School is an institution where pupils learn from teachers. A school may also be dedicated to one particular field, such as a school of economics or a school of dance.
Dance crazes come and go. There was one in the late middle ages that they had to get the Pope to sort out.
Out of the blue my father my father took his family from Europe to Australia. We are glad he did, as this is indeed the lucky country.
Country living appears on the surface to be idyllic but can be quite stressful, especially for a city boy.
Boy oh boy, boy meets girl, Boy George who fronted Culture Club and had a big hit with Kharma Chameleon, I was like totally unsure how to start this item. I think the tune is quite nice, but I don't fancy Boy George much.
Much to my annoyance the price of petrol went up 20 cents per litre this afternoon. A tidy sum when you work out that I'm about to do a 2000km trip with my car and caravan.
Caravan adds plenty of money onto the trip, I expect. Is it really only 200 km from you to the West Coast?
Coast downhill is my tip, it saves fuel. Oh sorry I forgot, you can't do that in Australia...no, not because they're already "down", because it's all flat.
Flat prices in the cities are astronomical these days. You can't rent anything much under £900 a month.
Month of March is usually beautiful autumn weather downunder. Good for travelling and sleeping under the stars.
(Clary I mentioned 2000km not 200km, that mileage is all inclusive, there and back and cruising around)
Stars are beginning to hide and the fortune telling lady is taking all her things inside. Last night was a clear sky but I could only see a few and I remember not all that long ago seeing millions.
Millions of stars are rarely visible from Britain, as the yellow light pollution is extremely invasive and unpleasant. If you look at the Connect the Picture thread however you'll see the millions of stars that Dutchy's view will afford him.
Him and me, or he and I, went on a memorable cruise through the Western Isles of Scotland, and I can inform you, on a cloudless night anchored in Loch Coruisk in the south of Skye, we could see more stars than you could shake a stick at. It was mind-boggling, and we had home-made music on deck and also moules marinieres.
Moules marinières, what a delightful dish! Wanna come to share some?
Some day, Francis, some day. French cooking, they say, is a wonderful thing. Actually once in Paris long ago, we had a memorable meal of black puddings and apple sauce; simple, but magnifique.
Magnifique, mais ce n'est pas Daguerre - applies to many portraits by lesser photographers. One of the interesting and earliest proponents of the art was Fox Talbot.
Talbot Bros was a firm of roofers in the good old days. Sadly it is no longer in existence.
Existence can be precarious, especially if you make your living perching on roofs in high winds. A roofer working for me, an experienced man, lost his balance he told me and was only saved by the stop-board on the scaffold (which is mandatory now but is a fairly recent requirement).
Requirement exigencies are not always conducive to one's best interests.
One might politely submit to them on Valentine's Day, Walpurgis Night, anytime Barry Manilow has been on the telly, when United have won or on any other occasions when one is instructed to suspend one judgement concerning one's dignity.
Dignity, respect or family honour is the reason sometimes and increasingly frequently given for the most outrageous crimes including murder happeining nowadays. So you needn't look in The Godfather-style fiction for that; it has been imported into Britain.
