Category: Stuff

Ate out tonight. Company starred the edible Nikki, Mike and Melinda, her parents and several new friends. Mike on guitar, with Tommy P and Sam switch hitting on vocals and guitar. Bottom line, food was awesome, company too and the music on the patio signed the deal. We’re going back. Really, if you’re in the area, stop by. Do your tummy a favour. Yes, there’s a ‘U’ in there. I bravely tried another shrimp tonight. First one in many years, and the last. Shrimp? Not for me, I fear. Korean beef? Oooh yes. I am not sure what those Koreans do to those cows, but it really tenderises the meat. Yes, there’s an ‘S’ in there.

After our recent Friday 13th trip to Port Dover, the edible Nikki and I went to London to visit my family. This was the first time they had met Nikki, and as we had not showered for two days (camping!) we were not at our best, sore, sleepy and sunburned as we were. Nonetheless, the welcome we received from Andy and Jean (brother and sister-in-law) was warm and wonderful. I haven’t seen the family for around three years so there was some catch up to be done. Odd, really. I moved 3.5 thousand miles to Ontario to be near them. Bro Tony couldn’t make it over which was a shame but we can do it another time. T’other bro Vyvyan joined us later for beers and the night was spent giggling like schoolkids by/in/around the pool. Next morning, bacon and egg sandwich courtesy of Jean before heading back home, changing and unpacking, then heading out again to Niagara for the Grand Cirque. That’s another story. Nutshell: go see it.

Just wanted to say it was great seeing the guys after so long. Must do it again soon, and Andy, I found the soap.

I just spent two nights under canvas with the edible Nikki in the sleepy town of Port Dover. For that weekend it was turned inside out and upside down by thousands upon thousands of hairy, sweaty, middle aged bikers. Oh, their husbands and boyfriends were there too, but these kind of things are always about the ladies. One resident in particular sticks in my mind. He worked at one of the few stores on the high street actually open that weekend and he spent the whole day standing in the doorway almost buried under plastic, yelling “Beads for boobs!” He wasn’t interested in seeing my respectable C cups but was kind enough to help Nikki up the step and into the store with a well placed hand. Sumbeech.

This is a multilingual society. I speak two languages fluently. English and BS. When asked if I speak French, I reply with a smile, “Oui, je suis un lapin de onze ans”. Based on the expression on the face of my questioner, the conversation goes one of two ways from this point. I know I’m bullshitting. The question is, does he?

Well, I’ve been putting this off for some time now but OK, I give. I’m going to start using this blog for the purpose I created it: Venting. First vent? I apparently have a small following of readers that visit this site regularly to check on progress and see what’s going on. This surprises me since I have not actually blogged yet. Friends and relatives alike ask “When are you going to start on that blog of yours?” The answer is now. So stop bugging me! 🙂