Hello chap(patti)s,

Splendid curry last night - my congratulations to Mr Peter Thorpe for a quality curryhouse selection. And welcome to Mr Spex - a new Duke!

Poppadom Crunch hits new low sez Thorpe. But can Spex save day?

So....It falls to me to organise the next one.

Could have, maybe should have used the blog but not had great success getting in,it seems (admittedly without spending almost any effort ), a bit of a faff !

Anyone missed off the list,please forward ta.

What about w/c 20th ? It's half term the week after this,I'm mostly about but maybe some folks will be away then ????

Thinking of the Eldon house pub,followed by the http://www.rajmoni.co.uk/ which is next to the Victoria Rooms,don't know owt about it but happy to give it a bash,anyone been there ?

Hopefully we can have the pleasure of the company of Mr Spex too.

Let i know how you are all fixed ( by email !!!

HOLBYITIS

I've just dropped something off at my parent's house. They were watching Casualty. 

"Look" my old man shouts at me "it's Stokes Croft... on the Telly".

How long has Casualty been a staple of Saturday night  TV? 100, 150 years? Long enough to be in desperate need of a hip replacement.

And long enough for anyone living in Bristol not to be surprised by seeing the city popping up in the background. Surely?

I tried not to be interested in Stokes Croft being on the telly. I'd just driven up there to get to my parents.

But...

"hey! You're right...I've just driven up there...and look, it's Lakota!"

I think it's the Holby effect. 

They film the show in Bristol, but the place it's set in is Holby. 

So the left side of your brain is saying this is Holby, this is fiction. 

And the right hand side of your brains os going, no hold on a minute, that's Park Street and that's Barton Hill round-a-bout, and look there's the Tesco at Eastville.

Meanwhile the little walnut sized blob at the back of your head, the bit that controls all reason and sense (hey, I'm no brain surgeon), is squeaking, "this is shit, this is shit, turn it off". But of course you're not listening to that because, "Holy fucking shit, look! There's a fictional fucking ambulance driving up Ashley Down Road!!" 

There's talk of moving the filming to Cardiff.

That's a nice touch. A TV medical drama is going to lobotomise Bristol from itself graft on Cardiff and still call itself Holby.

They say that  successful transplant patients never fully 'accept' their new organs. That although they're grateful and delighted to be alive they always 'know' the life saving replacement was from someone else, IS someone else's.

Will it be the same with a newly Welsh Holby? Who knows, but I bet the storylines will still be shit. 

In Bristol With a Pistol

I am officially old.

I was just on Park Street, window shopping and the like, and walked past the flyer pushing kids at the top o' the hill, toting for the Thekla. 

They didn't hand me a flyer. They made a point of it. Everyone else got one, 'cept me.

I was going to the Thekla before they were born for Christ's sake!

Maybe that's why I  didn't get me a flyer. 

Kid's today...they can smell the old folk coming up the hill.

Imelda May

Hello,

Christ knows who I've signed in as, this blogging is confusing the hell out of me!! Anyway further to Rich's recommendation about Imelda May I watched the Jools Holland show and she was very good. I then got an e-mail of Mig with the upcoming shows at the Louis and on 18 November Imelda May is playing. Anyone fancy a DukesofMumbai cultural evening at the Louis. I'm game. Mig might even do us a group discount.

Cheers

Tom

When he becomes President

Perhaps Mr McCain would like to join us for a meal when he visits the UK. Looks like he enjoys his tikka masala!-)

I know I'm banned from talking about it but....