This week’s pin-up is the lovely Louise from Hertford. Louise is James’s cuddly canine companion. She enjoys food, strolling through town and sitting in the car (with her seatbelt on) chatting to James who is her best friend.
Introducing Jess, who lives nearby in a wooden house and visits Boll most evenings for a chat. It’s been a bit on-off. At first, Boll hissed and growled at him. But she’s mellowed and they now sit near each other in the garden and exchange smalltalk and pleasantries. However – I feel that Percy the Persian, who lives in a cottage by the river, may be a more Bollinger-friendly match. Percy has blue eyes and looks like a cross between a lion and a poodle. I’ll keep you posted.
Apparently, scientists have found a great cosmic nothingness.
It’s a big hole – devoid of normality – and they’ve no idea why it’s there.
Good to know that Stevenage is finally on the cosmic map.
The water tank developed a small leak when I was in Thailand, so I got a plummer in.
After a lot of fumbling, he emerged with a grim discovery. A human foot, fossilised by limescale.
‘Don’t worry boss,’ he said. ‘It’s a woollen hiking sock. Someone must have bunged it in the tank a long time ago to stop it dripping.’
He said this was the first sock he’d ever encountered in a water tank in a 20 year career and appeared to find it very amusing. I was relieved that it was a good quality sock and have put it on display in the porch. Friends have variously described it as ‘disturbing’ and ‘downright spooky’. But I quite like it and may enter it for the Turner Prize.
Hi (Sawadee Crap). I’m now back from Bangkok, where I was doing TV interviews with diplomats at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Being August, it was the rainy season, but the sun was pretty fierce most mornings. Temperatures hovered, as usual, around 33° C and I had to wear a suit and tie. Marvelous.
One of the highlights was a 12-course Chinese banquet hosted by one of the ambassadors, with shark’s fin soup, abalone snails and a whole suckling pig.
I learnt a few new Thai phrases this time, such as: ‘yin dee don rap zu studio’ – welcome to the studio.
Kop Kun Crap.
In the evening, we took a trip down the river which the house was on. The river was allegedly haunted and had spirit houses (mini temples on stilts) for the local ghosts.
This stretch of river was also famous for fireflies. Our mysterious guide seemed to know exactly where they lived. Most of the fireflies flashed on and off completely in synch. But some hadn’t quite managed the art of synchronised flashing and lit up in sequence like a Mexican wave.
Our boatman also shone his torch up to the top of the trees so we could see the egrets sleeping.
It was quite cool on the river – plummeting to a mere 30°C by 10pm.