We here at Bogun Towers are very disappointed about the lack of recent reporting. We blame Polly for making him promise not to drink until they go skiing at Christmas (although he may have slipped up on that once or twice).
Desperate times call for desperate measures and so we have agreed to sponsor a skiing trip for him, Gay George (Not Actually Gay) and scrapper to Verbier next weekend to hopefully provide some decent raw material.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
The inestimable Mrs Churchill
This last weekend saw a family christening. His cousin Amanda's second child, and first son, to be precise named Zachary.
Foolishly he chose to rely on the RAC website for directions which, as he discovered, works on the basis that whenever one is turning off a roundabout one is turning left. When one is in the more general sense actually turning left this can, and did, cause confusion.
Fortunately despite his travails he made it on time. Whilst waiting for the other child to arrive (15 minutes late, it may be fashionable to be late for weddings but we feel christenings are a step too far) he observed that, as the other child was called Alfie, it was the A to Z of christenings. The snake in the grass that was the vicar promptly leapt on this line and sought to use it in the service without attribution. Much to the vicar's chagrin his sense of comic timing rather ruined the line in any event.
After the service he shot off to get to Hampstead to have lunch with Pofydd, Christine and Chris, Dogs, TCO and most importantly Mr and Mrs Churchill who are visitng from DC.
Again the RAC let him down this time directing him to turn right into a road that cannot be turned right into and he was a good hour late on this occasion.
A splendid luncheon (at the same place as he had supper with Katie Melua, passim) was had and much catching up engaged in. Afterwards the party withdrew to Christine's pad for coffee when our idiot managed to get TCO's name wrong in the most appalling manner. His effusive apologies just about made up for his faux pas.
The usual splendid weekend in other words.
Foolishly he chose to rely on the RAC website for directions which, as he discovered, works on the basis that whenever one is turning off a roundabout one is turning left. When one is in the more general sense actually turning left this can, and did, cause confusion.
Fortunately despite his travails he made it on time. Whilst waiting for the other child to arrive (15 minutes late, it may be fashionable to be late for weddings but we feel christenings are a step too far) he observed that, as the other child was called Alfie, it was the A to Z of christenings. The snake in the grass that was the vicar promptly leapt on this line and sought to use it in the service without attribution. Much to the vicar's chagrin his sense of comic timing rather ruined the line in any event.
After the service he shot off to get to Hampstead to have lunch with Pofydd, Christine and Chris, Dogs, TCO and most importantly Mr and Mrs Churchill who are visitng from DC.
Again the RAC let him down this time directing him to turn right into a road that cannot be turned right into and he was a good hour late on this occasion.
A splendid luncheon (at the same place as he had supper with Katie Melua, passim) was had and much catching up engaged in. Afterwards the party withdrew to Christine's pad for coffee when our idiot managed to get TCO's name wrong in the most appalling manner. His effusive apologies just about made up for his faux pas.
The usual splendid weekend in other words.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Green Fingers
Finding himself at a loose end he decided to invite himself down to see the Pofydd in Aberystwyth. As a price for their hospitality he was however instructed to a) bring wine and b) be prepared to do some gardening.
To add spice to the weekend he decided to get the train over which was a real treat surrounded by the dregs of humanity. The highlight was the drunk woman (never a good sign when they are drinking neat vodka out of a coke bottle) who tried to engage him in conversation. She went so far as to pull his headphones out of his ears. This delightful creature ended the conversation with the memorable line "you need to lose some weight you fat bastard."
The Pofydd were markedly more friendly.
Saturday was marked as a day clearing the front garden and whilst Dafydd set about chopping down a tree (a subject to which we will refer) he was handed a rather posh looking Hoe and told to get on with it. His efforts in clearing the garden
speak for themselves as does his sacrifice of rather nasty blister. 
Meanwhile as we have observed Dafydd was cutting down a tree with admirable results
unfortunately when Polly appeared to inspect their work she observed her surprise that he had chosen to chop down that tree, well we say surprise what we mean is horror. Dafydd will likely never forgive himself for picking the wrong one.
He had rather thought that this would be the extent of his efforts but come Sunday he was required to have a bonfire. An act of sweet cruelty as he is allergic to bonfire smoke.
That said a splendid weekend barely tarnished by the pact between them that they will not now drink until Christmas. We doubt he will last long.
To add spice to the weekend he decided to get the train over which was a real treat surrounded by the dregs of humanity. The highlight was the drunk woman (never a good sign when they are drinking neat vodka out of a coke bottle) who tried to engage him in conversation. She went so far as to pull his headphones out of his ears. This delightful creature ended the conversation with the memorable line "you need to lose some weight you fat bastard."
The Pofydd were markedly more friendly.
Saturday was marked as a day clearing the front garden and whilst Dafydd set about chopping down a tree (a subject to which we will refer) he was handed a rather posh looking Hoe and told to get on with it. His efforts in clearing the garden
speak for themselves as does his sacrifice of rather nasty blister. 
Meanwhile as we have observed Dafydd was cutting down a tree with admirable results
unfortunately when Polly appeared to inspect their work she observed her surprise that he had chosen to chop down that tree, well we say surprise what we mean is horror. Dafydd will likely never forgive himself for picking the wrong one.He had rather thought that this would be the extent of his efforts but come Sunday he was required to have a bonfire. An act of sweet cruelty as he is allergic to bonfire smoke.
That said a splendid weekend barely tarnished by the pact between them that they will not now drink until Christmas. We doubt he will last long.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Delivery debacle
Having purchased his boy's toys (passim) the next challenge was getting them delivered. His flat is in a rather busy coomerical district and parking large wagons anywhere near it is a challenge and so he told them to send a small van.
We do not feel we necessarily need to paint the picture but for those of you who are a little slow on the first day the delivery was due a large lorry turned up, the driver decided he could not park and off he went promising it would be redelivered on a small van two days later first thing in the morning.
Our subject can be extraordinarily naive but on this occasion showed unusual suspicion and later that day rang the delivery company to check. Surprise surprise it had been booked in for another day entirely. After a complete strop it was re-arranged back to be a small van, first thing 2 days later.
Cometh the day cometh the hour not cometh the van. At 1000 he rang to enquire where his first thing delivery was. His ire at being informed he was in fact an afternoon delivery was impressive.
Eventually they turned up at 1630 in, can you guess?, a lorry. After much weedling and cajoling they agreed to park it up relatively close and set to work delivering the toys and setting them up.
Fortunately after all this the toys are fantastic although the TV does rather dominate the flat.
We do not feel we necessarily need to paint the picture but for those of you who are a little slow on the first day the delivery was due a large lorry turned up, the driver decided he could not park and off he went promising it would be redelivered on a small van two days later first thing in the morning.
Our subject can be extraordinarily naive but on this occasion showed unusual suspicion and later that day rang the delivery company to check. Surprise surprise it had been booked in for another day entirely. After a complete strop it was re-arranged back to be a small van, first thing 2 days later.
Cometh the day cometh the hour not cometh the van. At 1000 he rang to enquire where his first thing delivery was. His ire at being informed he was in fact an afternoon delivery was impressive.
Eventually they turned up at 1630 in, can you guess?, a lorry. After much weedling and cajoling they agreed to park it up relatively close and set to work delivering the toys and setting them up.
Fortunately after all this the toys are fantastic although the TV does rather dominate the flat.
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