Manchester, Over Almost Before It's Begun?

Darrell's visit to Manchester was over almost before he'd had a chance to catch his breath .....

...... however, he really didn't want to linger for too long, no matter how tempting ......

....... because we've still got a few things to arrange for our glorious "meet up" on the horizon with our beloved Seaside Karen and Pharmacy Michelle in Southport.

So apart from the theatre and his hotel, he didn't venture far ......

...... with special thanks to Booking.Com for which questions have now been forwarded to Parliament, asking why his payment hadn't been forwarded to said hotel, resulting in him losing his coveted double bed for bunks (it's a looooooong story), which, no doubt, Eric would have loved!!!

Though Darrell normally embraces any sort of hotel experience, this time, it was sadly tarnished, especially with the thought of having to untangle the situation when he returned home, he says he's heart really wasn't in it! 

On the plus side, the Costa round the corner served a most excellent, gigantic, two handled, spiced chia to help quell his frustrations ......

...... and he found two chance Aero Pistachio bars in a nearby shop on the way .....

..... where it would have been rude not to make a considered purchase, for I'm sure a very insightful review, when we can find five minutes ............. or perhaps we could do it in Southport with SK and PM, now that really would be a first!!! 

Darrell Enjoys The Undeniable And Stupendous Talents Of Liberace and Liza Dans Manchester.

Although Darrell has long been known for his love of a good candelabra and the odd sequin, he's only recently become a humungous (I'd say, perhaps a little obsessed) fan of Liberace and Liza, two hugely multitalented entertainers, who simply popped up one day on his Facebook feed, but, believe me, from there on in he was hook, line and sinkered, never dreaming that, as they are based miles away across the pond, he'd ever get to see them perform in person  .......

Liberace & Liza – A Tribute – Hope Mill Theatre

..... so imagine the complete state of flux he was in, when he found out that they were actually coming, in real life, to the UK. Let's just say he had a full on attack of the vapours, wearing out several large paper bags trying to stabilise his breathing!! 

Once suitably composed (it took a while, believe me), but still visibly palpitating, he somehow managed to secure a front row seat for one of their shows in Manchester, and to be honest, there was no doing with him until he left on Friday morning, hotel and train tickets also secured.  

He also took a bag of the finest M & S comestibles he could muster, to drop off at the theatre for their dressing room, thinking that with such a busy itinerary they might be left wanting as to the pleasures of a few British treats, to wit the custard cream, shortbread finger, Percy Pig, chocolate digestives, walnut whip and naturally, a few packets of Marmite crisps. What is he like?

And feeling sufficiently emboldened, messaged their page to let them know he'd left them, along with a card to wish them well.

The night was, as you can imagine ...... EMOTIONAL, in capital letters.  The venue was small and intimate, with both stars swishing within an inch of him as they left the stage area. He checked the floor in the hope of finding just one dropped sequin, but it was not to be. He says, he'll never be the same! There were two, well deserved standing ovations, never has Pink Pony Club been sung with such feeling, emotion and gusto as an encore! Throughout the evening the piano playing was phenomenal, the singing absolutely out of this world, as well as leaving Darrell's poor sides aching from all the laughter.  If he could have done it all again, he said, he'd have done it in a heart beat, but this time in super slow motion so as to savour every single second.

But little did he know that that wasn't quite the end of his evening  ....... 

......... because when he got back to his hotel and checked his phone, there was a thank you message from Liberace and Liza, aka David and Jillian themselves, accompanied by a picture of them with their Percy Pigs Snouts ........

....... at that, poor Darrell didn't know where to put himself!

The previous emotions of the night and performance were now multiplied a thousand fold! Darrell may never fully recover!

On top of that Liberace and Liza will be returning to the UK in August, to "do" the whole of the Edinburgh Fringe, sadly too far and expensive (hotel wise) for Darrell (it really would cost more than our next Greek Oddity), but he's still started saving, because he's got a funny feeling in his water after that, they will be returning to these shores again and this time he's going to take all of us with him, with the proviso that we all don sequins and brush up on our Gershwin and the real Liberace and Lisa autobiographies, happy, happy days!

Photos & Video - Liberace and Liza

A Greggs Sausage Roll, Every Little Helps Now And Again

As you most probably know we are all extremely partial to the odd roule a la saucisse......

...... and Darrell, we have to say, makes a pretty mean aforementioned meaty pastry snack ......

....... however, sometimes, when we're in the zone, a bit like pancakes on Pancake Day, no matter how hard he tries, he simply can't keep up with the demand ........

...... which is why, to give the poor fella a bit of a break now and again from a well floured rolling pin and egg wash .......

...... we occasionally supplement the freezer with the odd box or two or three of Greggs sausage rolls, exclusive to Iceland (the shop not the country), especially when they are on offer, to help him out! 

Obviously,  they are not as good as Darrell's personally hand made version, but when demand is higher than usual and often unexpected, like if we decide to go on an impromptu picnic, they come a pretty close second.......

.......  and thankfully, it has to be said, that Darrell has never been one to be overly precious when it comes to shedding the comestible load now and again, as far as his sausage rolls are concerned ........

...... BUT ....... if we ever dared mention a substitute vol au vent of any shape, size or filling, we know we'd be heading for seriously troubled waters, Darrell's vol au vents are ............ sacrosanct and no one ever messes with them!  What is he like?

Check You Crackers Carefully!

Darrell, like we all do, had put away and forgotten all about the little "toy" he had pulled in his cracker at Christmas, until, that is, he stumbled upon it again when he was having a bit of a spring clean in his drawers.........

..... and now, he is like a dog that has found a bone, two balls, a stick and a muddy puddle, all on the same walk.

And, it wasn't a dice, a wiggly fortune telling fish or a single false finger nail, it was something far more exciting (and me thinks, expensive), to wit, one of those confidential, roller stamp thingys that hide your identity, address etc. when your discarding old mail!  How brilliant is that?

Needless to say, he's been rollering like there's no tomorrow, trust me our identity etc. has been pretty well obliterated and he's now champing on the bite for Rob our beloved postman to bring us all manner of other post!

So, a much more satisfying yuletide fairing than usual and a salient lesson to all, to check the things that pop out of your cracker at the festive table a little more robustly!  What is he like, except for a very, very happy bunny! 

Evesham Banksy?

We must have all walked passed this piece of street art, known locally as the "crying boy" a million times, but to be honest, I don't think any of us really took much notice, what with IKH's hedgehogs and all that!

Until yesterday that is, when Eric did take the time to stop to stand back and look at it more closely.

Was it? Could it be ...........

...... a real, life, actual Banksy in Evesham? 

Sadly, when he got home, it didn't take much research for Eric to discover that it isn't a Banksy, however he did uncover a little history about it ......... 

It's a Disney (no, not that one either) and when it first appeared, it was the subject of much debate in Evesham (none in Parliament, I don't think), again as to whether it was or it wasn't. Hey ho, a non claim to fame ....... but you never know what might pop up when you least expect it!

Artist reveals meaning behind new Banksy-style street art in Evesham | Evesham Journal

Click on above link.

Trouble Up Top .......

Oh dear, we greet you as very unhappy bunnies, after what started out to be a fine day yesterday.

We have a leak ....... it started at approximately ten minutes past two yesterday afternoon, unfettering itself as an unnerving steady drip, drip, drip ........

...... sadly coming from upstairs ....... and you know who lives up there!

Fortunately, it stopped after seven and half hours, in the end filling a half pint jug of brackish brown water. Suffice to say, we are dealing with the problem via a third party, to wit the lovely Chloe, our property manager ......

...... however, although "both parties" agreed to a plumber trying to locate said leak in order to fix it this morning, while we answered the door and welcomed Mr Derek with open arms and a steaming mug of tea (no sugar), the other party neither answered his door or phone, so we couldn't proceed, leaving poor Mr Derek carrying his wrench, without seeing any action!

Poor lamb (him upstairs), must have tired themselves out with all the loads of washing they did until one thirty in the morning, despite full knowledge of the dripping below!

In the meantime, we've allowed some time for the electrics to "dry out", but I'm sad to say that turning the switch on, trips the electrics, so all does not auger too well and we're at stalemate.

Trust us, questions WILL be asked in Parliament, as and when we resume normal electrical service, you, of course, will be the first to know!!

A Most Fortuitous Charity Shop Find!

All is very right in the world for Darrell this morning, he was truly gutted when his trusty electric diffuser decided, after many years of service, to pack in over the weekend. It wasn't in use twenty fours a day, seven days a week, just generally when Darrell fancied a fragrant pick me up, to add a little atmosphere or when we were expecting visitors. He considered the possibility of a new one from Amazon, but decided he ought to save up a bit first, our budget for personal spending being a bit tight this month.

So, imagine his abject delight when he stumbled upon a brand new, unused, still in its box one in our local Salvation Army shop for the princely sum of £4.50.  Well, it was a no brainer and said diffuser was bought in a huge flurry of excitement I understand!

It diffuses, humidifies, changes colour and is even betterer than the old one it seems.  Let's just say it was an emotional home coming! 

It's a pity this post doesn't come with smelly-vision as The Towers is currently thronging, neigh pulsating with the aroma of Dove Soap, Darrell's very most favourite diffuser flavour of choice.  What is he like?