The upside down world of squirrelicious

We wondered how the bird feeders were emptying so fast. Kept changing the position so the squirrel and the fat wood pigeon couldn't land on them. 
Yes we do sprinkle nuts etc on the ground for them........We love all creatures......

The other morning we caught the squirrel doing Hollywood gymnastics to reach the seeds.  Cheeky bugger.

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Have a wonderful weekend everybody in this fabulous weather.

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No questions asked.......

Quiz night t'other night down in the wilds of somewhere with the AMP's lovely and extremely clever sister.
I was totes brilliant in that I got everything right that I said I would! 
In other words I said I wouldn't know any answers and I bloody didn't, (well hardly any) so I got that right.  LOL

The quizmaster threw in some random questions in between quiz rounds... there was a fully mixed crowd of age groups and professions. The person who shouted the answer first would get a present of some sort chucked at them. Jelly Beans came up and I felt I needed to win summat.
He said "In the acting/showbiz world who was the alias for Bernard Schwartz?" .........
I leapt out of my seat thrusting hand in air shouting "I know this one", "I know it". and then blow me I couldn't remember his name. Nobody else in the room knew who it was. And then finally the Alzheimers-roots subsided, memory returned and I shouted out "Tony Curtis"
And then I embarrassed myself somewhat by saying "I met him, I met him you know". Like some sad old demented groupie....hahaaaaaaa But you ARE said my beloved when he read this......b'stard

Of course I did meet him but the Tony Curtis that I had adored thru his films and acting, especially 'Some like it Hot' was nothing like the Tony Curtis introduced to me by my friend Richard Brown (former husband of ZsaZsa Gabor's sister, Eva). He was a miserable old chauvinistic fart sitting in an armchair in Richard's flat shouting and moaning about everything and everybody. Very bitter. Looked nothing like the handsome fella he'd been.

Shame.....That's what alcohol and drugs do to you.....kills your looks, your talent and your joi de vivre.

Don't no-one tell me any different........

And yes I know I'm boring.......hahaaaa  xxxxxxx

Tony Curtis in his gorge days......



The Jelly Beans I won.........lol

Still Very Happy.........

Underneath the Handkerchief Tree in Richmond Park.

Davidia involucrata

Handkerchief tree

It's also known as the Dove Tree....How very appropriate. >smile<

Eggselling in lightness -updated -Gaultier

To the Barbican. Jean Paul Gaultier.

Happy weekend all.


I don't do religion so it's all the same to me.....My god is your god is our god....even the god that doesn't exist in the consciousness of non believers. 
IMHO the fact that they say they don't believe in god means they are acknowledging his/hers/its existence. 
Yay......I have spoke.
Where's my Easter Egg?  xxx

That'll do nicely.........except it's just a painting I did on my wall and then ellipsed it on iPhoto.

The AMP, who doesn't do religion either, says he's bought me an Easter Egg but he won't give it to me as he doesn't want to encourage me to EAT it......:)

I say (after the obvious ef-u) I don't need encouraging....Hand it over I'm 'aving it large..:)

hahahahaaaaa 

Update later Friday

The Gaultier was marvellous, wonderful. Such a fabulous collection. The man is a genius. The stories on the walls are well worth a read too. He was inspired by his grannie's corsets in childhood. 

As you enter the gallery there is a room full of manikins wearing fabulous Gaultier Haute Couture. Suddenly you realise that these models are blinking. Then they move their eyes then start talking or singing. It is unbelievably spooky and fun and completely up my rue.

Check out these manikins moving faces.........hillafeckinglarious

                                                

                                                  


That is not a human...that is a man-made-fibred model................................amazeballs. I'd love one of my own

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Brilliant Weekend......Orpheus then Ramsay's

Saturday night
Totes wonderful: Orpheus at Battersea Arts Centre.

If you want to see fabulous entertainment at affordable prices, not stupid West End rip-offs, you MUST go see this absolutely wonderful show. ORPHEUS.

click link here for more details :ORPHEUS at Battersea Arts Centre

Full of surprises and lovely to see a cast of non-glam entertainers...so talented in their musical abilities, their singing, beautiful voices, their comic parodies, ironic in the campest way........just truly the best show I've seen in years. (and *I* saw MORMON last week ;) )
It deserves a West-End venue. Not that Battersea Arts Centre isn't the quaintest, loveliest place to go see a show.


Sunday.....
A late afternoon walk along the River Thames to Battersea Park, Olde English Garden, then back to the most delicious food at Ramsay's new resto: London House in Battersea Square. Faultless. Great service, friendly staff, every dish delish. Discovered a new Sauvignon Blanc, Isabel I think it was called. Better even than our fave Oyster Bay.
Oh god oh god oh god.....so good.
Walked home then played scrabble for the rest of the evening. Cos we is addicted to it. lol

Me and the AMP at Ramsays, early Sunday evening. 

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The simple life is the best......

Oh what a fun day we had today
Saw a Russian singer at the Jazz Cafe
Then ended up at the ICA
(Dean Street Jazz Pizza Express actually, but let's not split hairs) 

My membership had expired but they let me go for a pee.
And browse around the joint for free.

Then my darling paid to renew my card
And had a nice surprise when it came in at half price.

We walked thru the park eating the absolute most delicious ice cream in a cone I have ever tasted.
I don't care this doesn't scan. It was heaven and I'm going back.
Clotted cream with berries I had and the Amp had exotic chocolate or something similar.
Too delicious for words.
Prior to that we'd hopped on a Routemaster. One of those buses that has entrance at back and front.
Oh the joy.....took us back to childhood stories. Simple times. We sat at the back of the bus. It was so clean and new. Quite lovely.
We planned to walk all the way home from the Strand but things change, as you know and when we reached Victoria Coach Station we decided a bus home was the better option.

Such a lovely simple day.......


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