tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34018491418413205012009-07-16T20:52:27.329+01:00CashierNo.5Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-31839761763748045632009-07-14T22:01:00.013+01:002009-07-16T20:52:27.340+01:00Friday 10th July<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Got picked up at 08:30 by my Bro' and we headed down to Bury St.<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Edmunds</span> railway station, to catch the train to Cambridge at 08:55. Having got into Cambridge at about 09:40, we took a leisurely stroll towards the high street. Passing the "Regal" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wetherspoon's</span> pub, with the doors open, we decide to go in for the 1st Beer of the day, at 10:00 After one in there, we left and a couple of doors down See's us stood outside a bar called "All Bar One" and my Bro' liking the continental </span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Slz5wPIlylI/AAAAAAAAAyk/JX6emPXfo6o/s1600-h/120709+006.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Beers they sell in there, See's us ordering a 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span>. Left there and wandered through what was the Lion Yard (I have no idea if the name has changed) down to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Archor</span> Pub.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Slz649Cy3vI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7JPqq1xpJ-0/s1600-h/120709+004.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358433513029951218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Slz649Cy3vI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7JPqq1xpJ-0/s400/120709+004.jpg" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">Outside of which you can watch people hiring Punts. I so hoped to see someone fall in, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unfortunately</span> nobody did.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Feeling Hungry my Bro' suggested a Noodle bar around the corner he knew of called <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dojo</span>. A bit like Zen, in Bury St.<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Edmunds</span>.</span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Slz6t_Vj64I/AAAAAAAAAy0/URPhzT8eNuM/s1600-h/120709+006.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358433324666973058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Slz6t_Vj64I/AAAAAAAAAy0/URPhzT8eNuM/s400/120709+006.jpg" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">In here I ordered, for a side dish, six New Zealand Mussels marinated in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Chinese</span> spices, and as a main dish, seared Duck strips with seasonal veg with Ho Yo Min tossed in a sate sauce with wok fried noodles. My brother had the same main dish but with a side dish of mini spring rolls.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This we washed down with a bottle of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Marcel</span> Hubert dry red wine, between us. Total bill £33.60 without the tip. Well worth the money.</span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Slz6gZvptLI/AAAAAAAAAys/wC_UH6_KLks/s1600-h/120709+005.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358433091237557426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Slz6gZvptLI/AAAAAAAAAys/wC_UH6_KLks/s400/120709+005.jpg" /></a></p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Heading back towards Cambridge station we called in another pub, which was offering a deal on wine on a black...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">oops</span>.. chalkboard outside. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Unfortunately</span> upon ordering said red wine, we were to be told they had run out, so 2 beers were ordered instead, before catching the return train to Bury.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-3183976176374804563?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-42126169085737716792009-06-20T11:24:00.001+01:002009-06-20T11:30:02.855+01:00Breakfast<span style="font-size:85%;">I am the self titled "worst chef in the world" but I try, and a few things go OK.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Inspired by TV cookery programs such as River Cottage, Something for the weekend, F-word, and Saturday Kitchen, I decided, in an intoxicated mood, after having all 5 of my 5 a day, to buy a Mackerel to have for breakfast, while in Asda last night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With no clue on the best way to cook it, or what to have with it, I searched on Google for a recipe, and found this very simple one.</span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Heat frying pan, with no oil, on medium/high</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Place Mackerel skin side down, and put lid on pan, cook for 1 minute</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Squeeze fresh lemon over Mackerel, replace lid, and cook for another 1-2 minutes</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Serve with a couple of slices of buttered brown bread</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:85%;">The importance of a lid on the pan is to keep in, as best you can, the smell of fish that will end up filling the whole house. The use of the lemon does 3 things</span></p><ol><li><span style="font-size:85%;">adds to the flavour of the Mackerel</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">helps stop the Mackerel sticking to the pan</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">neutralises some of the smell</span></li></ol><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Done !</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">I decided to eat this alfresco to further reduce smell in the house, with a lot of interest from my Cat. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-4212616908573771679?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-36185621876812178702009-06-19T23:40:00.001+01:002009-06-19T23:54:14.628+01:00My Day, Today.<span style="font-size:85%;">Got up at 7am, and after ablutions, I made a sandwich of wholemeal bread which I mayonnaised, added peppered ham, mustard, cucumber and tomato. To take to work.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Switched on the TV and sat and watched Breakfast news whilst eating a bowl of fruit 'n' fibre. This is the only time of day, approx 1 hour, I get the TV remote control. I always have to mute the sound though, if Lorraine Kelly comes on, what an awful sounding voice she has, always on about a kilt or something, I have no clue.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cycled to work on my bike, which allows me to leave the house much later on a school day, listening to The Style Council, on my Walkman phone. I love anything by Paul Weller.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Got set up for the day at work and the morning went quite quickly. Come lunchtime and I popped out for a pint down "The Grapes" with the lunchtime regulars, before returning to eat my sarnies.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hit the wall about 2:30pm when the hops in the beer took effect, and started to wonder if the customers had no homes to go to.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">5:30pm, shut that door ! No work till Monday ! Biked home, listening to The Style Council, again, changed my clothes and headed to the Moreton Hall pub, and a catch up with my mates on their week, and mine !</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">About 8pm, and the soon to be ex-Mrs, calls me and arranges to pick me up and go to Asda to get some groceries. 10pm and I'm almost locked in the Asda customer toilet, as the beer wants out, and have to get the lift down because the staircase is shut off.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">10:30pm I'm cooking a stir-fry with chicken and hoi sin sauce. Nice !</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-3618562187681217870?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-73754037196156687612009-06-14T21:54:00.001+01:002009-06-14T21:54:32.541+01:00Rolling Stones-Beast of burden<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/UZH1aOZY9Tc' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UZH1aOZY9Tc'/></object></p><p>Only Mick could get away with those trousers and dancing like that. Keith and Ronnie are so freakin cool.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-7375403719615668761?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-39521312504327145152009-06-08T22:36:00.002+01:002009-06-08T22:44:34.911+01:00Two Years On<span style="font-size:85%;">Two years on and I'm still blogging occasionally. Now and again I think about giving up and shutting it down, then something else comes along to mention.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Today I had my fingerprints taken by the police, in connection with the forged Euro's I impounded, that I blogged about recently.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The Police have an idea who it was and they wanted a copy of my "dabs" to see if they could find the culprits on the notes.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-3952131250432714515?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-9526075270991985922009-06-05T22:06:00.002+01:002009-06-05T22:11:00.708+01:00Joke<span style="font-size:85%;">A Man walks into the Post Office with a Girocheque, and he'</span><span style="font-size:85%;">s trying to sign it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Man "This pen doesn't work"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Counter clerk " nor do you !"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-952607527099198592?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-71480725094339146662009-05-31T20:44:00.000+01:002009-05-31T20:48:46.183+01:00Take a Walk<span style="font-size:85%;">Today, my brother and I walked to Thurston from the Moreton Hall area of Bury St.Edmunds, and back again, after two drinks in the Fox and Hounds.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">On Friday, at work, a black gentleman came to me wanting to cash 1450 euros in 50 euro notes into sterling, worth £1167. Straight away the feel of the paper wasn't right and the colour was a bit off (talc powdery). So I told the gentleman I needed to go and scan the notes. This is what we call the "walk away test" and see if the customer leaves. Well he didn't so I had to go back and speak again. Beside me was a genuine electronic note scanner so i fed the notes in one by one and each one registered as a dude. He made out as if he'd been given them as payment and had no idea they were fake. By this time another man in the queue had joined him (without waiting to be served) and no doubt he had a pocket full of fake notes as well, and was waiting to see if his mate was successful. Anyway I told him I was keeping the notes, and we passed them on to the Police, who told us that they had been successful in cashing some at a bank in town.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-7148072509433914666?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-81462205429186966562009-05-28T18:25:00.003+01:002009-05-28T18:32:12.130+01:00It wasn't a Wednesday either<span style="font-size:85%;">I served an elderly gentleman at work today, and after we'd finished he moved away and I started to serve another lady. The elderly gentleman then came back again searching for his walking stick. "Its hooked over your arm !" the lady told him.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-8146220542918696656?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-85096609815172013782009-05-25T00:22:00.002+01:002009-05-25T00:27:56.199+01:00Ok, so I was bored<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">A lady I know, came in the pub the other day, and I manipulated her keyrings.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/ShnXA8P17-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/4XENOgKHPd4/s1600-h/240509+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339535244396982242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/ShnXA8P17-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/4XENOgKHPd4/s400/240509+004.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Just don't go taking her clubcard points !</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-8509660981517201378?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-21721548806610552492009-05-17T00:22:00.002+01:002009-05-17T00:30:59.976+01:00I love Bury St.Edmunds<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">We don't have hard hitting headlines about MP's expenses and worldwide flu epidemics, in our local newspaper. We have 2for1 cream tea's. I love Bury St.Edmunds - Priceless !</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sg9LC_uU4YI/AAAAAAAAAx0/kDCT_LzZDM0/s1600-h/160509+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336566598294888834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sg9LC_uU4YI/AAAAAAAAAx0/kDCT_LzZDM0/s400/160509+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-2172154880661055249?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-52269317452690053342009-05-10T23:20:00.000+01:002009-05-10T23:24:54.170+01:00Bressingham - Dad's Army Day<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Today, I went with by brother, sister-in-law and nephew, to Bressingham near Diss. It was a "Dad's Army day" related to the TV series, with some of the surviving cast members arriving on an old London routemaster style bus. The cast members sitting and signing autographs.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb9qYm9KPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/wIJTlHHx4z4/s1600-h/100509+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334229713269106930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb9qYm9KPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/wIJTlHHx4z4/s400/100509+007.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">Right beside the the autograph signing table, was the entrance into the exhibition centre, which my father had been invited to display a selection of his wartime wirelesses (seen below) dating from the late 1930's to the early 1940's. Also pictured are the accumilators that wirelesses of this period were powered by.</span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb9QbsQS5I/AAAAAAAAAxk/EkPB3fTlEBU/s1600-h/100509+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334229267420040082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb9QbsQS5I/AAAAAAAAAxk/EkPB3fTlEBU/s400/100509+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">While we were there, we took a ride on one of the steam engines that runs around the grounds of Bressingham. A ride on the merry go round horses, and I took my nephew round in the dodgem cars, and I have to say, a bit of skillful driving on my part, to only get rammed once.</span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb8_h42WfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/xTMEcATGKRo/s1600-h/100509+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334228977025702386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb8_h42WfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/xTMEcATGKRo/s400/100509+006.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Now the guy pictured below was wandering around all day, with an official looking clipboard, looking important and like he was organising events. But his suit was just wrong, with his trousers tucked into his socks, NO !</span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb8fkR8-7I/AAAAAAAAAxU/t4BXTvr7s18/s1600-h/100509+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334228427912051634" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb8fkR8-7I/AAAAAAAAAxU/t4BXTvr7s18/s400/100509+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-5226931745269005334?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-79352327993476505152009-05-10T16:55:00.001+01:002009-05-10T16:59:29.065+01:00Local MP<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">I met up with two friends at 11am yesterday and we walked into town for breakfast in the North End Cafe in St.Andrews street. After we'd eaten we called into William Hill betting shop to place a bet, on the Millwall v Leeds match, before going to watch it in the Queens head pub.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Once in the Queens head we were joined by four more friends to see the game with us. One friend being a Millwall supporter we were following them and they won 1-0. Another friends son was playing in a charity football match at Bury Town football ground, in Ram meadow car park, and we made our way down there to see a bit of that game.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">There was a £2 entry fee to see a Bury Saturday league XI</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> playing against a Bury Sunday league XI, and my friends son was in the Saturday league side. In the Sunday league side was also somebody I knew, and I also knew some other spectators, and our local MP David Ruffley was there giving his support (Beige Suit).</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb1T-2Q2hI/AAAAAAAAAxM/u_FRoAAsXa8/s1600-h/090509+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334220532303845906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sgb1T-2Q2hI/AAAAAAAAAxM/u_FRoAAsXa8/s400/090509+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The game ended in a not very exciting 0-0 draw.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-7935232799347650515?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-49019910752039171212009-05-08T21:20:00.002+01:002009-05-09T09:44:21.351+01:00The Old Joanna<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Today, a Piano was positioned in the doorway of what was the Woolwich building society, or the Market cross for those older readers, in Bury St.Edmunds.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SgSTY07ot1I/AAAAAAAAAw8/KTCPfwC6mDc/s1600-h/080509+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333549913448429394" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SgSTY07ot1I/AAAAAAAAAw8/KTCPfwC6mDc/s400/080509+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">A guy sat across the road taking photographs of anyone who stopped to plink on the keys. Occasionally he would join them and show them a few notes. </span></div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SgSTEAnAj5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/dW-DF6Ew5dY/s1600-h/080509+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333549555805884306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SgSTEAnAj5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/dW-DF6Ew5dY/s400/080509+004.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">I think this may have been part of the summer arts festival St.Edmundsbury put on in the town.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-4901991075203917121?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-80635437571741143112009-05-03T10:26:00.012+01:002009-05-06T22:46:25.216+01:00The Counterfeit Stones<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Yesterday afternoon my Brother, Sisiter-in-law and I went to Felixstowe to see the <a href="http://www.thecounterfeitstones.net/">Counterfeit Stones </a>at the Spa Pavilion.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sf1m8TAREOI/AAAAAAAAAws/Yh0f5p5efzU/s1600-h/020509+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331530719956111586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sf1m8TAREOI/AAAAAAAAAws/Yh0f5p5efzU/s400/020509+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">After a couple of pints in the Buregate Pub (you can see one of the ferries leaving Harwich in picture above) and some time in the amusements, we headed along the seafront to The Alex (or Alex's cafe).</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sf1mdXnj9qI/AAAAAAAAAwk/YCFLBYYf5ds/s1600-h/020509+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331530188618725026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sf1mdXnj9qI/AAAAAAAAAwk/YCFLBYYf5ds/s400/020509+010.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">The Alex is just in the picture on the left hand side (along with the Spa Pavilion in the centre) and there I had DingleyDell sausages, mash and onion gravy for dinner.</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sf1lriiCiRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4LUX-GkT4Zg/s1600-h/020509+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331529332554893586" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sf1lriiCiRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4LUX-GkT4Zg/s400/020509+011.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">The 7.30pm start time approaching, and we are cutting it fine. An usher shows us to our seats (in the front row !) and we are literally the last to arrive in a full theatre. Just in time as the pre-show video starts to play.</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sf1lMZMKy4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/53OnkTTUlMc/s1600-h/020509+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331528797471296386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sf1lMZMKy4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/53OnkTTUlMc/s400/020509+017.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">The band come on, led by Nick Dagger, and dressed to look like their respective Rolling Stones band member, starting in the line up with Bill Hyman, until he later left.</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3d4b6b8abd985232" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujq_yFALC1voqpYzPURwqX4C5L7khu1rrxBIeOp4CaStX-cRFS8P-HbLX3LZbIFueMjbyUxme41orVod7KWEHuclIZyUnpthaxkS1vMy6AvaPz8AZUCMQrdV8YSstVT4Rsk_qqW9hXtHYoAJBetLAHrq5-CqFcrLudQ7NuBxLLzILWS2dvdYr3PKcOaxFSVWOJChZnxvvXBntUkRqJII9XP6%26sigh%3DvJ6ifuDdmzqFdK8wWXV2vPHzGRE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3d4b6b8abd985232%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DUe-MbMm2YjeE3HPvPxK0XzLsAu0&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujq_yFALC1voqpYzPURwqX4C5L7khu1rrxBIeOp4CaStX-cRFS8P-HbLX3LZbIFueMjbyUxme41orVod7KWEHuclIZyUnpthaxkS1vMy6AvaPz8AZUCMQrdV8YSstVT4Rsk_qqW9hXtHYoAJBetLAHrq5-CqFcrLudQ7NuBxLLzILWS2dvdYr3PKcOaxFSVWOJChZnxvvXBntUkRqJII9XP6%26sigh%3DvJ6ifuDdmzqFdK8wWXV2vPHzGRE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3d4b6b8abd985232%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DUe-MbMm2YjeE3HPvPxK0XzLsAu0&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">In this video clip (apologies for the crackling) you can make out me singing along to the song.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-8063543757174114311?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-14590000465706827692009-05-01T20:50:00.007+01:002009-05-03T10:26:29.477+01:00Cashew No.5<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cashew No.5 please. I had a good laugh with the same four guys I went out with on 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> of May last year, and blogged on the 31st.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SftULZJ3I8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/YtxlfKgIAzQ/s1600-h/010509+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330947138630656962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SftULZJ3I8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/YtxlfKgIAzQ/s400/010509+006.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">We met up at our local, then got a taxi to the Dog and Partridge in crown street. Mr P. you are a good transport organiser.</span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SftUBfuvTnI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XzbGMAmRfeE/s1600-h/010509+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330946968597253746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SftUBfuvTnI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XzbGMAmRfeE/s400/010509+004.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A couple of other friends met up with us at the D+P before we called in the Queens Head, then on to the Kings Arms.</span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SftT4bvLfWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vBj4QrkshsI/s1600-h/010509+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330946812906536290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SftT4bvLfWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vBj4QrkshsI/s400/010509+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">After the Kings Arms I had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Texican</span> burger, at £4.39 each !, before 1 last beer in town in the Grapes. It didn't look quite like the picture below, but was tasty.</span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SftTjqHLTDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/1U4FHwYpWok/s1600-h/010509+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330946455988030514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SftTjqHLTDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/1U4FHwYpWok/s400/010509+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">Tomorrow, I'm going to see the Counterfeit Rolling Stones, at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Felixstowe</span> Spa <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pavilion</span> with my Brother and Sister-in-law, and hopefully get some pictures of it, from the front row !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-1459000046570682769?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-32411030885762720912009-04-25T17:28:00.003+01:002009-04-25T17:35:17.081+01:00So...<span style="font-size:85%;">...my bet nearly came up at 1-3, if Richard Wright hadn't saved the penalty Cardiff were awarded, I'd have been £66 better off. Never mind, hopefully thats the Keano! affect already. Great scoreline 0-3 away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-3241103088576272091?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-76968277780856217482009-04-24T21:55:00.002+01:002009-04-24T22:44:02.268+01:00Ipswich Town sign Roy Keane !<span style="font-size:85%;">What a signing this seems. I think it is a major coup for Ipswich Town Football Club, and can only mean some quality players will follow him to Portman Road.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I just hope the two year contract, Roy has signed, will be seen out, and beyond. With premier league football back at Ipswich.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSXH4DQn6QM">here</a> to see the press interview.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Being a betting man, Ipswich are 9/2 to win at Cardiff tomorrow (the last game to be played at Ninian Park) by any score. This is generous odds in any two horse race, so looking to predict the correct score, Corals are offering 66/1 on 1-3 and 100/1 on 1-4, so I've lashed out £1 on each of those two scorelines.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Get 'em goin' Roy !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-7696827778085621748?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-13423527686023648602009-04-23T23:18:00.003+01:002009-04-27T20:12:04.291+01:00This is not a joke<span style="font-size:85%;">Yesterday.....A man walks into the Post Office with a Parrot on his shoulder. When its his turn to be served, he puts it on the letter scale and it weighs 214 grams, and says to the member of staff serving him "He's 30 grams over weight !" Anyway, he did transacted what he went in for and left, with said Parrot.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How strange.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-1342352768602364860?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-4528221113364200422009-04-20T20:50:00.000+01:002009-04-20T20:54:18.397+01:00Overheard<span style="font-size:85%;">I was in the Grapes around noon today, and a man came up to the bar beside me to get a pint of Greene King IPA. He handed over £2.50 and walked off without his 10 pence change. The barmaid said "Is this a tip" to which he replied "This ones for Eddy" but he came back and took his 10 pence. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I realised what he ment, but he did also say "4:40 at Pontefract"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So I left to get some lunch and put £2 to win on this horse, and I also text a friend the Horses name. At 5:30 I found out it had won at 4/1 so I got a tenner back, and my friend had done it too at 9/2 with a bit more than £2.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Thank heavens it won, but what a way to win a few quid.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-452822111336420042?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-57168105245591837882009-03-22T16:50:00.000Z2009-03-22T16:54:23.685ZMe, Juvenile ?<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">I was offered a ticket, by a work colleague, for yesterdays Ipswich v <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Watford</span> match, and as other plans had gone wrong, I accepted.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">I was going to go to Cambridge, and meet up with my Bro and his mate from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cambourne</span> and watch the Rugby, but unfortunately my brother had had a full industrial wheelie bin go over his right foot at the printers he works for, meant he couldn't do it on crutches.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">My colleagues spare season ticket was their daughters under 20 ticket, which works out at less than half price, but I decided to try my luck at getting in without paying for the upgrade. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm 39 soon, so it was a bit of an ego boost to get in without being challenged with a juvenile ticket.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/ScZjkBI9yjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/eTGt5PeydFI/s1600-h/220309+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316045880589929010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/ScZjkBI9yjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/eTGt5PeydFI/s400/220309+004.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">The players used to run out on to the pitch applauded by the crowd to music, boosting the crowds enthusiasm. Now it is like a funeral procession to the halfway line, then both teams shake hands, where in a child's voice, it is announced no one is allowed to swear or make racist comments, the latter understandable.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Anyway the game ends 0-0, but Ipswich appeared to have more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">possession</span> and more goal scoring opportunities than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Watford</span>, just couldn't score. I was impressed with Jon Stead's performance and think he was "our" best player.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-5716810524559183788?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-38885571485136338812009-03-11T20:50:00.000Z2009-03-11T20:53:49.157ZDangerous Territory<span style="font-size:85%;">I decided to have a look in Debenhams new store in Bury St Edmunds today, having decided the novelty factor must have worn off by now, and their would be fewer people in there.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I entered the main front doors, and looked for the "men's" department, and to my surprise this is on the ground floor. Usually this is up or down a floor and the "women's" clothes are on this level, which I've wondered if its due to pushchairs and buying powers.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Anyway I wander through noting Ben Sherman, Fred Perry, Jasper Conran, Red Herring plus many other brands. I pass Sketchers shoes and then I've entered my uncomfortable zone.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm on my own and I've now left "men's" and I'm in Bikini's and womanly stuff, I'm a Deer caught in headlights.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Where's the door ? shall I turn back, past the shop assistant, who I'd noticed had nothing to do ? Is there an escalator to take me out of this department ?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I keep walking, daylight, there is the door, keeping my eyes looking straight ahead, I don't need a thong !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-3888557148513633881?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-9779699804426786282009-03-07T22:39:00.001Z2009-03-11T18:41:03.063ZCattle Market Opening<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">On Thursday 5th March the Cattle Market development finally opened. I took some pictures, but when I got home Thursday night, I found the Camera cable nowhere to be seen. So I have been unable to blog it till now, using photographs, until I was able to locate the cable at my wife's friends house.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Working in close proximity to the Cattle Market development, I've seen it rise from the ground. I can't believe the photo below is dated 06/06/2008 to where the building is now.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SbLvpO07d9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/861T-zoN_zM/s1600-h/S6300104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310570402257008594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SbLvpO07d9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/861T-zoN_zM/s400/S6300104.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">On Thursday the offical opening was at 10:30, and in my lunch hour I took a quick walk round the new square, before a quick pint in the Grapes got me back to my senses.</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SbLt2g9bu8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/pOaBIaclYQU/s1600-h/070309+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310568431439559618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SbLt2g9bu8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/pOaBIaclYQU/s400/070309+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">I always feel uncomfortable taking photographs in unusual places, I feel self conscious of people wondering "why is he taking a picture of that". This was reiterated, when the man in the foreground wearing a baseball cap in the picture below, came up to me and said "Do you work for the council" ? "No" I said. "Well I think it looks bloody awful" he said.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SbLtn3iSvkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/la7Kkw1Wpys/s1600-h/070309+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310568179801701954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SbLtn3iSvkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/la7Kkw1Wpys/s400/070309+006.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">I didn't stick around to hear any more, and I haven't been back since. Not in case he's still there, but because it is having its desired effect at the moment, and there are to larger crowds for my liking.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">But on opening day, Debenhams were already offering 25% off.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">And another thing, someone is going to get hurt in St.Andrews street, the amount of muppets who cannot read the signs at each end of the road that say "Pedestrian Zone" and tear down there at 30 mph is unreal.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span></p><p align="left"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-977969980442678628?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-46050045489039580202009-03-03T20:30:00.001Z2009-03-03T20:33:40.928ZMarket Thoroughfare<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Work has started on removing the link between The Post Office and Stead & Simpson above the Market Thoroughfare. This is just a small gesture on the link between the Arc shopping centre and the old town centre shops that was promised.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Anyway the Arc starts to be opened on Thursday 5th March, it does look nice through there, but how long will it be before the 1st closing down sale ?</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sa2R7nFmwNI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UvN1YMmdYUg/s1600-h/030309+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309059989030486226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/Sa2R7nFmwNI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UvN1YMmdYUg/s400/030309+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-4605004548903958020?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-91873325081854600532009-03-02T21:00:00.000Z2009-03-02T21:02:43.893ZPlaying God<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">My wife decided that today was the day to say goodbye to Tiggy. The aggressive tumour had grown back and was causing the Cat breathing difficulties, trouble eating and was affecting her right eye. The Cat had spent the morning laying in the sunshine in the bay window watching the world go by, and had had some Tuna to eat.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">My Wife couldn't face going to the Vets herself, so I made the short journey with her to Moreton Hall Veterinary Surgery. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">While I stood at the reception desk, a man and his young daughter also stood waiting behind me. The young girl pointed out our cat in her pet taxi to her dad. Please don't want to look closely at her, I thought to myself. I didn't want to have to explain why we were there.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Called soon after arriving into a side room, a vet and a nurse, very professionally, undertook the reason for us being there, with one injection to a front paw.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SaxA9BRejLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/dK95QCuaGFk/s1600-h/220209+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308689477820910770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SaxA9BRejLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/dK95QCuaGFk/s400/220209+003.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This is one of the last pictures I took of her sitting at our back door. "Sleep well" were my last words to her.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-9187332508185460053?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401849141841320501.post-58630500585332142312009-02-22T18:12:00.003Z2009-02-22T18:21:49.467ZTakeaway<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">This man or woman, lives across the road from an Indian restaurant and a Kebab shop. So their appearance can't be down to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">malnutrition, or is it</span>. This is on Station hill opposite the Last day of raj, reflected in the window, and appears 'armless.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SaGVzoFkVZI/AAAAAAAAAu8/9Oo5pSM0b90/s1600-h/220209+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305686550185792914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmuIOYlzF-0/SaGVzoFkVZI/AAAAAAAAAu8/9Oo5pSM0b90/s400/220209+006.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">No.5</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401849141841320501-5863050058533214231?l=cashierno5.blogspot.com'/></div>Cashier No.5http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796193259498873515noreply@blogger.com1