Monday 5 September 2011

What I've been sweating over during these last few weeks....

Steps as seen from backyard...

My trusty spade

View of new steps from above....

Digging away with my trusty spade....

1 thing leads 2 another....

The view painstakingly gained at the summit of Mount Grenville.

Here we are: summer again at Gardner's Hill.

Herewith views of Varrier's Wood for winter fuel, the upper Celandine Walk leading under the rose arch to the steps up to the Top Terrace.

Tuesday 15 March 2011

Fwd: How's sunny Marbella? Settled in yet?

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Grenville Allen

Date: Sat, Mar 12, 2011 at 7:36 PM
Subject: How's sunny Marbella? Settled in yet?
To: Glyn Wakefield

If I was out there I'd only wear a wife-beater like this for Sunday best.

Most o' the time I'd be like the following:



Anyway, are you pair settled in yet? Made any new friends?

Are ya brown as berries?

Monkey Kiss

Grenville Allen
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Friday 4 February 2011

Grenville Allen in the Telegraph

An artist in every sense. Now fulfilling a lifelong ambition to go topless in the Telegraph.


Selected Grenville Allen comments in the Telegraph

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Telegraph 26 Comments

01/06/2011 10:14 AM
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My wife is transfixed by the Archers. 7pm is the one part of the day when she stops, sits still and listens, glass in hand. She found the death of Nigel truly sad. But life goes on. She's currently clearing out the cupboards, having read that that is a good way to stave off the winter blues. Her view is that if one keeps oneself busy one hasn't time to worry about the politics of envy. And just general tittle-tattle per se.
12/17/2010 12:19 AM
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As a schoolboy actor on the RSC stage in Stratford: here I remember Judi well. Brilliant. I acted in the 'Merry Wives of Windsor' with Brenda Bruce, Liz Spriggs and Judi's brother Jeff Dench. Of course, seeing a young Helen Mirren stepping dishabille from the shower was one of the biggest thrills for me as a twelve-yr-old. Marvellous times.
01/13/2011 04:03 PM
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For Tesco, history began when Jack Cohen returned from the First World War and invested £30 on a surplus food stall in London's East End. Cohen consolidated his initial small-scale success by joining forces with T.E. Stockwell, and the name Tesco was born. The first shop with "Tesco" emblazoned above the window was opened in 1929.

But even Tesco's so-called 'Finest' range is barely edible. Which is why we shop at Waitrose. And always have done.
01/30/2011 01:51 PM
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"Office banter" often leads to "office goosing" through to "office groping" onto full-scale "office orgies" aka "office Christmas parties". All well and good between consenting individuals but not so good when one of said individuals has bad breath, flaky skin or is just downright plug-ugly. From my humble experience. But then — beneath the veneer — we are all simply creatures roaming about on a harsh unforgiving planet.

During the eighties, my wife would come home from her office duties, many a time complaining about the sly sneaky groping and goosing she'd received. My hackles would go up at this and I'd offer to give the groper "a good hiding" only to be told not to intervene. According to her, it would only make matters worse.

An office associate of mine told of similar woes and one night sat in wait in his car for the offending person to leave the office. Revving the engine wildly and mounting the pavement, headlights full beam, he drove straight at the groper. Think he broke the groper's ankles but even if he didn't he'd have at least given him something to think about. I dunno. The trials and tribulations of office life: a bit of banter to broken ankles.
01/30/2011 05:57 PM
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I've never worked in an office but if there are people in them who believe that banter can lead to full-scale orgies, I'm rather glad I'm out of it.
In all my working life, I can only once remember seeing a woman who was actually harrassed by sexual comments without giving as good as she would get —and the aggressor was her husband. In most other cases, the women were by far the worst offenders.
01/30/2011 06:34 PM
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This was the London advertising scene in the eighties. I've written about it in my unpublished novel Albert's Little Vice. From what I've heard those days are long gone. Currently everyone it seems is just grateful to keep a job, any job, in the ad world.