Hello, dear readers!
And a very merry Xmas to one and all!
Yup, it’s that time again, (or it will be in three short days). Hopefully, this time we can avoid the lockdown hokey-cokey, at least until Boxing Day, or, I don't know have our very own business meeting in the garden with wine and cheese (and turkey, natch).
Whatever the case may be, this year the Seated Perspective household is actually pretty well prepared. Yes, there’s a turkey still to buy, but it’s been sourced and saved for us, so all is good there. There also a few presents that need wrapping as well, and I might, at risk of sellotaping my elbows together, actually give that a go myself this year, but apart from those details, that’s it. All preparations nicely prepared. Everything done.
Well, apart from the promised follow up to last week’s post.
Wednesday, 22 December 2021
Wednesday, 15 December 2021
Dinner Time
Hello, dear readers!
You are what you eat.
That’s the theory, anyway. Truth be told, I can’t remember eating a big flat blob of a bloke with a bowling ball stuck up his jumper, but that could possibly be my memory.
No, if you truly are what you eat, then I should probably more closely resemble a nice piece of steak, cooked on the rare side and served with all the trimmings, because I’ve eaten exactly that not once, but twice in the last few days.
As to the where, why, and when… well, you’ll just have to read on for that
Wednesday, 8 December 2021
Not Stirred
Hello, dear readers!
The name’s Rankin, Mark Rankin.
No, doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, does it?
You will, of course, have got the reference (assuming you haven’t been living underneath a rock on a round the universe cruise for the last sixty years or so), and there is a very definite reason I made it.
No, I’ve not been busy foiling the nefarious plans of some insane genius, hellbent on global domination, and no, for some unfathomable reason, bikini-clad beauties have not been throwing themselves at me left right and centre every time I so much as cock a masculine eyebrow (baffling, ain’t it?).
What I have been doing, in case you hadn’t already guessed, is going to the cinema to watch the latest film in the James Bond franchise, and it is that visit which forms the core of today’s blog post.
The name’s Rankin, Mark Rankin.
No, doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, does it?
You will, of course, have got the reference (assuming you haven’t been living underneath a rock on a round the universe cruise for the last sixty years or so), and there is a very definite reason I made it.
No, I’ve not been busy foiling the nefarious plans of some insane genius, hellbent on global domination, and no, for some unfathomable reason, bikini-clad beauties have not been throwing themselves at me left right and centre every time I so much as cock a masculine eyebrow (baffling, ain’t it?).
What I have been doing, in case you hadn’t already guessed, is going to the cinema to watch the latest film in the James Bond franchise, and it is that visit which forms the core of today’s blog post.
Wednesday, 1 December 2021
Mending Fences.
Hello, dear readers!
And a happy December!
Yes, we’ve reached the last stop of the year, the final few weeks, the big finale. Already the 80s radio station I have on in the car (‘cos I’m old), has taken to sprinkling the odd Xmas tune into their selection, as the countdown to that allegedly most wonderful of days truly amps up, and sooner or later, even I will have to take the plunge and start thinking about pressies, parties, and that all important turkey.
Of course, although Xmas is one of the few things to make the year’s latter days worthwhile, the winter brings with it other considerations, too. One of which will feature as the main thrust of this week’s post.
This bleeping weather, eh?
And a happy December!
Yes, we’ve reached the last stop of the year, the final few weeks, the big finale. Already the 80s radio station I have on in the car (‘cos I’m old), has taken to sprinkling the odd Xmas tune into their selection, as the countdown to that allegedly most wonderful of days truly amps up, and sooner or later, even I will have to take the plunge and start thinking about pressies, parties, and that all important turkey.
Of course, although Xmas is one of the few things to make the year’s latter days worthwhile, the winter brings with it other considerations, too. One of which will feature as the main thrust of this week’s post.
This bleeping weather, eh?
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