The end of the Rainbow...

Well, as I write this, I'm sitting watching A Cock and Bull Story with Gilad, Sica n Fred in Gilad's idyllic Irish country house. We went out clubbing last night which was great fun, and today has been spent mainly chilling at Gilad's, playing some poker, football and cricket, and watching Middletown which is also quality. Also started reading Patrick McCabe's Call meThe Breeze this morning, which is pretty cool. I also seem to have developed a mediocre Nor'n Ire'n accent, which seems to come out subconciously, and probably seems highly stupid, from Gilad's pov especially! Tomorrow, I think we're off to Belfast, but beyond that, it's all a bit up-in-the-air...

End of Haying, off to Ireland soon!

Haying for this season is finished! 9,360 bales all told, all in and stacked as of last Saturday...

I also went to retrieve the car and caravan from Maldon for the circus, and ended-up getting duped into pull-down. Anyway, I'm looking forward to going to see Gilad in Ireland in a couple of days time with Sica n Frederick.

George's 20th in the caravan in West Wittering was also fun last week, featuring toasts and speaches from Marv, myself and, of course, the man-of-the-moment, George. We played some games, watched some TV and ate a f*ckload, thanks to Marv's somewhat over-zealous culinary exploits...

Marv's 21st was also a laugh, although all the pubs in Billy were shut due to some Gypsy funeral, and the place being somewhat inundated with them, the police told everywhere to close for the night... (although there was a quite appealling theory that they were actually closed because they knew it was Marv's birthday, following the exploits of his 18th in the Bells!) We ended up going to Bar Vin in Horsham, wherein liquer was quaffed and quizzes were lost! :D

Bombay Saphirre is awful, by the way.

Oh, how I've missed Summer at home!

Well, them thar 3 fields are in now (Cottage Meadow -1000, East Park -966 and Hunt's Meadow -743) and Moat Field is now cut... Needless to say, having finished Hunt's Meadow about half an hour ago, we're somewhat hot and bothered!

On another note, Jack and I went shooting the other day and bagged 4 rabbits and a squirell, although my rifle was shooting some 4 inches low at 20yrds (not having been used for the best part of a year!) And having just finished playing with le ferret, I spotted a rabbit on the lawn and dashed off to tie the dog up and get my gun, but just as I got back, my mum lost it in the bushes! And the dog (of course) couldn't find him after that! She'd have more luck cathing a horse than a rat/rabbit/squirell/anything small, fury and pest-like! The ferret was under the hut the other day and chased a mouse out which practically tripped over the dog's tail and she didn't notice! Ah, well...

Managed (after 400-or-so bales) to make it to the Bells last night for Karaoke... George and I kicked off with our old classic 'The Devil Went Down To Georgia', before he and Marv did 'Gold'. I then sang 'From The Ritz To The Rubble' on my tod (which was very well received!) and then, after Marv and George's 'Can't Take My Eye's Off Of You' redition, Moss and I did 'When The Sun Goes Down' (by the Arctic Monkeys, not Kenny Chesney/Uncle Kracker) to round off our evening's performances... A good time was had by all, and even Mr Walter managed to make it to the pub, if not karaoke! :D

Right, probably an idea to have a shower now, before the crap and haydust becomes a part of my genetic code...