I was just making a suggestion to a past fellow member of an Ashes Tour Group on faceBook of a possible way to spend a Cornish afternoon viz....
'Might be a bit far from where you are, or maybe not enough time left not to mention the weather but parking at Lelant Park & Ride, Ciff path to St Ives wallowing in Art there, catching the train back, pasties from Philps in Hayle TR27 4BJ and a pint of Doombar or two if you are not the driver might be memorable'(Pictured above).
...when I noticed that the accompanying advert to the blog was from M&S. I couldn't believe it. The good lady wife and myself had just been considering whether we should treat ourselves to a 'Dine in for £10' meal.I didn't click on it as I haven't found out yet whether it is against the rules to self click, and I don't want to be fined any more than the 44p that I've managed to earn this month.
Impressive or what? Those cookies must be the sort that Harry used in Spooks to extract information without having to resort to the violence now showing in the Private sector according to Hunted.
As I related the tale to her in the checkout (that's the wife not the cashier), she told me that she had been on line earlier in the day to see if M&S were doing it this weekend. 'That's why we were talking about it...' she explained, also explaining to the both of us that although advanced, cookies were not the serial killers that plunge you into the deep fat fryer I had wrongly assumed them to be.
'...it could also explain why 'Dating Agency' adverts used to crop up next to your posts' she added. 'It's because two fixture secretaries responded to the previous post by looking for dates through The John Harley system and so the all-pervading cookies saw an opportunity' was all I could manage.
We're off to Warner's Lakeside next. Perhaps Fix Secs will be more forthcoming with holiday suggestions. It's a long time since we've been to a Warner's. We have been reluctant to show our faces since we went to a 'Las Vegas Weekend' at Corton.
As the last and most famous member of the Rat Pack came on stage one of our party managed to shout out 'F*"* off you Mafiosi B"*@*$* before my missus got a hand over his mouth. Luckily he met the Rochdale Elvis in the bar and got on with him well enough for the Saturday Night Show to proceed without incident. The R E was so convincing that the ladies in our group thought about going backstage to see if he was in need of resuscitation.
We had more 'Tribute Group trouble' with another one of our party when we went to the Princess Theatre in Torquay to see some real live ABBA marionettes. They were good - You couldn't see the strings and not just because some of our party donned satin and danced not in the aisles but in the rows in front of the seat I was sat in (sorry) thus ruining 50% of the visual effects I was looking forward to after having seen the movie 'Abba The Movie' in the 70s.
My mate obviously light headed with a combination of the pints of lager consumed before the show and the tightness of his satin tie that he was wearing around his forehead, began to make a fuss in the foyer when he discovered that there were no CDs for sale. 'They're a F*"*ing Tribute band you daft B"*@*$*' said the up until then well behaved friend of Elvis mimicking the very words that my lady wife had whispered into his shell-like at Corton.
I'll let you know what becomes of the entertainment at Lakeside.
Oh yes. My Ashes pal got back to me on faceBook. He must have had too many cookies with his cream teas. He said he doesn't get on with Doombar - He prefers 'Tribute'. Scary or what?
If you are down that way over Halloween and really want to be pushed to but not over the limit, just a bit after buying your pasties turn left to TR27 5AD and drink your pint of Tribute at The Bucket of Blood pub, If you dare!
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