100th Blog – The Footbridge.
100th Blog … Pt II: The Footbridge. Dear Friends of Bertie… This is momentous occasion. One that must start with a brief introduction from Bobby. (I said brief, Bobby…!) Dear Friends I am writing this in a bus shelter in Westcott in Surrey. Very nice. Thatched. My car is being serviced. And then it’s the…
Nuffin.
Nuffin. I’m worried about him. When he drives round a roundabout three times looking for his exit a mile from home late at night you might be concerned? Don’t be. He nearly got heat stroke at the Flying Legends Airshow. Many did! And it was midnight. He says he is worried about me. We haven’t…
One Hundred!
One Hundred! Bertie: “Stone the crows and strike a light mate. One Hundred? Are you sure?” Bobby: “Yes Bertie. This is your… ONE HUNDRETH BLOG! A century of stories. A week late after last week’s headache.” (Trevor is getting a little full of himself. More later). Bertie: “Crikey! I wonder what Diddley would make of…
Uncle Dick.
Uncle Dick. Dear Friends Today is our ONE HUNDRETH BLOG. Or would have been. I am sick as a parrot, and decidedly Uncle Dick. The symptoms are… my bleedin ‘ead is coming orf!
The Ballet.
The Ballet. I knew when he told me he was going to the ballet it would be a problem. It always is. Not Covent Garden, but a packed Dorking Halls. The Royal Opera House screening live to 1,500 cinemas in 35 countries.