Sunday, 24 June 2007
Following a hospital 'procedure' last Thursday, anticant has been feeling distinctly washed out for the past couple of days, and has spent them mostly in bed. Nothing to worry about - just a low energy problem - but it may be a few days before he gets fully to grips again with the blogosphere, and meanwhile he craves indulgence from Snug regulars and other friends for not keeping up with their interesting posts.
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
Things are a bit laid back in the burrow at the moment. Since his return from Bella Italia, anticant has been loafing around reading old novels and warbling snatches of "O Sole Mio" and "Nessun Dorma" until the Beadle complains of lack of sleep. When [if ever] serious blogging will be resumed in the arena is not known - although anticant has lately been cackling to himself and going off into sniggering fits as he mutters pungent phrases for his "Good Riddance to Blair" valedictory post now in gestation for next week's long-awaited departure.
Equipment has been a source of bother, as modern technology always is. New multifunction printer/scanners are required, and identifying the 'best buy' is time-consuming [settled now in favour of a new Canon model]. Worse, anticant's automatic transmission car has developed a very user-unfriendly fault, and so a trade-in is on the cards, with all the attendant stress that involves [changing cars being as severe a life crisis as swapping homes, jobs or partners].
But the Snug remains open and welcoming as always, and the bar is well-stocked - the threatened raid during anticant's absence by transatlantic kayaking musical marauders not having materialised. So do drop in, folks, for a noggin and a gossip.
Thursday, 7 June 2007
ben trovato writes:
This is the Authorised Account of Anticant’s travels to the lake shores of
Oscar Wilde feasted with panthers. Robert Louis Stevenson traversed the
The tediums of air travel, with its ridiculously long check-in times and interminable security procedures – we even had to take our shoes off: trousers, mercifully, were reprieved – did not damp the trio’s enthusiasm for the expedition, though the two days of quite heavy rain during the week’s lakeside stay did disappoint a little. However, in the intervals between showers the sun obliged quite warmly, and sitting upon the hotel terrace and jetty, watching boats go by and sampling the local vino and home-baked pastries, induced a mood of unaccustomed near-serenity. Anticant even resisted the temptation to check out the Burrow postings until nearly the end of the week, though when he did so he immediately alerted the Beadle to secrete the Snug keys in the inner pocket of his uniform knickers, in anticipation of a marauding raid by the Wild Woodlanders which fortunately did not materialise.
Some scrumptiously tasty food was consumed, and an abundance of strong liquor poured down the throats of the insatiably thirsty trio. This sometimes led to verbal skirmishings but these never degenerated into fisticuffs – although through a linguistic confusion Anticant had been mistakenly identified by the hotel staff as a world-famous boxer!
Returning to Blair’s
And was there mischievous mayhem, skulduggery and prankishness? There was – but the Court Circular Reporter’s lips are sealed, and supposedly inside revelations elsewhere are to be severely discounted on pain of withdrawal of Snug free round privileges.
So back to business as usual? Not quite, as Anticant’s attitude to blogging, as to much else, is for the time being at least considerably relaxed and liable to result in some summer lassitude and less anxious attention to the endless sad goings-on in the lousy world outside the Burrow.