Showing posts with label Darcey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Darcey. Show all posts

Thursday, December 24, 2009

It's A White Christmas !!!!!


I thought I'd better respond more fully to you all, as Christmas arrives. I was going to post a thread called "HE'S BEEN, HE'S BEEN!!" as I've just taken the picture of the presents under the tree, but having uploaded the pics from my camera, they're rubbish, so I'll have to go and re-take them before I go to bed. Instead, here's one of Darcey and her mates playing out on Christmas Eve, for no other good reason than (i) I was reminded of an old photo of the then-toddler Darcey by barbryn's post; and (ii) I'm quite pleased with the ones I took today. Jess, by the way, was just out of shot, building a snowman bigger than she is! Bless!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE.

Monday, November 9, 2009

I should be so lucky ... (apart from the Lambrini!)

Take two daughters to one Church FĂȘte, put in five pound coins to each right hand, point at the tombolas, and watch them simmer for around 90 minutes. The result?

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Add to that the three 2010 church diaries; a large pitstop full of cakes, biscuits, soup&rolls and drinks; and as of ten minutes ago, ANOTHER carrierbag-full of prizes hand-delivered to DarceysSis for winning the Tie'N'Scarf quiz, and I think you can safely say we did OK for total outlay of under fifteen quid!!

So who wants to let my girls pick their lottery numbers for next week? They won't charge you much ...

And here's a tune appropriate for the post, but also as an antidote to all the vim over on the mothership.

Au Revoir Simone - The Lucky Ones

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

If You Could Pick The Year Of Your Birth ...

DJDarce waiting to be let loose amongst Daddy's CDs





... when would you choose? Be a WW2 baby so you'd be teenage when rock&roll revolutionised popular music? Or a decade later so that you'd have had a chance to test the maxim "If you can remember the 60s..."? Maybe you'd have picked the so-called Year Zero, when Punk claimed (disingenuously) to bin everything that had gone before. Or is 'now' such a fantastic time that you'd love to be young enough to be immersed in all this music and then have (i) the joy of tracing it back to its heritage, and (ii) decades of discovery to come?



But-but-but - the later you choose, the less chance you've had to see . . . well, tell me! Who are you so happy to have seen play live that you wouldn't choose to change your birthdate for anything? Or is nostalgia not as good as it used to be? [Sorry.]



Why do I ask? Because Darcey (as you can see) is just discovering that there is just so much music, so little time.