Nice Boys etc.

On Tuesday (Mardi) we went to France (Perpignan) for lunch.

We met some old boys...

And some lovely new ones.

I got my birthday present (only 1 month late). A pair of shiny black boots (more Sven than Nancy) that should see me through the party season i.e. a pub lunch in Tameside with Barbara and her sister.

Then back to Spain for tea....

........ and Barcelona v Glasgow Rangers on telly.

What a multicultural day!

We'll be out and about a bit for the next few days - so I'll be in touch next Wednesday (Mercredi) when I get home.

Hasta luego!
KAZ

FAMILIES eh?

Eileen is very reliable.

If George Clooney rang Eileen to beg for a date she'd say "Sorry Georgie - but I've arranged to see Kaz today."

However, if her daughter rings to ask her to baby-sit she'll ring me on the last minute and say "Sorry Kaz ......". She doesn't actually like baby-sitting - so it must be sociobiology - protection of the genes or something like that.

Eileen hails from Skipton. She goes on and on about Skipton - at length. She thinks Skipton is marvellous. So for weeks we had been hearing about the imminent release of 'And When Did You Last See Your Father'. The film is based on the book by Blake Morrison (also from Skipton) and concerns his father who was allegedly doctor to Eileen's second cousin by marriage.

The date to see the long awaited film was fixed for last Tuesday - the last chance before I flew to Spain..... you've already guessed what happened.

Norma and I quite enjoyed the film.

Philip Larkin had said it all well before Blake Morrison -

"They fuck you up your mum and dad
They may not mean to but they do
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra just for you"

Colin Firth (as Blake)did his usual performance from the Woodentop school of acting - stare into middle distance and wonder what's for tea.

The film was saved by the scene stealing performance of Matthew Beard (above left) as the young Blake.

Watch out for him - but see the film on telly.
KAZ

Here not there

I'm HERE

not there

Eating this

not that.

Shopping here

Not there

Doing this

Not that

Wearing this

Not that

KAZ

Bald is good - maybe?

Funnily enough this photo wasn't featured on the Virgin Media website last week.


It got me thinking about the crucial dilemma of what blokes should do with their hair as they get older.

Do you think Sir Dickie wanted to look like Kurt? As I continue to study this fascinating subject, I begin to think that blokes who are well on the way to egg city are the luckiest.

There was David Essex last week and now there’s this other bloke.

See what I mean?


Chaps who still have hair may be tempted to look like this




No - Sir Paul - you will never be a moptop again. You are SIXTY FIVE years old.

Is this Brian May's mum come to see his PhD ceremony?




Does Robert Plant want to sing with Simply Red?




Will Francis Rossi soon be sticking his pony tail on to the back of his head with super glue?
Rod Stewart's not so bad - but he does have bad hair days.

And bad knicker days.
Hmmmm.
KAZ

Sid and Nancy

I still can't believe that Sven is running Man City - the Everton of Manchester.

Man City supporters are just common lads from Burnage and Gorton - not millionaires from California and Australia.

But what about the glamorous Nancy? It would be like asking Sophia Loren to live in Wolverhampton.

So far (according to the Manchester Evening News) Nancy is swanning about between London and Rome while Sven is in Manchester living the bachelor life.

If I knew his address I could go round and cheer him up.

'Ulrika' and 'her off Celeb big brother' weren't mentioned. Nancy doesn't seem to be too concerned about the movements of her perfidious, two timing, randy boyfriend.

However, last week Nancy made her first visit up 'ere - to visit - wait for it - Rochdale!! Wearing killer heels she kicked off a footie game at a local college.

Sven was conveniently at an away game down South.

The body language in this photo (esp. his left hand) suggests that Sven might prefer this arrangement.

KAZ

Good morning.

......... Me Neither ........

KAZ

* Recent research in neuropsychology has shown that an extra hour in bed makes you cleverer.

The Death of Middle Age

Do you recognise this nice old git?

I'm delighted that he hasn't copied Sir Paul's henna ('cos he's worth it') or Sir Elton's postiche. Unlike Debbie Harry he hasn't had a few face lifts, 11 injections of sheep's embryos or injection of (re)growth hormones.


I remember Lucy Mangan saying "Madonna has devoted her life to looking 12 in Lycra". It was in an article mourning the death of middle age.

When Blondie hit our screens in 'The Old Grey Whistle Test' men lusted and women envied. In spite of my brown hair and spare tyre, I donned a long jumper and stripey tights, bared my left shoulder and adopted an attitude.

Only women liked the guy in the picture. He had twinkly eyes.


One of my students stalked him and appeared on TV flinging herself onto the stage when he appeared at the Apollo. She later became a committed lesbian.

Here he is.


I don't think I'll be queuing for tickets. But I'll probably feel a bit wistful when he sings 'A Winter's Tale' at Christmas.

Well we all have our little secrets.

KAZ