Where Are You, Gastropunk n Maths Chick?

I have a stack of photos of our family holiday to the US of A, to upload here. I want to share my utter delight and joy with my witty and urbane readers. We encountered some really weird and wonderful people, we saw some incredible sights and ate the sort of food you only believe exists in a world that doesn't include Jamie Oliver, Delia, Jane Grigson (ok, I know this is a shortcut that means I don't have to mention Elizabeth David or the Pilsbury Dough Boy's buttermilk biscuits), Monty Don and my horticultural guru, Helen Yemm. We saw desert planting that made me want to relocate immediately to the Holy Land and the desert. We beat the casino at Vegas. We watched the sun rise over the Grand Canyon.

I want to tell you about this morning's farmers' market at Bakewell, that tomorrow morning Merci Beaucoup Enfant Deux leaves home for uni and that tomorrow night I will have an empty nest for the first time in over two decades.

But I feel it is more important to post this vital question? Where are you, Gastropunk n Maths Chick?

These Boots Were Made For Walking

...and back from america

Oi, Phantom? Remember this? -->

http://thephantomstapleremover.blogspot.com/2008/02/kew-and.html

And where is your post with pictures of your fridge?

Amalee
(just walked in the front door ((OK, I walked in the front door last night then went to bed and slept for 13 hours, then got up and showered then drove to Marks and bought three suits for work complete with shirts, shoes and drawers (I am Virgo, people...)))

Friday Five: Remember These Cheesey Poptastic Rock Toons?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jexNsBjz1r8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtuvXrTz8DY&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUHecG5wAFk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2IkLGFiKx0

But it was this one, that came on the radio as we flew down the motorway and provoked a laughing fit from the rear seat. When the tears and snot subsided and the laughing stopped long enough for the words to become audible, out came the story behind this song;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TW1LkJNmWzg

"Oh s***, we were drinking in the Honk bar at the back end of the airport and Gerard Rikkard put this on the juke box, and we all joined in until it got to the chorus, when he just took off in this falsetto he could only do when he was plastered. He must have sung it three or four times before they threw us out. Said we were upsetting the farmers at the other end of the bar."