Thursday 26 June 2014

Holding Court with a legend

In the absence of a contribution from the mighty Bish.....it must be recorded that he and the beautiful Bish had the enviable and distinct privilige to be royally entertainrd by the legend that is George Benson, a truly great Jazz and Soul maestro.

Playing at Hampton Court, Bish advised that he was bl**dy good - high praise indeed.

Maybe he will be so inspired, that he will put pen to paper and wax lyrical about the delights of the Benson experience.

Whilst we wait in eager anticipation ...here are some library pics.




Ship shape and Scottish fashion ...

2014 is rapidly becoming a bit of a vintage!

P Nutini esq. stopped off on his way to Worthy farm, to offer condolences for not getting passes to Glastonbury this year, by entertaining the Beautiful one, First Born and yours truly (along with 4,997 other types) on a balmy evening in the utopian metropolis that is Bristol.

What a fantastic evening - he really is rather good. He has grown up and now delivers with a more edgy and bluesy feel ably backed by the exceedingly tight and tuneful Vipers.

We did indeed tap our feet.






Same shoe faux pas ... 



Got to be the best setting ----- only in Bristol.



















.....and this is what we did a bit of jigging to.

Scream (Funk My Life Up) 
Let Me Down Easy 
Alloway Grove 
Numpty 
Better Man 
Looking for Something 
Coming Up Easy 
Diana 
Recover 
(CHVRCHES cover)
Tricks of the Trade 
Growing Up Beside You 
One Day 
Cherry Blossom 
Pencil Full of Lead 
No Other Way 
Iron Sky 

Encore:
Jenny Don't Be Hasty / New Shoes 
Funky Cigarette 
Candy 

Encore 2:
Last Request 

Sunday 22 June 2014

Well mon petite lupins


It's been an interesting sojourn. Started on a bit of a downer for Bish as he now comes to terms with the fact he really should have gone to specsavers so he can take with him the right passport.

Then whilst lost in Rouen insisting we stay left, meant a trip through an underpass, reported to be 2.6 metres high whilst the bus is 2.7 metres tall...o dear! However we survived with millimetres to spare. Although the French BMW driver behind us probably needed a change of underwear!

The spiritual home basked in hot sunshine. We were warmly welcomed and it was lovely to catch up with Joe and his good lady again. One problem....no swell. Not a wave in sight. Flat as a pancake, still as a mill pond, tranquil as the Dalai lama. Very frustrating given the 700 mile trek via Portsmouth, Dover and Dunkirk  to get there.



A man in need of a wave ....
Not even a wind to air the kite

A little peeved at lack of swell but not down heartened.

The obligatory selfie......

Still we had our bicycles to play with and well known bars to be reacquainted with - which we did with much gusto.




With Dutch chums at the Swordfish bar

Huites - of course.


Wednesday 18 June 2014

The best laid plans of mice and men !



It's 2am on Wednesday and yours truly should  be tucked up in a snug cabin fast asleep dreaming of forthcoming adventures as we gently steam across the English Channel leaving Portsmouth behind.

But I am not

In fact we have had to hot foot it from Portsmouth and are now sat in uncomfortable seats on a ferry out of Dover heading for Dunkirk

It's been quite an evening! All was fine as we arrived in good time at Portsmouth and found succour at the Gunwharf Quay at a trusty All Bar One. Arriving at the terminal an hour before sailing we handed over passports only to find that Bish had in fact changed name and sex, he had his beautiful one's passport. O dear, to say he was vexed and discontent is a bit of an understatement.

O dear.  O dear.  O dear.

Bish enjoying his snug cabin
On French soil -
 and in good spitits........



Tuesday 17 June 2014

It's calling .....

The day has dawned and fervent excitement abounds. Tonight we journey to the maritime metropolis of Portsmouth to embark on our pilgrimage to follow the swell....
Deep joy indeed.

Monday 16 June 2014

Whats your tipple?


Ale - fun times with all and sundry
Lager - strictly holidays abroad in the sun
Cider - when I want to laugh or argue
Wine - relaxed evenings and good food
Pimms  - jolly summer afternoons
cocktails - sophisticated fun
Bourbon - mellow times
Ricard - fun bus adventures
Brandy - late evening cultured debate
Fizz - celebrating life and good fortune
Whiskey - see all the above

......but all require good companionship and a smile

Sunday 15 June 2014

Echoes from earlier years

A wonderful evening was had by yours truly, courtesy of H, the first born.
You know you have raised a young  pad wan well when your company is requested to join them in celebrating the genius of the evergreen Echo and the Bunnymen.
Tuesday 10th June at the 02 arena in Bristol. What  a privilige ....

A thought echoed (get it?) by that heavyweight journal the Bristol Evening Post..


Pioneering 1980s band Echo & The Bunnymen are in a very different place to the band I saw performing their seminal album, Ocean Rain, at the Colston Hall 30 years ago.
Since their post-punk heyday, this Liverpool band has had to deal with more than most, including a death in the band, a split, a spell with a temporary replacement singer and a reunion.
Although now performing as a six-piece, these days the only original members are genius guitarist Will Sergeant and charismatic frontman Ian McCulloch, but then these two have been together on and off since 1978 and their songwriting partnership is as influential as Morrissey and Marr or the Gallagher brothers.
On tour to promote Meteorites, their eleventh studio album (and first in five years), this Bristol gig had been rescheduled from last month when McCulloch’s throat infection resulted in the postponement of their UK dates.
Engulfed by billowing dry ice and performing in near-darkness for most of the 90-minute set, the 56-year-old McCulloch seemed happy to stay in the shadows and behind the safety of his black shades, only leaving his position to have a crafty drag on an electronic cigarette at the back of the stage.
Cutting more than a passing resemblance to Ricky Tomlinson in The Royle Family, the barrel-chested and bearded Sergeant kept his head down throughout despite fans shouting their appreciation for the only constant band member since they formed 36 years ago.
Low-key he may be but Sergeant’s imperial guitarwork shimmered and chimed with the same crystalline clarity it did three decades ago, particularly on Rescue, All That Jazz and The Cutter.
The band aired five songs from the new album and they were received more with politeness than fervour, only the title track and Holy Moses really rising above the realms of mediocrity.
The new material was always going to be the filler in a set studded with gems from their career and the band revisited some of their most iconic songs from 1984’s Ocean Rain album, including My Kingdom, Seven Seas and The Killing Moon.
Mid-80s hits Never Stop, Bring on The Dancing Horses and Lips Like Sugar provided a few goosebump moments for fans of a certain vintage but the biggest cheer of the evening was for a sprawling version of Nothing Lasts Forever, their biggest-selling single, that melded into a medley of Lou Reed’s Walk on The Wild Side and Wilson Pickett’s In The Midnight Hour.
Echo & The Bunnymen may not be the force they once were in terms of sales and stature, but this was certainly a performance with plenty of reminders of just how brightly they once shone.


















..... and these are bunny men


Wednesday 4 June 2014

A true gemstone ...

The beautiful one and I enjoyed the company of the truly unique Ruby Turner - what a great way of bringing to a close a fabulous weekend of bonhomie in Oxford (see below).

She really is blessed with an extraordinarily powerful voice, tailored made for good honest gospel and soul songs. Her backing band were outstanding as well - true muscians.

Great night and great venue (St Georges Bristol - check it out).

So good it was voted 'Bristol Gig of the Week by that august body - The Bristol Evening Post !

http://www.bristolpost.co.uk/undefined-headline/story-21165566-detail/story.html


Of seasonal bumping and 17th century hospitality

Well the mighty bus had its first run out of the year and what a grand occasion it turned out to be, Destination was Oxford, so quintessentially English and a damn fine place to boot.



Parking up at a delightful little site cossetted behind a 'Go Outdoors' (very useful for sourcing materials if teething problems encountered - they weren't I am happy to say). We donned formal attire and the ladies posh frocks and in good cheer we sallied forth to dine in the hallowed halls of Wadham College.
1610 the College has stood from and  I am sure it will be there for another 500 years. Goats cheese starter followed by Rib eyed steak and lemon syllabub - damn good honest fare. Wine flowed and conversation crackled and hummed among the mighty buttresses holding aloft the fabulously ornate ceiling.

No one would have been surprised for the lighting to be floating candles and Dumbledore to be holding court at the top table.... 10 points for Gryffindor!

.. fine hospitality, fine company and 17 century grandeur




Walking around the college and its grounds, it was a privilige to think that we were treading the same paths as the likes of Sir Christopher Wren and other great acedemics, philosophers, politicians, judges, engineers, chemists and so on ..


A fabulous and inspiring place, steeped in history and tradition but refreshingly pompous free.



It was then off to sample cocktails at local hostelries - ably identified and recommended by C Bishop Esq. who had kindly extended the gracious invitation to attend dinner at his place of study.

A particularly fine establishment was found - a former grand church curiously named FREUD and there we stayed into the early hours .... sore heads and a slow start in the morning!


...very nice Libations - I heartily recommend the 'Noah Constrictor'


So what of the seasonal bumping I hear you say ... well dear reader, it relates to the final day of the Oxford Rowing  Summer Eights. I doubt you have heard of it so here are the basics;

Summer Eights, is a four-day regatta of bumps races which constitutes the University of Oxford's main intercollegiate rowing event of the year. The regatta takes place in May of each year, from the Wednesday to the Saturday of the fifth week of Trinity Term. Men's and women's coxed eights compete in separate divisions for their colleges, with some colleges entering as many as five crews for each sex. 

The racing takes place on the Isis, a length of the River Thames, which is generally too narrow for side by side racing. For each division, thirteen boats line up at the downstream end of the stretch, each cox holding onto a rope attached to the bank, leaving around 1.5 boat lengths between each boat. The start of racing is signalled by the firing of a cannon, each crew attempting to progress up their division by bumping the boat in front, while avoiding being bumped by the boat behind. Once a bump has taken place, both of the crews involved stop racing and move to the side to allow the rest of the division to pass. It is possible to 'over bump' if the 2 crews in front of your boat bump (and so drop out) and your boat can catch the boat that was in front of them. They then swap places for the next day's racing, whether that be the calendar day or the first day of racing in the next year's competition.

The ultimate aim of a crew is to become "Head of the River" (top of the first division) and stay there. This entitles the winning crew to commission trophy oars in their college colours with the names and weights of the successful crew on them — commonly called 'winning blades'. As this is only possible for crews already near the top of division one, another way to win blades is to bump on each day of the competition.


Suffice to say we enjoyed a languid and sumptious afternoon picnic whilst lazing on the balmy banks of the Thames admist the great and the good of the Oxford populace; royally entertained by the very serious business of large rowing boats filled with strong humans playing dodgems on the Thames (sorry...the Isis!).





















The icing on the cake being Wadham ladies Division 1 boat laying waste to one and all and being crowned 'Head of the River'. A feat last achieved in 1975 when the first ladies only division was established.

The evening saw us adjourn to a quaint lebanese eating house boasting spicy fare and a much appreciated warm welcome. The mighty Bish sampled a traditional Lebanese brew which was slightly better when imbibed with the food but he only ordered the one and then we tackled a decent Malbec with whiskey chasers upon returning to the bus where we swapped ebullient stories and thoughts into the wee hours!!!

So the bus is back and next stop our spritual home and annual pilgrimage ....
All is good in the Fun Bus House.





salutem et gratulationes. Et ascensor bus fun iterum

Ah dear reader - what can I say! 
I could blame writers block; I could claim we have been working to hard; I could claim that we have been hibernating; I could claim we were abducted by aliens ...

No excuses will be offered but the blogging mojo is back and bubbling forth