July 2004

modern day Bible salespeople

here are Ed & Nicci selling Bibles. not your typical door to door Bible salesmen. you know, the ones that come round at 1am waking you up with their washboards and flugelhorns throwing flour and demanding you buy a Bible.
no, not such tactics for them. they chose to stand in a field with a wonky sign and a box of Bibles. very popular they were too (ed, nicci and the Bibles)
but if you think about it. if i told you i had a book which was actually written by your actual God, then chances are you’d be interested in reading it too. and so you should be.

Q here

it was the end of holiday club BBQ this evening. alfresco music was fun.
i liked these BBQ signs which people ignored by standing a long way away from. it was a proper barby queue. sorry,


the word is chimney, but some people say ‘chimley’ which sounds much nicer. perhaps we should start a campaign to get it changed ?

more post office woe

i was lucky enough to be able to spend half an hour in a post office today. i’ve written about my love of post offices before but each experience makes me want to write more.
i came prepared for this visit with some chocolate and an ice cool drink and happily chatted with my queue-neighbour for the 20 minutes it took to reach the cashier desks. i suspect the hot and airlessness is a ploy to kill a few customers off before they get served so the queues are shorter.
i was amazed to see this display for BT Broadband Internet. BT and the Post Office used to be the same nationalised company a few decades ago so it was nice they are working together in this way. Unfortunately their advert says “hurry, offer ends 2th June 2004” so it was over a month out of date which was most appropriate for the post office.
when i eventually got to a cashier the man told me off for arriving at his window too soon. “i didn’t press my button” he said. “well press it now” I said.
he looked me in the eyes, paused, then pressed his button. we were off !
there’s more to this story, but this isn’t a text blog so i’ll end it there.

is this door broken ?

mu guess is that a ‘semi-automatic’ door is probably half as automatic as an ‘automatic’ door. but i could be wrong.
it looks like this wasn’t always the case though. what actually happens is you grab the door and need to give it a good push to open it. as soon as it starts to open it suddenly becomes automatic and drags you in to the building society.
go to abbey national in wokingham to experience this for yourself.

a busy sign

this is one of my most favouritist street signs. it’s in wokingham in the south of england and is next to the train station by a level crossing.
it’s got everything. motorways in blue and brackets. a double bracket round the end of (A329 (M)), A roads in and not in brackets, fat roads, small roads, maximum heights, maximum weights, local amenities, a station, local information and 6 place names all on one sign.
you are meant to read this whilst not getting hit by a train coming in to the station.

click to inspect



crooner turns face painter

when jane wasn’t singing she painted faces. this was the end of her session and her market had been saturated (thanks to everyone being painted).
here she reflects on her success (in the fluffy pink mirror)


apologies once again to the balloon haters. i touched a balloon earlier today and still have creepy skin as a result. yuck.

tiny little me

we’ve been singing a song called ‘tiny little me’ this week. as i walked around the marquee where we are playing after the kids had left i saw this piece of newspaper on the floor.
the message yesterday was about saying no to ‘me’ and yes to Jesus. perhaps someone took this literally and left their ‘me’ behind ?

the band today

jane, mark, richard and craig:
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fiona wasn’t there today so she became the cardboard member:
even mr sound wore a wig today:


these red bollards are bullying the yellow road bollard for no other reason than he is different from them. that is SO not right.

blocked by a wheely

one day on our holiday we found this wheely bin blocking our exit. jane’s dad tried to move it but it was filled with concrete and mud.
how like life.