place in the final along with Germany, France, Spain and Italy. But, we seem to rely on merit alone; there are few allies we can rely upon for those coveted "douze points"!

And it amused me greatly that Russia gave Austria 5 points.
hantsbear: (Christmas Koala)
I was stopped in the street yesterday and told that from a distance, I look like BRIAN BLESSED!
hantsbear: (Southern)
Caught the coach down from Coalville to London today and noticed that the franchisee for the coach was a Nottingham firm.  Climbed on board and showed the driver my ticket.  Then noticed that the driver was quite bear-y.  Then realised that I knew said bear - he was a friend of Russ [livejournal.com profile] rock_bear and we'd driven up to Manchester and back with him and his partner a few years ago.  So, of course, on arrival at Victoria Coach Station, managed to get a free hug off the driver.  That's personal service for you!
hantsbear: (In The Park)
I decided I was going to get myself a tablet, so the plan was to go to John Lewis in Leicester on Saturday to review what they had and possibly make a purchase.  I tend to trust John Lewis staff (or colleagues - the chain is run much like a co-operative) know what they are talking about when they give advice.  Unfortunately, the English Defence League were having a demonstration in the city center and Best Beloved forbade me from traveling there.

So, instead, made a trip out to Nottingham instead.  I still miss Nottingham - I moved away about 4 years ago now.  I know that a lot of places around there have memories of [livejournal.com profile] rock_bear but there are loads of memories I created for myself there.  None the less, as I entered the Victoria Centre, I gave a growl of supplication.  The John Lewis in Nottingham had got tablets in stock and, even better, the cute furry salesman who has been there years and, I think, sold me a camera once.

Only problem is, stayed up late last night playing with new toy.  Oh well, will just have to sleep on the coach this morning as I head down to The Smoke to meet [livejournal.com profile] albadger...
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] furr_a_bruin at Great Maker, I'm old.... and also [livejournal.com profile] osodecanela


Crossposted from http://furr-a-bruin.dreamwidth.org/915330.html; you may comment there using OpenID.
hantsbear: (ABBA)
So, the annual Eurovision steeplechase is over for another year, amid cries of "political voting" from the UK.  Ok, I (finally) admit there is a lot of it going on - the Baltics will vote for each other, the Scandinavians will vote for each other, the former Yugoslavians will vote for each other and the former Soviets will vote for each other.  This to the tune of t' other half smugly sitting on the other sofa with that "told you so" look on his face.  It seems to get past that you have to have something that stands out; that gets noticed.  Or 6 babushkas.  Unfortunately, a 76 year old Vegas cabaret artist just doesn't cut the mustard.  Still, I won a tenner for the said babushkas coming second.  And hopefully Jedward will learn their lesson and never disgrace Eurovision with their presence again - unless this is a deliberate strategy from RTE not to win!!!
hantsbear: (pain)
I don't know why, but every time I have a day that ends with me feeling severely p*ssed off, I invariably end up at the local McDonalds in Oldbury.  Usually, I avoid "Mucky D's" like the plague - my fast food of choice over here is KFC.  However, there's something about being in a foul mood that sends me somehow to those golden arches.  Mind you, I do like their chocolate shakes even if I can feel my arteries clogging with their artery hardening wallpaper paste-ishness as my cheeks collapse to suck the last globules from the cup...!
hantsbear: (Where Are We Going?)
...happened to me on the way back from the cinema.  A group of teenagers passed me, and as they passed one of them shouted "Oi, mate you look like a teacher!"  For some reason I turned laughing and said "A teacher?  If only my life was that exciting!"  It amused me all the way to the bus stop.

And got me thinking.  I might be merely a public servant, but I have had an exciting life... leastways, there's been plenty of sex in the last twelve years...

And there's still life in the old dog yet - it's just that the pause button is set for the moment.
hantsbear: (MeMe!)
MAH ICONS.

default oldest newest
saddest happiest angriest
cutest sexiest funniest
fave ship fave fandom fave animated
best quote best textless best stolen idea
use the most favorite

HOW MANY ICONS DO YOU HAVE: 141
OUT OF HOW MANY AVAILABLE ICONS SPACES: 146
IF YOU COULD BUY SPACE FOR MORE, WOULD YOU: Nah...
DO YOUR ICONS MAKE A STATEMENT: Yup
WHAT FANDOM DO YOU HAVE THE MOST ICONS OF: Doctor Who

DO THE MEME.
Coding can be found here
hantsbear: (Hairy Bikers!)
hantsbear: (Marsupial Pride)

Earworm!!!

Jul. 20th, 2011 07:51 pm
hantsbear: (bjorn)
This is all my dear darling little sister's fault.  Bearing in mind she is currently living in Sweden and my predisposition for things Swedish, during one phone call, she mentioned that the show Allsång på Skansen was due to start on SVT1 the following week and that the Benny Andersson Orkester would be on.  I went to the SVT website the following week and found a live feed on their play.svt.se website.  And watched the programme live.  However, during the phone call to little sis, she mentioned that my niece had been following a group called The Moniker.  Who were on the following week...


Quite the furry little f*cker!!!  Although, when he originally sang this in this year's Melodifestivalen, he was bald.

Anyroadup, I ordered the album and it arrived today.  An interesting mixture of styles - quite Badly Drawn Boy at times...
hantsbear: (Marsupial Pride)
hantsbear: (Value Tardis)
Bloody typical.
I mean, my frequent sojourns to the US have passed without remark; indeed, even my voice changes so that I attempt to blend into my surroundings.  However, my friends Karen and Keith went over to LA a couple of weeks ago - first time to the USA for both of them.  Their vacation began with attending Gallifrey - a Doctor Who convention - held at the LAX Marriott.  And what happens?  Keith manages to appear on national coast-to-coast television.  In the following clip from The Late Late Show, about 2'52"



The corpse.  Keith.
Oy gevalt.
(Okay, so my friend Jean gets her face on the screen as red-haired-fan-on-the far-right...)
hantsbear: (Hairy Bikers!)
...overheard this evening during the signing.
hantsbear: (evil koala)
So, Friday was my birthday surprise from Best Beloved.  I had no idea where we were going when we started out - heading towards the M6 - that could mean north or south.  We headed north.  Initially.  Oooh, the Lake District or the very south of Scotland thinks I.  Nope.  We turn west on to the M54, then switched to the A5.  "You'll never guess!" he grinned.

Eventually, we got to Porthmadog on the west coast of Wales and he revealed his plans.  Apparently, he had already planned this trip when he asked me where in the UK I wanted still to visit.  And was pleased when I said that this area was one I wanted to explore.  So explore we did.  Okay, so finding an evening meal was a little difficult out of season, and a lot of attractions had that faded winter closure about it, but we explored.  Including a trip to Portmeirion.  Mode of transport was less than conventional...

We spent the rest of the time driving up and down the coast, visiting villages with more than their fair share of consonants in their name.  And, natrually, we had to visit...
hantsbear: (God Jul!)
Those crazy Finns.  From the people who brought you the "Rare Exports" shorts (here), a full length.  Be afraid.  Be festively afraid.

So...

Nov. 17th, 2010 08:50 am
hantsbear: (3D Me!)
A Royal Wedding has been announced - venue to be announced.  It's hardly going to be Cheam Registry Office, is it?
hantsbear: (Hairy Bikers!)
So, I was at the Stone Food and Drink Festival on Sunday - Stone happens to be about 4 miles down the road from the village where I was born; indeed, my birth was recorded at the Registrar in Stone.  But I digress.

The real reason for going to the festival was that certain hirsute TV chefs were doing their thing.  As supporters of the festival, Stephen and I had front row seats for their demonstration.  Dave was preparing Venison with Bubble and Squeak, Candied Shallots and a Sloe Gin glaze.  Si was preparing Black Pudding with Apple, Scallops and a Champagne sauce.  Recipes in "The Hairy Bikers Food Tour of Britain".  Or ask me nice and I will e-mail.

Anyroadup, Dave realises that he will need to cook the venison for 8 minutes and searches the audience for someone to time the roasting.  He scans and his eyes fall upon...

"Ah, Koala!"

Meanwhile, Si is making various threats - "You'd better get this right!"

"Trust me," I smile sweetly.

So, the venison is committed to the oven and I start my stopwatch, being heckled occasionally by Si.  I give a shout at eight minutes and the venison is removed from the oven.  However, Dave discovers that his oven was switched off, so, with 10 minutes of the demo left, they put the venison in Si's (working) oven, and request my services again.  Which I duly provide.  Eight minutes later, the venison is removed from the oven and tested.  It is declared perfect by The Hairy Ones.  At which point, Si, leaves the stage, commands me to stand up and plants a kiss on my forehead.  And I got a round of applause.

Not that it's gone to my head or anything...

Gratuitous photo of Si trying to seduce the audience... )

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