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More domestic danger avoided

February 22, 2014

I have bought her an iPad, and iPhone and an iRon, so I did not expect to have to do my own ironing. I am having something of a domestic crisis at the moment. After the sewing debacle the day before, from which I can still feel the pain, I was suddenly confronted with a creased shirt and no Nice Lady Decorator available to do her duty. Now chaps all know they should not have to wield an iron as the are dangerous hot things that can hurt you. Much better to leave that sort of thing for the women folk as chaps tend to get injured when undertaking domestic chores.

So after narrowly avoiding serious harm, but rattled by the experience, and with the sun out for the first time in ages, and That Nice Lady Decorator back in my good books, we decided to pop out for a pint. I had heard about a pub at Angmering called the Spotted Cow which I had not previously visited. This was an alarming situation as I thought I knew all the pubs in a 5 mile radius, especially those in pretty villages, and so this gap in my knowledge was eating away at me. It is quite a nice, is slightly run down establishment, improved by having the second best beer in the world, Timothy Taylor’s Landlord on tap.

We had not planned to have lunch but as it was still sunny, I said “It doesn’t look like reindeer” so on the way back made a spontaneous decision to drop into the George at Burpham where Nearly Hairless Nick is the bar manager (I think) and see what was on the menu. He is a deer chap as you can see from today’s photograph. The menu has expanded somewhat, to the extent of putting us both on the horns of a dilemma, if you get my drift. I searched for venison but settled for wild mushroom and spinach risotto instead.

rudolph the reindeer

Nearly Hairless Nick is on the right.

After a brief siesta, we had planned to go over to Shoreham where Mr Otway was going to perform a few songs at a beer festival with ranting left-wing poet Attila The Stockbroker. Politically Attila is situated quite a long way to the left of Stalin. I met him around 25 years ago at the Edinburgh Festival and discovered that this arch communist had taken advantage of the Margaret Thatcher Council House Right To Buy scheme, and had almost paid off his mortgage. This was too much of an opportunity for fun to be missed. I spent a long time discussing how he managed to juggle his political beliefs, whilst enjoying the benefits one of the Iron Lady’s most controversial policies, and being a capitalist home owner. More fun was to be had when he revealed that he had a small boat moored on the south coast. I don’t know why, but he strongly objected to me calling it a luxury yacht.

Anyway, in the end, with the hangover from the night before, lunch out and then the Wales versus France rugby match on in the pub next door, we flaked out and lit the fire and opened a bottle of wine and I dreamed of new customers for Currencies Direct. There was one small incident in the White Hart, when, after that Nice Lady Decorator had finished her third pint of Guinness, she asked the gorgeous Melissa the barmaid to “take these empty glasses away, I don’t want to look like a lush”. That they were her own empty glasses, and in my opinion she would be hard pressed to defend a charge of being a lush, counted for nothing.

Chris France
@Valbonne_News

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9 Comments leave one →
  1. howzaaat permalink
    February 22, 2014 11:32 am

    Glad to learn you’re gradually re-surfacing from your rather cowed pose in yesterday’s domestic crisis and that you’re gently re-gaining the upper hand ! I hope my limerick today does the episode justice — it’s sympathetic to your case !

    In a crisis that forces one’s hand,
    At times, we chaps must all take a stand.
    One can’t live through one’s life
    Without strife with one’s wife,
    But sweet reconciliation is grand !

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    • February 22, 2014 1:54 pm

      I think you are exactly on my wavelength!

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  2. February 22, 2014 11:48 am

    Pah ! Howzaaat, Chris, you are both being just too chauvinistic for words ! I get the distinct impression that your attitude towards women can be summed up by the limerick which follows below. Be honest, it’s YOU to a tee, n’est-ce pas ?

    A chauvinist swine with no spine
    Feels that women are basically fine
    In his bedroom or kitchen
    (Except when they’re bitchin’),
    And for hanging his shirts on the line !

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    • Patrick permalink
      February 22, 2014 12:58 pm

      Sorry Winnie, I disagree with your stated impression. I don’t think either Howzaaat or Chris are chauvinists in the least; nor am I for that matter — what’s wrong about men admiring the talents, qualities and attributes that women have, few though they may be !

      While I’d argue we men are superior
      (Meaning women are mostly inferior),
      I’m NO chauvinist swine:
      I say women are fine –
      If they’re blessed with a pretty posterior.

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      • February 22, 2014 1:53 pm

        Well said! Couldn’t agree more

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    • February 22, 2014 1:53 pm

      Harsh… But fair

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  3. Helen permalink
    February 23, 2014 2:05 am

    The Venison could not be found
    Not a sign of those dear, deer around!!
    So they just had rissotto
    before getting blotto
    then home to sweet dreams
    they were bound ….

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    • February 23, 2014 6:30 am

      Nice

      http://www.valbonnenews.com

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  4. February 23, 2014 5:11 am

    do you mind if I tweet this?

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