A SUNDAY MORNING POST WHILST THE WIFE COOKS US BACON

THIS is bloody amazing.  It might not impress Americans, but for anyone raised within familial hailing distance of old Blighty, it is remarkable.  My maternal grandfather was of the Scouse persuasion and my father's lot hailed from north London (yeah, that's Gunner territory, is that) and Kent.  My wife's family, what's left of them around here, came from the Scottish Isles area... 'round about the Isle of Skye.  Fifty years ago, if you'd had these folks in one room at the same time, an interpreter would have come in handy.

The kid in the video could do all the voices for an animated history of Britain.  Really, quoit 'cepshinow, innit?

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Can't wait to see my son.  He's coming back from Ottawa for Thanksgiving next weekend.  Since his departure for university, I've become reasonably adept at text messaging. I still haven't quite figured out how to write a literate three-line message in under ten minutes -- I need commas and semi-colons after all -- but I am getting better.  Of course, my large arthritic fingers aren't much help either.

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Speaking of Nick, he mentioned he was off to an ABC party last night.  ABC stands for : 'Anything But Clothes'.  (Believe me, folks, I don't want to know any more details.)