We have a shop in town here that has a Haberdashery section. What a wonderful word, Haberdashery. A colourful term for a colourful idea. Wander in, look around, take in the sights and smells. No strings attached.
How would I explain, when the time came, that I didn't want to start smoking? Most of the grown ups smoked. Everyone on TV and in films smoked. It must be something that you have to do, and I don't want to do it...
We went and exercised our democratic right, empowering someone I have never met to represent me in all things political. In this case the winning candidate will be wasting my money in Strasbourg rather than in Westminster, but as long as the money is wasted, then that is what's important.
In the long voting form, amid all the usual main players, and mixed in with the minor and weird parties I spotted a logo like a Centurion. This is the "Roman Party". No further information.
I am intrigued. The Roman Party? Are the Romans really coming back?
Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea. We would be part of a large, expanding and influential empire, with good communications, excellent wine and unusual entertainment events.
Oh, and of course there are those famously straight straight Roman roads...
This three picture panorama (click on it for the larger version) is an example of why I like dusk so much. There is something magical about the contrast of the warm artificial colours, the street light and hotel sign, and the beguiling blue of the sky.
There is a moment when the fading dusk will balance the other elements in the image. Chose your moment! Carpe Canem!
It is that time of year when the Rotary Club organises a race along the Kennet and Avon canal that finishes in Newbury. This is done for charity and is a fine thing.
Attached to this, there is a May Day event. Here you will find all manner of diversions and activities. A small village of tents and stalls spring up like mushrooms overnight selling dubious goods to gullible punters and their children.
This is the stuff of your average Fun Fair, and we expect it: We are offered cheap tat, scary rides and suspect food spiced with the possibility of being short changed by a quick witted stallholder.
Was it ever thus? Yes, I suspect cider befuddled locals have been swindled at the village fair for generations, and that is just as it should be..
As you cans see, it was a vibrant and colourful affair.