tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306402982009-07-14T08:31:58.581+01:00MindSometimes my thoughts get past the guardsRichardnoreply@blogger.comBlogger482125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-5639239997104558312009-07-14T08:29:00.002+01:002009-07-14T08:31:58.592+01:00HelloI realise that some may have come<div>because they saw my pictures in Fusion</div><div>hoping to see more</div><div>and all they get are words</div><div><br /></div><div>My pictures are <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mistereff/">here</a></div><div>ignore the giant poo</div><div>it's art</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-563923999710455831?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-12083132705041730522009-06-29T12:47:00.003+01:002009-06-29T12:52:58.353+01:00SpeechlessFor just a moment<div>when I saw a mime heading into the gent's toilet</div><div>I wondered how he was going to do it</div><div>and then a moment later I realised</div><div>that he'd just be very quiet but</div><div>really over exaggerating everything he did</div><div>so I let him get on with it</div><div>alone</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-1208313270504173052?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-80876725419206462392009-06-25T11:38:00.002+01:002009-06-25T11:43:44.559+01:00Snow blindHad an impromptu meeting<div>with a guy with very white</div><div>teeth</div><div>all I could think was</div><div>he's had those whitened</div><div>and then he said</div><div>'so can I leave that with you?'</div><div><br /></div><div>I have no idea what's expected of me</div><div>but those teeth...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-8087672541920646239?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-2564873118707434852009-05-28T21:53:00.004+01:002009-05-28T22:01:36.176+01:00Three men walk into a bar...Each are carrying a folded plastic bag<br />one is from John Lewis<br />one is so tightly folded I can't see where it's from<br />the third is a loosely folded orange bag from Sainsbury's<br /><br />One of the men says:<br />"Are we on tonight then gents?"<br />"Yes, it's us tonight."<br />They order a round of drinks.<br />"Are we ready then gentlemen?"<br />And they all head off into a back room somewhere.<br /><br />A couple of minutes later, another group of men<br />arrive wearing various items of white - shirts, trousers, caps, jumpers, jackets<br />but nothing matches<br />they order pints and stay in the bar discussing<br />last night's match and their more recent<br />game of bowls<br /><br />they are totally unaware that in another room<br />three men are 'on'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-256487311870743485?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-29938795799153841482009-05-27T17:12:00.002+01:002009-05-27T17:17:05.231+01:00Home cookingI'd quite forgotten how delicious<br />the taste of raw egg, sugar, flour and butter<br />is when you run your finger<br />around the mixing bowl<br /><br />and now the house is full of the aroma<br />of freshly cooked<br />cup cakes<br /><br />and I have to wait<br />for them to cool<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-2993879579915384148?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-13065829634457003512009-05-22T20:45:00.002+01:002009-05-22T20:47:43.182+01:00Train train trainI've never had to stop at a<br />level crossing before<br /><br />today<br /><br />Swineshead Bridge level crossing<br />put an end to that<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-1306582963445700351?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-8285384039149075822009-05-20T23:24:00.001+01:002009-05-20T23:26:18.561+01:00cold cloudy cider<br />foggy thoughts come to mind<br />what happened that night<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-828538403914907582?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-86863728850738280842009-05-20T14:06:00.001+01:002009-05-20T14:07:53.163+01:00A vist to the Film Archive1431/69 is a bad can<br />apparently<br />but no sign of Vinegar Syndrome<br />which<br />apparently<br />is a good thing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-8686372885073828084?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-84982190926932592332009-05-20T08:37:00.003+01:002009-05-20T08:41:19.867+01:00Sunny daysThe man on the radio said that rain would<br />dominate again today with only East<br />Anglia getting away with some fine<br />weather<br /><br />it's funny what a difference twelve months<br />can make to the way you feel about<br />the weather<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-8498219092693259233?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-47171756117538052812009-05-19T22:32:00.004+01:002009-05-19T22:41:03.366+01:00Mary Whitehouse lives....I met man who wants every swear word<br />banned from TV<br />when I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">challenged</span> him<br />he used the word<br />'gratuitous'<br />so do you want them banned or not<br />'context'<br />so that's a no then<br />'I'm not back peddling'<br />and walked away<br />no doubt thinking that he'd made his point<br />well<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-4717175611753805281?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-13461799431634498652009-05-19T22:23:00.003+01:002009-05-19T22:31:20.531+01:00Soap operaFor a few days I've had trouble<br />with the soap in the shower<br />it's too small to handle properly<br />but too big to throw away<br /><br />The solution was easy<br />swap it with the much larger soap bar<br />in the sink<br /><br />this morning the soap in question<br />went on a ceremonial fly past<br />out of my hand<br />past my ear<br />into the toilet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-1346179943163449865?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-70236483573718681292009-05-17T22:10:00.003+01:002009-05-17T22:13:03.433+01:00A year and a dayI'll never stop missing her<br />but now the only way is onward<br />until such time<br />as others miss me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-7023648357371868129?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-65770059697505942322009-05-17T07:38:00.002+01:002009-05-17T08:01:51.485+01:00Ute LemperUp to eight minutes past eight<br />last night I hadn't heard a note<br />from Ms Lemper so I wasn't really<br />sure what to expect<br /><br />I'd be forgiven for thinking I'd somehow stumbled<br />across the Eurovision Song Contest as a packed<br />Theatre Royal vibrated to a selection of continental<br />favourites all sung in their native tongue<br /><br />She can belt out a good tune<br />She can spin a good yarn<br />She knows how to get into the hearts of her audience<br /><br />I wasn't sure at first<br />but slowly my heart melted<br />Ute Lemper is pure showbiz<br /><br />Now living in New York she bragged about her love<br />of Berlin where she was brought up<br />and perhaps my only criticism would be that we<br />didn't get enough Berlin as we raced through Paris and America<br />and tangoed in Argentina<br /><br />The previous night Philip Glass had produced<br />magical sounds from the piano<br />that same piano Ute was draped over<br />in her black sparkly dress<br />while all around me men drooled<br /><br />Then Mack The Knife, Cabaret and All That Jazz<br />and she was gone<br />So douze points for Ute Lemper<br /><br />and that's just for rolling her Rs<em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-6577005969750594232?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-21462284713557430942009-05-15T21:56:00.002+01:002009-05-15T22:00:38.318+01:00Philip GlassJust back from seeing Philip Glass<br />in Norwich<br />his hands wouldn't look out of place<br />in an episode of Wallace and Gromit<br /><br />I'm fascinated with the way pianists<br />use their hands<br />some hammer<br />some caress<br /><br />Mr Glass tends to leave his left hand<br />rolling around the middle of the keyboard<br />while his right goes off chasing notes<br />or gently teasing them out of the keys<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-2146228471355743094?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-42498543682008104592009-05-15T21:55:00.001+01:002009-05-15T21:55:57.672+01:00I appear to have let<br />my mind wander<br />I'll see if I can get<br />it back<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-4249854368200810459?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-89767692046719073722009-04-04T17:46:00.002+01:002009-04-04T17:58:48.914+01:00Two guys on the bus...Man 1: You knew Charlie didn't you.<br />Man 2: Yes. Everyone knew Charlie.<br />Man 1: Such a shame. He was a lovely man. Didn't you work with him?<br />Man 2: Oh you're going back now. Must have been thirty years ago.<br />Man 1: He had that Alzheimer’s thing that messes up your memory.<br />Man 2: Who? Charlie? I though he died of cancer.<br />Man 1: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nooo</span>. That was the other Charlie.<br />Man 2: Well which Charlie are you talking about?<br />Man 1: Charlie ******.<br />Man 2: Don't know him.<br />Man 1: You worked with him.<br />Man 2: Did I?<br />Man 1: You just said you did.<br />Man 2: Did I?<br />Man 1: About thirty years ago.<br />Man 2: Do you mean Milton?<br />Man 1: That's him. Dunno where I got Charlie from.<br />Man 2: I think he was from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dareham</span>.<br />Man 1: Who Charlie?<br /><br />My stop couldn't have been more untimely.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-8976769204671907372?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-69617685091499855172009-02-21T16:21:00.003Z2009-02-21T16:41:03.668ZWhat a cutI popped my head into the barber shop<br />on Bridewell Alley and pointed to my<br />unkempt locks<br />"Can you do anything with this?"<br />The barber looked a little surprised<br />"Not today, sorry."<br />Which didn't fill me with much hope<br />as he was trained to deal with such<br />matters<br /><br />A short time later in <a href="http://www.norwichlanes.co.uk/Gatsbys.html">Gatsby's</a><br />'Creative Hair Artists For Men'<br />I discovered that the barber was moving house<br />"By the time I get home I will have moved"<br />I sat and smiled and nodded as the hair fell<br />softly around me like snow<br /><br />And I spotted my father in the mirror<br />again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-6961768509149985517?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-91360311084285233182009-02-20T14:43:00.003Z2009-02-20T14:51:52.279ZBorder lineHad an interesting letter from Borders<div>explaining in some detail</div><div>how to successfully remove the</div><div>sticky orange price label</div><div>from their magazines</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-9136031108428523318?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-61371860065112506672009-02-10T21:51:00.003Z2009-02-10T21:58:29.053ZStraight back at yaIt was suggested to me<div>the other day</div><div>that the sudden appearance</div><div>of a long grey eyebrow hair</div><div>was nothing more than a sign of age</div><div><br /></div><div>another sign is when the guy in the</div><div>bathroom mirror looks old</div><div>enough to be your father</div><div><br /></div><div>but then you remember what a</div><div>lovely old man he was</div><div>and you exchange a nod of</div><div>appreciation</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-6137186006511250667?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-88284740154516042522009-02-07T23:35:00.003Z2009-02-07T23:39:16.147ZToday's lesson - German sayings<div>Apparently the Germans don't say</div><div>'there are plenty more fish in the sea'</div><div>when someone breaks with a partner</div><div>they say</div><div>'lots of women have beautiful daughters'</div><div>(or beautiful sons - but I don't think</div><div>that works quite as well)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-8828474015451604252?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-79401924993005086322009-02-06T21:48:00.002Z2009-02-06T21:51:49.741ZHelpAre pistachio nuts like<br />Muscles<br />in so much as you shouldn't eat<br />the ones that haven't<br />opened?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-7940192499300508632?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-49226421173764238532009-02-04T18:39:00.001Z2009-02-04T18:41:37.479ZWrite thenI've decided to set myself a challenge<div>I'm going to write the prequel to</div><div>The Bible</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-4922642117376423853?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-15651576370825165882009-02-02T08:04:00.002Z2009-02-02T08:09:15.109ZMoan moan moanThe Today programme on Radio 4<div>is often <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">criticised</span> for being London centric</div><div>"The weather, well looking out of the window</div><div>it's still snowing here. As for the rest of the</div><div>country, if you haven't had it yet, you will."</div><div><br /></div><div>Then the poor weather guy copped it</div><div>"Please <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> use the phrase 'Snow Event'</div><div>again - people are complaining and want to</div><div>know where they can buy tickets."<br />"OK John, but there is a serious weather situation</div><div>happening at the moment..."</div><div><br /></div><div>Why are we letting people use the English language</div><div>to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">destroy</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">English</span> language?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-1565157637082516588?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-60378657512286020562009-02-01T18:34:00.001Z2009-02-01T18:35:55.744ZRemember...You're only as old<div>as all those decrepit</div><div>friends at a school</div><div>reunion look</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-6037865751228602056?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30640298.post-61353543597661297552009-01-29T17:38:00.004Z2009-01-29T17:48:40.214ZSize mattersWe met round a table<div>at Marzano's in Norwich</div><div><br /></div><div>they</div><div>organisers of an arts festival</div><div>me</div><div>a link to a possible venue</div><div><br /></div><div>We put our red Moleskine</div><div>diaries on the table</div><div><br /></div><div>theirs</div><div>3.5 inches by 5.5 inches</div><div>mine</div><div>5 inches by 8 inches <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30640298-6135354359766129755?l=richardfair.blogspot.com'/></div>Richardnoreply@blogger.com0