Wednesday, October 31, 2007

OK Enough of that.

Comment moderation is off again. What a pain.

I thought I'd drop a quick note in here to let people know I'm still alive (all two of my faithful readers who are still coming back to check, that is.) It's really not that I'm deliberately negelcting y'all. Really.

I just left a comment at Steve's place saying that being out of the 'sphere is making me very sympathetic to the Borg (always have tended to root for the bad guys anyway) who kept getting kidnapped by those nancy-boy Federation people and cut off from the Collective. Now I know what it's like!

People have been so nice about my triumphant return to the 'sphere and have sent lots of emails saying welcome back that I thought y'all deserved a bit of explanation. Everything is really going swimmingly here. I've got the keys to a cottage in the lovely little rural Cheshire village I've landed in. It needs a bit of work, but it really is a dream come true. It's tiny of course: four rooms in total and no central heating, but I'm all for that. The height of the door frames makes me think it was probably built by hobbits. I have banged my head on it exactly five times now, each time harder than the last. We tested the fireplace in the main room and it draws a coal fire very nicely and the extremely kind landlady has donated an electric kettle and will be brining round a pile of firewood. There's another fireplace in the bedroom but it needs to be restored before I can use it.

The kitchen is an add-on at the back, probably put in sometime after WWII, and it needs to be completely redone. No gas, but I've a plan to buy a propane barbeque and use it as an outdoor gas range for big cooking projects that I don't want to pay the electricity for (like oxtail soup that requires five hours of simmering and jams). Already done a batch of crab apple jelly and another of rosehip syrup. Went out and collected the last of the rosehips day before yesterday and there's more to come. (Was menaced by a bull! Very exciting story that; can't wait to tell you.)

It's one of a row of cottages built shortly after the Enclosures to house the families of farm labourers mostly men with families who had been forced out of their small land holdings during that first proto-Communist government land-grab...more on that later. I really can't do it or the village justice in words. I've taken lots of pics and as soon as I can I'll be posting them to make you all wild with jealousy.

But here's the rub. I've been staying with the until-recently-long-lost relatives here and they, although wonderful in every way, are not internet people. They have real lives instead (weird, I know, but hey, each to his own right?) and so only have a dial-up connection that (...wait for it, are you sitting down?) you have to pay for BY THE MINUTE!


So, you may imagine that I'm very strictly rationing my internet time and limiting it to paid work-related things. I open the pages I find that relate to the thing I'm writing and then shut the connection down while I'm reading and putting the story together. It's driving me mad.

But do not despair. I've been collecting photos and have had many adventures that I'm longing to share. In fact, a big purpose of the "New Devout Life" blog is to write about life in England in every aspect. So, get ready. Because it is a wonderful wonderful place. Utterly amazing. Full of incomprehensible legal rubbish, but wonderfully resiliant and fun people. So far I've been completely bowled over by the kindness and generosity of the people here. Country people rule! lemme tell ya.

OK, that's enough for now.

I got BT to put a phone line into the cottage next week and broadband will follow shortly so not much longer now.

Watch this space.

(No, I didn't get to the EU rally in London. But that's OK.)


Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Well Duhhh

Of course I meant the one on the 26th.


So, has anyone got a ride?

A general call

I know, I know; I've been remiss. I've got plenty of excuses - plenty believe me - but I'm not going to give them now.

Right now, I've got a bee in my bonnet.

I want to go to the reactionary social event of the year, to wit: the EU Referendum rally in London on the 27th that everyone is talking about.

All the cool kids will be there, and I want to go too.

But here's the rub: I'm broke and require alms. Or, at least, not alms exactly, (I'm in no immediate danger of having to apply to the local parish for food relief) but a lift.

I've just moved to another country, you see. To this one, I mean, from a completely different one, and I've spent all the spare dosh I had stashed way on making the change. So I can't afford another there-and-back-again-in-one-day trip to London and am putting out a call for transport assistance.

I can throw in (modestly) for petrol (hee hee, listen to me being all English! "petrol"! haw!) and provide witty banter and amusing anecdotes about Canadian and American politics.

We can play rousing games along the way of "Who's the most right-wing?" and "spot the sheep".

I also do a fair imitation of Her Majesty addressing Parliament.

So, anyone heading down from the Norff for a jolly day of speeches, bun-chucking and heckling Parliamentarians with an extra seat in the van? I'm deep in the heart of beautiful rural Cheshire, close to Chester.

Seriously, not making it up.


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