Greetings one and all! The blog rises once more....but before I write more I need to tell you that the address of the blog is changing. Yes, we are escaping the clutches of Google and heading over to Wordpress, our shiny new home. So its time to update your bookmarks, dear readers to our new address of http://rovingtheglobe.wordpress.com
The blog will be published through to Facebook as well, though not through the old NetworkedBlogs system. It will show up just as normal...well as normal as two homos whizzing around the world can be!
So stay tuned and watch this space! The new blog will be up and running at the new address tomorrow!
Big Love,
D&J
Monday, December 17, 2012
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Trains, Dames, and Automobiles. The final day.
Off to town! |
Monday morning came bright and early at Margaret’s house at
around 7.30am. Vivienne was nowhere to
be found, and the smell of stinky dog had also been successfully banished from
the house. The four of us sat bleary
eyed at the breakfast table and talked about plans for the day. James and I had suggested a day out in London
for the four of us and now it was time to come up with a plan to make it
happen! Due to advanced years of our
travelling companions we decided that it would be a better idea to drive in to
London and park, rather than subjecting Madge and Shirl to the long train ride
from Ware. We agreed that the expense of
parking and petrol would probably all come out to the same as the train tickets
anyway, so with plans made we all put on our finery and settled into the car
for the drive to town!
I won’t bore you all with the minutia of our drive in, but
suffice to say it was an entertaining trip with the four of us all piled into
our trusty Vauxhall Corsa, with Madge and Shirl talking up a storm in the
back. Before long we were navigating
into our chosen car park, the NCP lot at St Pancras station (NOT St. Pancreas,
as James continued to pronounce it) and, with car safely parked, and girls
warmly dressed for the adventure to come, we headed off into the tube station
to begin the first stage of our trek, a journey to the Tate Modern! Never having been, and eager to see whether
all these years of school were going to mean that I understood more of it than
before, it was to be the first of many cultural moments of the day…for all of
us. Especially Shirley.
David and Shirley |
However, the first challenge was to be Shirley and the tube
trains, which sounds like a great name for a pop group if you ask me. We didn’t have to wait long for Shirley’s
uncanny ability to cause chaos and mayhem to manifest itself. Indeed the first instance came when she tried
to put her train ticket into the electronic barrier the wrong way around. Of course nothing happened and the ticket was
spat back out at her. Meanwhile, the
line/queue started building up behind her.
Finally, she turned the ticket up the correct way and the ticket went
through to the little top slot where you are supposed to remove the ticket to
open the barrier. Did Shirley realise
this? No. Having been conditioned to look at the reject
slot for her upside down ticket, the concept that if you put the ticket in the
correct way, the ticket would move through the barrier was completely
alien. So everyone (including the
billions of people behind her) waited for the penny to drop. But the penny didn’t drop at all and
eventually a strong and handsome looking man in the line behind Shirley stepped
forward, grabbed the ticket from the machine, placed it into her hand, and when
the barrier opened, propelled Shirley straight through it. Shirley almost tripped over herself as she
swooned at the rugged features of her helper and, simpering “thank you” to her
new suitor, we were off once more. You
may ask, dear reader, why we didn’t help?
That’s because the three of us were hysterically laughing our heads off
the other side of the barrier…..as we do.
James and Margaret |
So with that done we navigated the platforms, found our trains,
and without losing anyone successfully completed the journey to the tube
station of Mansion House, near the Tate Modern.
A short walk over the fabulous millennium bridge led us to the doors of
the museum where we stepped inside. We
spent a pleasant hour and half at the museum, wandering from floor to floor,
looking at all manner of works, ranging from Tacita Dean’s video installations,
to Taryn Simon’s photography exhibition, and taking in a bunch of Abstract
Expressionist paintings in a special painting gallery. Was it interesting? To me it most certainly was. I did find that my expensive education seems
to be paying off, and while there was a lot that passed me by there was a lot
more that I certainly now understood.
Shirley provided the group entertainment in loudly exclaiming that
everything was very strange looking and that she didn’t understand why people
called this art, though even she agreed that the sheer volume of people
tramping through the museum probably indicated that she was the odd one out in
not getting it, a result of sorts I suppose.
After we had exhausted ourselves and had made the requisite
trip to the bookshop we headed out into the brisk November afternoon in need of
sustenance. Rather than dealing with
the trains again Margaret decided that we should take a black cab for the next
leg of our journey. So without further
ado we hailed a cab, stepped inside and requested the driver to deliver us
safely to Fortnum and Mason for afternoon tea.
Swishing through the streets of London in a taxi is such a great
experience. Unlike some other cities in
the world, the cabs are always spotlessly clean and exceptionally comfortable. We marvelled at the crowds as we sped along
the Strand, our driver clearly understanding that we were both hungry and
thirsty, and, after whizzing around Trafalgar Square and up Piccadilly, we
arrived at the doors of F&M, England’s most hallowed grocer. For those of you unacquainted with this
fabulous emporium, you can find them at Fortnum & Mason
. Check out the hampers!
The Millenium Bridge and Tate Modern |
Galloping up the steps we entered the tea room and, after
being seated by a particularly handsome maître d’hôtel, we eagerly scanned the
menu. It took only a moment for us to
settle on the special menu of the day, Smoked Salmon sandwiches, scones with
clotted cream and jam, together with pots of tea. With much fabulous swishing of the wait
staff, four silver towers appeared instantaneously on our table crammed with
delicacies, together with four shiny silver teapots, all heavenly! I urge you not to miss the chance to
experience this if you are in London at all.
It may be a little on the pricey side, but as with all things in life,
you get what you pay for, and the experience and food is just fantastic. We spent a pleasant hour being suitably
refreshed and topped the whole experience off with some shopping time, picking
up some Lapsang Suchong tea for the journey home to the US.
Tea Time at Fortnum and Mason |
Stepping outside at 4pm we realised that we were
conveniently close to Jermyn Street, perhaps my most favourite street in London
and home to one of two Alfred Dunhill
stores. Could we just walk by and not
peek in? Of course not, so in we went
while leaving the ladies to wander into some of the shops that were
nearby. James handily exchanged the
cufflinks he bought earlier in the trip for a pair he preferred and I succeeded
in escaping the store without spending anything, a very sad state of affairs
indeed! I was not, however, to be so
lucky at our next port of call, Floris,
one of the world’s oldest perfumers.
James was on a mission to pick up some fragrance and some shower gel,
and I was there to just browse….or so I thought. It wasn’t long before the handsome salesman,
Karim, had persuaded me to purchase a bottle of Santal for myself. How could I refuse such a dashing Turkish man? The answer, of course, was that I could
not. So with yet more bags, James and I
paid the bill and headed on our way once more.
Rescuing Margaret and Shirley from the ladies section of the store, we
sailed back out into the night and headed toward Green Park tube station to
begin our journey home. It was 5.30pm
and for those of you unfamiliar with travelling on the London Underground in
the height of the rush hour it was a busy affair. Hoping that we wouldn’t lose Madge and Shirl
in the melee, we held on tightly and rocked our way at high speed through
London’s tunnels, emerging at St Pancras safe and sound and ready for our drive
home. Once in the car, we pointed
ourselves firmly northwards and, with a sigh of relief and contentment, headed
back to Ware with thoughts of dinner firmly in our sights!
Bland English Food..... |
After arriving back at “Chez Madge”, we dropped our bags off
and rushed off around the corner to “The Vine”, our chosen eatery for the
evening. Maria joined us soon after and
with Martini’s in hand, always a risk with Shirley on board, we studied the fabulous
menu, happily discovered that all wine was 50% off on Monday nights, and
settled in for the evening. Dinner was
quite fabulous and proved to be a fitting end to our trip. I enjoyed some venison, something that I have
not been able to have since I left the UK, all washed down with some fabulous
wines offered to us by the wine waiter who appeared to have a “thing” for
Shirley. She’s always trouble….have you
noticed? But that is why we love her so
much. There is never a dull moment when
she is around! We talked about life, our
friends back in Menorca, what we were all going to be doing over the next year
or so, and generally made merry, enjoying the glow of friendships that warm the
heart and strengthen the soul. A good
time was had by all…..especially by Shirley, who, radiant from her Martini, spent
the entire evening winking at the waiters as they bustled around.
With that, dear reader, our story comes to a close. The rest of our trip was made up of packing,
heading to the airport, and heading home where we arrived at approximately 10pm
the following day. It had been a
whirlwind trip but one that had been worth every minute. Filled with warmth, love, and yet more
special memories, we realised how fortunate we are to be able to do the things
we do and to have such wonderful people to share it with. We also enjoy sharing our tales with all of
you and I was astonished to see that one day we received over 90 hits on the
blog. Fame and celebrity at last!
So I bid you farewell, dear reader, until the next
time. Who knows when that will be? We will let you know the next time we travel
somewhere. But until then, big love to
you all!
D&J
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Friends, Foxes, and Are You Being Served?
Greetings BlogPickers!
Sunday morning came quite quickly for your little disco
bunnies. We could be found peeking over
the covers at around 7.30am at the Zig Zag Cottage, wondering what there was to
eat for breakfast! Yes, dear readers, we
are always ruled by our stomach and the memory of the previous days breakfast
was still shining brightly enough to make us leap out of bed (well, David
anyway), shower, and be downstairs in time for the fabulous Mary-Ann to deliver
more grub. The breakfast was just as splendid
as before and the setting just dolly. The little pots of Tiptree jams and jellies,
together with a bottle of fabulous Tiptree brown sauce, even gave me the idea
for making my own and selling it. My
imagination at breakfast is clearly at its best, especially as I even came up
with a name for the comanpy, “Poofters Purveyors”. Ah the stuff of morning…..
With breakfast done we packed up our belongings, paid the
bill, leapt into our trusty Vauxhall Corsa and sped off into the distance. As always we had places to go, people to see,
and things to do! There is never a dull
day in the travel life of your intrepid friends and today was to be no
exception. We were first heading to Ware
in Hertfordshire to meet up with two beloved friends, Margaret & Shirley, their
daughters (also beloved), and then the whole lot of us were heading to the pub
to meet up with more friends in a sort of wedding reunion bash from last
year. What fun, I hear you cry! We dashed across country, marvelling at how
fast the trees seem to be going, and came to a rest in the car park at Tesco’s,
somewhere outside of Hertford.
You will know (if you have been keeping up with our blog
over the years) that one of the things we always do in England is to stock up
on food stuffs to take back to the USA.
Having stopped at Costco earlier in our trip for some of the bulk items,
we now felt compelled to pick up those little delights that just make our
hearts sing while we are away from England, namely OXO cubes, spice mixes, Pizza
Express salad dressings, Sharwoods egg noodles, digestive biscuits, and other
goodies. We grabbed a cart and entered
the fray. With only about 15 minutes to
spare, it was a little like we were in an episode of “Supermarket Sweep”, but
with concentration and without lingering
to long over the snow peas, we were in, out, and back on our way in no time,
complete with bunches of flowers for Madge and Shirl too.
20 minutes later we finally arrived at our destination. Margaret lives in a fabulous old mews house,
built in the 1600’s and there awaiting us was Margaret and her daughter
Maria. We deposited bags, kissed
everyone in sight, and then all piled into Margaret’s car for the drive to the
pub to meet the rest of the gang. I had
chosen “The Beehive” in Epping Green for us all to meet as it was highly
recommended in the Good Pub Guide and seemed to be a good location for all to reach. Maria, driving Margaret’s car, deftly whisked
us through the woods in her chariot (well, a Ford Fiesta) and after 15 minutes
we were there, gasping for a drink and eager to meet the rest of the gang. Entering the pub we found that Janet and
Stuart, Alison, Martin, and their two children Mia-Louise and Luke, together
with Shirley, Sarah and Claire, her two daughters had already arrived. There was much more kissing and hugging to be
seen, and before long we had all grabbed drinks and re-arranged the entire pub
to accommodate all of us for lunch. A
few moments later, Louise and Andrew, together with their daughters Natasha and
Francesca arrived to complete the party.
Eloise and Stephen were unable to attend due to other commitments and
were sorely missed. But otherwise we
settled in for an afternoon of catch-up, food and fun!
Everyone was on fine form for the afternoon and once
everyone had ordered lunch people started to move around and chat even more,
swapping stories of the past year and talking about upcoming plans too. It is times like these that make me realise
how much I value the friendships that have stood the test of time. We all get to see each other so rarely but
when we come back together it is as if no time has passed at all. Truly magnificent! Everything was going swimmingly until the
smell started……
A smell, I hear you cry?
Yes, dear reader, a smell of the highest magnitude indeed. It almost certainly seemed to be emanating
from our collection of tables too. The
pub was dog free (apart from a few moments earlier when Rodger, Sarah’s Jack
Russell, had made a surprise entrance into the bar, having slipped the leash
from outside and leapt all over Janet and James) so everyone quickly did the
very strange looking dance of lifting their shoes up and looking at the soles
but to no avail. The smell continued, at
times strong (deathly so), and at times receding a little. But most definitely it was there and with us,
a little like the Holy Spirit if you will, present (or so you think) but
impossible to know for sure!
After a while, said smell was narrowed down to the area of
the table occupied by James, Maria, Claire, and Sarah. It seemed to be stronger whenever James was
talking, which was a trifle alarming to say the least, and certainly was very
off putting. James was banished outside
to verify this, and instantly the pong was gone. Upon his return, the pong returned. It soon became evident that the culprit was
James’ fleece. Sarah suddenly realised
what it was. Rodger, little darling, had
found some fox droppings, something that Jack Russell’s are apparently fond of,
and he had rolled in them. When he had
made his dash into the bar and leapt onto James’ lap he had transferred this
country delight to James’ fleece, thereby allowing the whole pub to participate
in the fox poo craze. It was on one
sleeve only, so when James had been talking and gesticulating, the scent had
been wafted across the table. With the
problem solved, James’ fleece was banished to the car, along with Rodger, and
the afternoon commenced once more. Never
let it be said that all of us are not capable of creating mirth and merriment
wherever we go. The country just
provides so many more opportunities for us to make memories. Thanks to Rodger and Reynard we now have a
new story to carry us through the years!
Sadly, though, it was soon time for all to depart once more. We paid our bills, kissed and hugged, and departed
The Beehive, burnished with the glow of alcohol, food, and conviviality, an
afternoon well spent in fabulous surroundings with fabulous folks. Huzzah!
With that, we piled into Madges car once more and sped onwards through
the countryside back to Ware for the evening.
Once back at Madge’s a quick nap was had by all and then we
all repaired to the fireside with some more food, wine, and begun the process
of catching up some more. Rodger
re-appeared, freshly bathed, and smelling of lavender and pine, and Margaret
and Shirley regaled us all with stories of what they had been up to since we
saw them last. Maria filled us all in
on how her horses are, the latest happenings with her husband Bob (a pilot,
temporarily based in Russia), and her business activities, which seem to be
going well, and Sarah told us all about her hypnotherapy sideline too. And then there was a knock at the door.
Enter Vivienne. Newly
moved into the mews was Vivienne Johnson, actress and wife of a QC (Queens
Counsel (Posh Lawyer)), and she swept into the house wearing full make up….and
a full length blue velvet snuggie (for those unaware of the item, google it),
clearly the outfit du jour for aging
actresses. For those of you who are unfamiliar
with the name, Vivienne was the nurse in “Are you being served” for many years
who looked after Young Mr Grace. This is
her most famous role, though she has also played many other parts over the
years too, including appearing in many Carry – On Movies. Now a drama teacher at school, she is just
about to be re-launched by her son and management company, a story that we were
treated to for the next three hours. It
transpires that Vivienne is very much in demand, has been signed to a top London
agency, and is currently going through the auditioning and “putting it out
there” process once more. Now that her
husband has retired, she has decided that she needs to get out of the house
more, hence the re-launch. Vivienne is,
however, rather nervous at her re-found fame on the London circuit and so felt
it necessary to have us all live through it with her. She told many hilarious stories about actors
and actresses that she had worked with, all washed down with large glasses of
white wine and interspersed with random breakouts into song in her husky alto
voice, honed by years of smoking. Life
is never dull with us, dear readers, is it?
About halfway through “An Evening With Vivienne”, said
actress decided that she needed to go and fetch her dog from next door. Enter Boadicea, an exceptionally large
Wolfhound…….who smelt of fox poo. I kid
you not. Feeling a rush of nostalgia,
deja-vu, and alarm, we all tried to fend Boadicea and her noxious fragrance
off, while trying to persuade Vivienne to remove the splendid but whiffy
hound. Vivienne, however, had had far too
much wine to care, and so we all had to endure both the smell and stories for a
little longer until Shirley announced, at 12.30am, that it was time for
bed. This triggered one more round of
stories from our illustrious thespian friend, about Kenneth Williams and
Vanessa Redgrave (an odd combination) and then off she swept, Boadicea in tow,
exiting in the same formidable style with which she had entered.
And that, dear reader, was that. Our day was at a close once more. We did the dishes, tidied up the fireside,
and furiously sprayed air freshener everywhere before climbing the stairs once
more to duvet heaven. The next day was
to be our final one in England and we had all planned to go into London for the
day. David, James, Madge and Shirl do
London town! An episode not to be
missed!
Big love to you all!
D&J
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Homos at the speed of light - on the dancefloor, in the car, and in the air.
Greetings dear readers! Blogmeister David here, and finally I have some time to write up a few notes about the last few days. Sitting here on the airplane on our way home from England has been the first chance I have had! This has been one of the busiest trips that we have ever been on and opportunities to write have been, for me, non-existent. The reason for this is twofold; first I was the driver in England, so didn’t not have my normal chance to tap away on the keyboard while James was whizzing us across the land, and secondly we were just so busy that there was nary a moment to think let alone write! But now, ensconced in my minute seat on American Airlines, typing with my thumbs because the seat pitch and spacing has been reduced so much that I cannot even fully open the screen of my 13” laptop, I thought I would catch you all up on some of the excitement that has been occurring in the Martin Koschoreck family.
As you know, dear reader, we arrived last Wednesday on the fabulous transatlantic daylight flight from Chicago (the timing was fabulous, the flight itself far from, as always), and spent a few days whirling around the north country, seeing my sister, her partner Mike, children, along with the famous “Top Tottie from Tottington” Christine. You know all of this because you read James’ blog post on Saturday morning. So I shall pick up from where he left off, because I am sure you are just gasping for more of our gripping adventures. I’d hate to disappoint you all so, without further preamble I’ll move swiftly along…..
After breakfast in the fabulous Zig Zag Cottage in Harwich, which was sitting on top of the previous night’s Chinese feast of Sweet and Sour Prawns, Beef and Broccoli, Chicken and Mushrooms, special friend rice, Prawn Crackers, and Spring Rolls (eaten at 1am in the morning I may add) we decided that we would like to go to the seaside. Harwich, pronounced “Harritch” for those unacquainted, is about as far as you can go without falling off the edge of the world in England. Located in the county of Essex, just above London and to the right, it is a favourite place for sun, sea, and splendor. Except in November, when you get just sea. Still, undaunted by the looming grey clouds and ominous looking sky, we picked ourselves up and swept off towards the seaside town of Clacton. We had only a few hours before we had to go to the wedding so we spent a pleasant time wandering the pier and watching the natives shuffle along the sea walk looking thoroughly miserable in the mist and murk. It was then that I spied a little stall selling fresh seafood, another ever present feature of the English seaside. We rushed over and proceeded to marvel at the offerings available to us. And that was just the lady who was working there, who had on rather a lot of make-up, a brassy blonde hairdo, all topped off with a violent gash of red lipstick. After the initial alarm of the scowling and rather uncommunicative seaside wench, we started to peruse her wares, chiefly, Cockles, Mussels, (alive, alive oh!), crab sticks, pickled eggs (yuck), and the ultimate….jellied eels.
Now, dear reader, I am always concerned about broadening the horizons of my darling husband James when it comes to English culture, so what better opportunity could there be than to have him try jellied eels. I am sure that most of the English people reading this blog are at the moment hurling into a bucket, but for the sake of the Americans who have no idea what this is all about, let me enlighten you. Jellied eels are considered a very traditional London delicacy (chiefly an east London and Essex one I believe), and are eels caught from the estuary of the river Thames, cooked, chopped up, and then chilled in aspic/jelly. They are, dear gastronomes of the blog-o-sphere, quite vile in my opinion. Cold, slimy, gelatinous, lumpy, and well, chewy, are just some of the words I will use to describe them. But seeing as I was not going to be eating them, I proceeded to sell James on the idea of trying them anyway. My reputation for being able to sell an Eskimo snow is there for a reason, however in the spirit of full disclosure I did tell James that I thought they were fairly horrid and that I wouldn’t eat them. But I also impressed upon him the fact that this would be a significant cultural and culinary milestone in his assimilation into English culture. After a moment’s hesitation he stepped forward and handed over the sum of three pounds and was duly presented with a large pot of eels and a plastic fork. I played it safe and had a pot of cockles in malt vinegar……
It only took one mouthful. After shoveling in a hefty portion of the jelly and icky, cold, lumpy, gelatinous, slimy (are you getting the idea yet?) fish into his mouth, a rather alarmed look developed across my husband’s normally cherubic and gorgeous visage. This was followed by a grimace and determined look, that brought on perhaps the largest swallow that has been seen this side of Pamela Anderson on the casting couch. It was to be the only swallow as James then declared himself an avowed member of the “Jellied Eels are cock-a-do-do” club. Spinning on his heel like any good homosexual with a pot of fish in his hand should be able to, he marched onto the beach and proceeded to feed the remains to the seagulls. The seagulls swooped down from the sky to investigate and then as one performed feats of acrobatics and peeled back around and swept off into the sky shrieking in horror too. I guess no-one really likes jellied eel. So with that little escapade complete it was time to head back to our hotel to prepare for the wedding of Alan and Phillip!
Speeding our way through the country lanes brought us safely back where we changed into our finery and within 30 minutes we were back on the road to Colchester where the ceremony was to be taking place. Colchester is about a 30 minute drive from Harwich and for those of you interested in such frippery is the oldest recorded town in England. Never let it be said that this blog is a waste of your time, as without such gems of learning, you, dear reader, would be so much poorer without such nuggets of information to toss casually into the conversation at your next dinner party. 30 minutes later we arrived and after securing a place in a very large car park full of determined looking Saturday shoppers, we walked to the registry office where we met our dear friends Colin and David who we had not seen since our wedding last year. We took our seats and sat back and enjoyed the wonderful ceremony that followed.
In a rare moment of seriousness from your Blogmeister, I have to say that this was a special occasion for many reasons. Alan is a dear friend who I had lost contact with when I moved to the USA and we only rediscovered each other a few years ago thanks to Facebook. So it was particularly lovely to be able to witness and celebrate such a super affair. It should also be noted that the opportunity to see two people of the same sex legally join as a couple in law is a remarkable testament to how far certain parts of the world have come. It fills my heart to see it and the sooner the rest of the world gets their heads out of the sand and realizes that love is valid in all shapes, sizes, and sexualities the better. For those of you investigating elections next year remember that equality is important and I urge you to support candidates who are fair, just and who support equality, regardless of their party affiliation. So there.
After the ceremony was over we all went out to the lovely courtyard behind the office and posed for the obligatory photographs. I busied myself with snapping a few of my own; once a wedding photographer always a wedding photographer it seems. It was a very jolly affair and a short while later we were off back to Harwich for the next part of the day. Alan had arranged for a small group of us to congregate at The Tower Hotel for a few hours and we duly sat on lovely big sofas with gin and tonics, wine, and spent a very wonderful few hours in a small group catching up with each other and marveling at how fabulous friendships are, especially ones that seem to be able to survive long periods apart. It seemed only yesterday that so many of us were 20 years old and heading down to The Euston Tavern in London to dance out little whatsit’s off to “The Boss” by Diana Ross. Ah, the stuff of legend…..
At around 7pm it was time to head onward to the main reception part of the evening. Held at the Royal Oak pub in The Acorn Suite, we arrived to find a veritable feast laid before us and a fabulous disco. With both Alan and I sharing very similar musical tastes I was looking forward to the opportunity to dance the night away and I was not disappointed. Before long your intrepid blogger was busting out some spectacular moves on the dance floor to S’Express, Kylie Minogue, Lady Gaga, YMCA, ABC, The Human League, and other such luminaries of my youth. James and I took to the floor on many occasions and were also joined by new friends Sharon and Adam who were both fab. Sharon was very popular on the dance floor and was at one point spotted being Paso Doble’d around the floor by a very dapper gay man while Adam strutted his stuff with an array of very well synchronized dance moves that were the envy of many. We sat with Colin and David and had a totally stupendous evening. I of course couldn’t resist grabbing my camera on many occasions and, sneaking off into the fray, snapped some photos which I will duly process and dispatch to Alan whenever I get a moment to breath, likely when school is finished in mid-December.
And with that it was time for a taxi ride back to the Zig Zag cottage and to bed. We picked ourselves up, dusted off our jackets, and in no time at all found ourselves back in bed, sleeping the sound sleep of those who have acquitted themselves well on the dance floor. I don’t know about James but I dreamt fabulous dreams of love, life, friendship, and of winning the mirror ball trophy in Dancing With The Stars/Strictly Come Dancing with a spell binding quickstep that would knock your heels off. Ah, the stuff of legend!
So with that, dear reader, I bid you farewell. I’ll post more later in the week. The blog posts will continue for a while after we return as I try to catch up. We’ll see you soon!
Big love!
David and James.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
A quick snapshot...
Greetings blogpickers! A quick snapshot to show you James blogging...a rare and wonderful occurrence! I'll write more later.....
Big love to all!
DMx
Big love to all!
DMx
Breakfast at the Zig Zag Cottage
Hello, folks!
In the immortal words of Willie Nelson, we're "on the road again" - this time to celebrate the wedding of our friends Alan and Phil in Harwich, England. We arrived late Wednesday night at Heathrow, hired a car, and drove about an hour to spend the night just outside Oxford. As it was after midnight and all the good Englishpeople were tucked in their beds, I (James) decided to try my hand at driving in this everything-is-reversed-if-not-upside-down country. Motorway driving, check. Since there was nary a soul on the road, I never had to worry about the nasty rule of no undertaking. Driving on the village roads outside Oxford, check. Reverse parking into the minuscule space at the hotel, disaster. Well, not a disaster really since I didn't actually hit anything - just more of a frustration for having to have four or five goes before settling into an acceptable position.
After morning breakfast - and before you ask, yes it WAS the FULL ENGLISH - we headed directly to the Bicester (rhymes with blister) Village Outlet Shops to stock up on some new duds from the Dunhill Store. I'll let David fill you in on all the details.
We left the shop 900 pounds lighter and headed into the scary North Country (just kidding, Christine) to spend the night with Jane (David's sister), Mike, Jack, and Harry. Wonderful company, great visit, and scrumptious homemade chili - a perfectly relaxing evening.
Breakfast at Marks and Spencer (Really? Is it ALWAYS about food?) with the obligatory slice of Victoria Sponge, and then we were off on an official school visit at the Bolton School (even deeper into the North Country) to visit our Christine in her native professional habitat. She treated us to a delightful lunch of sandwiches, sushi, fruit, and homemade apple cake! The visit was way too short, and soon we were on the road again - this time heading southward once more to the coastal town of Harwich in Essex.
The four hour journey took actually 7-1/2 hours, what with bad weather and crowded motorways, and we arrived at the Zig Zag Cottage at about 10:30. Quick check in, and off to find some victuals. At that time the only choices were fish and chips, kebabs, or Chinese take-away. We settled on the latter.
So that brings me to the point of this morning's photo of breakfast at the Zig Zag. Paul and Marianne run a well tended and very clean bed and breakfast in an 18th century cottage in the village of Great Oakley just outside Harwich. After another full English, I can barely move. And now David wants to force to go for a morning walk along the beach. When the choice is to walk or to stay in eating Galaxy chocolates all day - well, I'll leave you to guess what I've chosen.
Until next time.......keeeeeeeeep traveling!
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In the immortal words of Willie Nelson, we're "on the road again" - this time to celebrate the wedding of our friends Alan and Phil in Harwich, England. We arrived late Wednesday night at Heathrow, hired a car, and drove about an hour to spend the night just outside Oxford. As it was after midnight and all the good Englishpeople were tucked in their beds, I (James) decided to try my hand at driving in this everything-is-reversed-if-not-upside-down country. Motorway driving, check. Since there was nary a soul on the road, I never had to worry about the nasty rule of no undertaking. Driving on the village roads outside Oxford, check. Reverse parking into the minuscule space at the hotel, disaster. Well, not a disaster really since I didn't actually hit anything - just more of a frustration for having to have four or five goes before settling into an acceptable position.
After morning breakfast - and before you ask, yes it WAS the FULL ENGLISH - we headed directly to the Bicester (rhymes with blister) Village Outlet Shops to stock up on some new duds from the Dunhill Store. I'll let David fill you in on all the details.
We left the shop 900 pounds lighter and headed into the scary North Country (just kidding, Christine) to spend the night with Jane (David's sister), Mike, Jack, and Harry. Wonderful company, great visit, and scrumptious homemade chili - a perfectly relaxing evening.
Breakfast at Marks and Spencer (Really? Is it ALWAYS about food?) with the obligatory slice of Victoria Sponge, and then we were off on an official school visit at the Bolton School (even deeper into the North Country) to visit our Christine in her native professional habitat. She treated us to a delightful lunch of sandwiches, sushi, fruit, and homemade apple cake! The visit was way too short, and soon we were on the road again - this time heading southward once more to the coastal town of Harwich in Essex.
The four hour journey took actually 7-1/2 hours, what with bad weather and crowded motorways, and we arrived at the Zig Zag Cottage at about 10:30. Quick check in, and off to find some victuals. At that time the only choices were fish and chips, kebabs, or Chinese take-away. We settled on the latter.
So that brings me to the point of this morning's photo of breakfast at the Zig Zag. Paul and Marianne run a well tended and very clean bed and breakfast in an 18th century cottage in the village of Great Oakley just outside Harwich. After another full English, I can barely move. And now David wants to force to go for a morning walk along the beach. When the choice is to walk or to stay in eating Galaxy chocolates all day - well, I'll leave you to guess what I've chosen.
Until next time.......keeeeeeeeep traveling!
Sent from my Windows Phone
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Galena, your blogmeisters new union suit, and the way home.
Greetings, Blog Pickers, Blogmeister David back again! It’s Sunday and we are in Illinois, about 60 miles from Normal (such an odd name for a place…..but I guess it is better than having another York, Springfield, Peoria, or other such multi state name). We left Galena around 10 am this morning and have been driving for about 2 hours already. CyberBitch, the voice in the GPS, tells us that it will take about 7.5 hours to get home so I thought that this would be a good opportunity to wrap up the blog for this trip. We are sitting here (driving here?) listening to the Glee- 3D The Movie soundtrack and Lea Michelle has just belted out Don’t Rain On My Parade, the song we had at the opening of our wedding last year. I am also watching yet more corn whizz past the window. I just posted a question on my Facebook page asking where all the wheat is grown in the America. All I ever seem to see is corn……and LOTS of it. Ah well…the multiple uses of social media. I look forward to hearing the responses!
We pulled into Galena at around 3 pm yesterday and checked in at the Aldrich Guest House. It is an absolutely gorgeous pre-civil war era home owned by Brian and Fran. It had taken some time to find somewhere with availability and who would let us stay for just a Saturday night as most have two night minimums at the weekend. We also had to find a place that would be welcoming to two men as well, something that straight couples are fortunate enough not to have to worry about. Having already discovered a few places that we didn’t think would welcome us due to wording on their websites, we were relieved when we actually spoke with Brian on the phone and he assured us that it didn’t matter one bit to him. Just another equality issue for you all to think about in the coming election cycle…..
Anyway, after checking in and having a quick tour of the house, we headed off to downtown Galena with a spring in our step after having spent 7 hours in the car. For those of you who have not been to Galena it is a beautiful place filled with tremendous history. We really didn’t have time to do it justice from a history perspective so shall have to return some time in the future. But for the few brief hours that we did have we busied ourselves on the main street. We found a bank, I withdrew $50, tucked the receipt away, photographed the bank, and had the bills changed into a $50 bill at a little store across from the bank by a young lady called Lauren. With that, we headed off to find our antique store for Illinois. Right across the street was a suitably run down store called “La Belle Époque” and so in we rushed. At the farthest end of the store sat a man with wild hair, wild beard, and wild eyes. I went over and said hello and asked him his name. “Buz”, he replied. I asked him if he was an Illinois native, at which point he got a little shifty in his chair but responded yes. I guess he may have thought I was from the IRS or something so I quickly stuck out my hand, told him my name, and that I was a photographer. I explained to him the project I was working on and he got really excited! He asked me what sort of stuff I wanted and I gave him the same answers as I gave Joan. Well, Buz lit up with the biggest smile ever which made him look even wilder than before and said he would love to do it. He even said he would throw in the box as well. So without further ado James and I departed and left Buz excitedly hopping around his store rooting through boxes and junk like a man possessed. I wondered what on earth we were going to get this time and we headed off to the shops.
We had dinner reservations for 8 pm at The Goldmoor Inn, a nice looking place outside of Galena, so after stopping off for a quick glass of wine at the DeSoto Hotel in Main Street we headed back to the hotel to have a bath (David) and a nap (James). I was eager to use the beautiful old claw-foot tub in the en-suite bathroom and so threw a handful of bubble bath salts into the water and disappeared under a cloud of heavenly lavender bubbles for 30 minutes while James snoozed on the beautiful iron framed bed, surrounded by fluffy blue and white pillows like the bearded renaissance man that he is. Then a quick change of clothes and we were off to eat. I had been looking forward to this meal but was also aware that I was approaching my dining limit. Although all of my clothes still fit I am fairly sure that I have gained around 8 pounds or more on this trip. Seeing as I had just lost 17 pounds on weight watchers this, dear reader, is not good news. So I resolved to eat sensibly tonight.
Dinner was lovely. The location was a modern constructed inn, which, as my nephew Jack commented on Facebook, looked like it had been constructed out of flat pack materials. Still the location was outstanding in that we were overlooking the river as the sun set in the distance. We dined on caprese salad, crab cakes, pork tenderloin, and beef wellington coupled with a lovely bottle of Domaine Chandon Pinot Meunier. It was all very nice and as you can see, the eating sensibly concept failed to even get started. So feeling like we had each eaten a Zeppelin, we headed back to the guest house and lay on the bed groaning with gluttony until we fell asleep, sleeping the sleep of those who have eaten too much and will pay for it in the morning.
Awakened by the smell of bacon and coffee at around 7.30 am we showered and headed down to breakfast. It was a lovely affair and Brian and Fran cooked up a storm and presented it all in front of us (groan, more food). This was my first experience of a bed and breakfast in the USA, although they are a staple of the UK, and I can honestly say that it was a fantastic experience. The standard was very high and provided almost the same quality as some of the hotels we have been staying in, although in a very different and extremely comfortable way. Next time we’ll certainly be looking at more of these places to stay and can whole heartedly recommend Aldrich in Galena. There was even a little guest book in each bedroom for you to write about your experience as well. I took great pride in writing both of our names in the book as we were the only same-sex couple to have done so. I love the fact that it will cause some people to no doubt have sleepless nights due to the horror that two men have been sleeping together in the very same bed…..ha!
And there, dear reader, you have it all. We are now 3.5 hours away from home. We just stopped for lunch at Hardees where I felt an almost uncontrollable desire to get up on the table and do a solo “Flash Mob” style routine when Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” was played on the tinny restaurant music system. But, seeing as we had stopped at El Paso, IL, I took a quick look around me at the other patrons of the restaurant and reigned myself in. Probably a shrewd move considering the rather large and scary looking truckers, seated at the table next door, devouring mountains of burgers and fries. Instead I am contenting myself with typing to you while listening to “The Very Best of Judy Garland” in the safety of the car as we pass yet more corn. Such is the life of the passenger on a road trip.
So our vacation is almost at an end. It has been a great trip. It has been quite different for me and I certainly have enjoyed myself immensely. I feel privileged to have been able to share in James’ reminiscences and have had the opportunity to see and do things that would not normally have been on my radar. “Homos on the Road” has been a riot of fun and splendor in many ways. From the Four Seasons to Cabin Number 6 and everything in between it has been a merry and dare I say it, a gay old time. I hope that you have also enjoyed keeping up with our crazy activities. I often get messages from people saying how much you enjoy the blog and that is one of the things that keep me going with it. I look forward to the next trip where we can travel with all of you by our side once more!. I hope you have also enjoyed all the pictures that have been posted through Facebook and the micro-blogging with pictures through Twitter as well. It’s been a blast! School starts back for me tomorrow with my first meeting taking place at 7.30 am in Lexington. So I’ll be up at 5 am and on the road by 5.30 am, this time on my own with only a cup of coffee, a banana, a hardboiled egg, and maybe a few pieces of toast on a plate to keep me company for my commute. James will be heading off to the University for some Meetings. So think of us both as we return to our version of reality.
And with that, dear reader, I’ll leave you with a line from a song by The Beautiful South which is “You can’t have too many good times”.
So Big Love to you all. It’s been a blast!
D&J
We pulled into Galena at around 3 pm yesterday and checked in at the Aldrich Guest House. It is an absolutely gorgeous pre-civil war era home owned by Brian and Fran. It had taken some time to find somewhere with availability and who would let us stay for just a Saturday night as most have two night minimums at the weekend. We also had to find a place that would be welcoming to two men as well, something that straight couples are fortunate enough not to have to worry about. Having already discovered a few places that we didn’t think would welcome us due to wording on their websites, we were relieved when we actually spoke with Brian on the phone and he assured us that it didn’t matter one bit to him. Just another equality issue for you all to think about in the coming election cycle…..
Anyway, after checking in and having a quick tour of the house, we headed off to downtown Galena with a spring in our step after having spent 7 hours in the car. For those of you who have not been to Galena it is a beautiful place filled with tremendous history. We really didn’t have time to do it justice from a history perspective so shall have to return some time in the future. But for the few brief hours that we did have we busied ourselves on the main street. We found a bank, I withdrew $50, tucked the receipt away, photographed the bank, and had the bills changed into a $50 bill at a little store across from the bank by a young lady called Lauren. With that, we headed off to find our antique store for Illinois. Right across the street was a suitably run down store called “La Belle Époque” and so in we rushed. At the farthest end of the store sat a man with wild hair, wild beard, and wild eyes. I went over and said hello and asked him his name. “Buz”, he replied. I asked him if he was an Illinois native, at which point he got a little shifty in his chair but responded yes. I guess he may have thought I was from the IRS or something so I quickly stuck out my hand, told him my name, and that I was a photographer. I explained to him the project I was working on and he got really excited! He asked me what sort of stuff I wanted and I gave him the same answers as I gave Joan. Well, Buz lit up with the biggest smile ever which made him look even wilder than before and said he would love to do it. He even said he would throw in the box as well. So without further ado James and I departed and left Buz excitedly hopping around his store rooting through boxes and junk like a man possessed. I wondered what on earth we were going to get this time and we headed off to the shops.
Walking around Galena was a very different experience to the previous week of vacation. Garrison had been a very down to earth, sort of homey vacation experience. Galena was all about smart gift shops, antique stores, and expensive little boutiques. The contrast was really quite marked and made for an interesting hour as we wandered along the very crowded main street, seeing people decked out in Ralph Lauren, Gucci, and other assorted designer brands. But everyone seemed in a holiday kind of mood so we mingled in and had a good time. I also made the ultimate purchase of my vacation in a strange little shop selling t-shirts, sweatshirts, caps, and underwear. A bright red up to date Union Suit! Yes, dear reader, you can see it now can’t you. These are an updated version of the traditional Union Suit and I can’t wait to wear it. You can check out my purchase at www.lazyone.com. I am tempted to take a picture of me wearing it when I get home, but I have a feeling that it might be just a little too revealing and I wouldn’t want to scare any of you silly. So you’ll just have to look at the website and image yours truly standing there posing for you. James is really not too sure about this new purchase especially as I am threatening to wear it with my new woolly hat from New Glarus….ah well.
All too quickly we found that it was time to return to see Buz. As I entered the store he was sitting there waiting for me. He presented me with a small cigar box that contained just three objects. Was I a little disappointed that we hadn’t received this enormous container of things? Maybe, but I had set the parameters of the project and it was up to Buz to choose. Buz, however, was like a little puppy. He was SO excited and I took advantage of the moment to do his portraits. We found a great spot next to the window of the store and this time I had him hold the box of stuff together with the $50 bill. I took a couple of shots, some where he was smiling like a mad axe murderer, and some where he was looking serious and really rather menacing. He was a good guy and told me that I was the highlight of his week. He was thrilled that he been a part of my project. That in itself makes the whole thing work for me. It is becoming clearer that I may need to continue to tweak the project, so when I return to school tomorrow I’ll start the process of discussing the concept with a few folks and see where it leads.
We had dinner reservations for 8 pm at The Goldmoor Inn, a nice looking place outside of Galena, so after stopping off for a quick glass of wine at the DeSoto Hotel in Main Street we headed back to the hotel to have a bath (David) and a nap (James). I was eager to use the beautiful old claw-foot tub in the en-suite bathroom and so threw a handful of bubble bath salts into the water and disappeared under a cloud of heavenly lavender bubbles for 30 minutes while James snoozed on the beautiful iron framed bed, surrounded by fluffy blue and white pillows like the bearded renaissance man that he is. Then a quick change of clothes and we were off to eat. I had been looking forward to this meal but was also aware that I was approaching my dining limit. Although all of my clothes still fit I am fairly sure that I have gained around 8 pounds or more on this trip. Seeing as I had just lost 17 pounds on weight watchers this, dear reader, is not good news. So I resolved to eat sensibly tonight.
Dinner was lovely. The location was a modern constructed inn, which, as my nephew Jack commented on Facebook, looked like it had been constructed out of flat pack materials. Still the location was outstanding in that we were overlooking the river as the sun set in the distance. We dined on caprese salad, crab cakes, pork tenderloin, and beef wellington coupled with a lovely bottle of Domaine Chandon Pinot Meunier. It was all very nice and as you can see, the eating sensibly concept failed to even get started. So feeling like we had each eaten a Zeppelin, we headed back to the guest house and lay on the bed groaning with gluttony until we fell asleep, sleeping the sleep of those who have eaten too much and will pay for it in the morning.
Awakened by the smell of bacon and coffee at around 7.30 am we showered and headed down to breakfast. It was a lovely affair and Brian and Fran cooked up a storm and presented it all in front of us (groan, more food). This was my first experience of a bed and breakfast in the USA, although they are a staple of the UK, and I can honestly say that it was a fantastic experience. The standard was very high and provided almost the same quality as some of the hotels we have been staying in, although in a very different and extremely comfortable way. Next time we’ll certainly be looking at more of these places to stay and can whole heartedly recommend Aldrich in Galena. There was even a little guest book in each bedroom for you to write about your experience as well. I took great pride in writing both of our names in the book as we were the only same-sex couple to have done so. I love the fact that it will cause some people to no doubt have sleepless nights due to the horror that two men have been sleeping together in the very same bed…..ha!
And there, dear reader, you have it all. We are now 3.5 hours away from home. We just stopped for lunch at Hardees where I felt an almost uncontrollable desire to get up on the table and do a solo “Flash Mob” style routine when Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” was played on the tinny restaurant music system. But, seeing as we had stopped at El Paso, IL, I took a quick look around me at the other patrons of the restaurant and reigned myself in. Probably a shrewd move considering the rather large and scary looking truckers, seated at the table next door, devouring mountains of burgers and fries. Instead I am contenting myself with typing to you while listening to “The Very Best of Judy Garland” in the safety of the car as we pass yet more corn. Such is the life of the passenger on a road trip.
So our vacation is almost at an end. It has been a great trip. It has been quite different for me and I certainly have enjoyed myself immensely. I feel privileged to have been able to share in James’ reminiscences and have had the opportunity to see and do things that would not normally have been on my radar. “Homos on the Road” has been a riot of fun and splendor in many ways. From the Four Seasons to Cabin Number 6 and everything in between it has been a merry and dare I say it, a gay old time. I hope that you have also enjoyed keeping up with our crazy activities. I often get messages from people saying how much you enjoy the blog and that is one of the things that keep me going with it. I look forward to the next trip where we can travel with all of you by our side once more!. I hope you have also enjoyed all the pictures that have been posted through Facebook and the micro-blogging with pictures through Twitter as well. It’s been a blast! School starts back for me tomorrow with my first meeting taking place at 7.30 am in Lexington. So I’ll be up at 5 am and on the road by 5.30 am, this time on my own with only a cup of coffee, a banana, a hardboiled egg, and maybe a few pieces of toast on a plate to keep me company for my commute. James will be heading off to the University for some Meetings. So think of us both as we return to our version of reality.
And with that, dear reader, I’ll leave you with a line from a song by The Beautiful South which is “You can’t have too many good times”.
So Big Love to you all. It’s been a blast!
D&J
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