stuarts farewell

In the middle of Stuarts farewell dinner last night
at Tobys, he announced he wasn't actually going
so thats alright then. He plans to join most of Tilling
at Edinburgh for the festival at some point -

OI! Mr Hall! I daresay you are busy but
we are waiting a full account of your goings on
there!


Toby catered for 18-odd people with apparent ease,
Pete sang like an extremely dissolute angel. Great.
Above are Freya's bracelets. After that I got
Chocolate mousse on the camera.

Before dinner was the vernissage at Espace d'Art
for l'Air expo - lots of artists catching up with each
other, thanks to Marcus and Corella -

and after that Philippe came round and played his
'bamboo jazz clarinet'.



Hey, big news: Ali and Martin have moved
to Tilling! ( Guys, I'II be round to interview
you when I've got the mousse off the camera)

tortoise dinner

Captain Harris (above) accompanied me to Jims
'thank you for feeding Oswald' dinner -
scarcely necessary as Oswald is the sweetest
tortoise imaginable and a pleasure to shove
lettuce at.
It was a very good dinner though. Not a lettuce in sight.
And my fellow Oswald feeders are as rowdy and
entertaining a bunch as one could hope for.

Maybe Jim could be persuaded to do this regularly -
'Oswald nights' - special food is de rigour but we could
have special clothes, oh and code words and leave secret
messages and make a proper order of all this chaos...

zen ve can take over de vorld...

video de Tilling

Have tied for a while to big up Vivienne's video
and failed... search YTube for Black Chiffon made
in Esperaza and you are there.

Nostalgie...

Here we see a Tilling citizen with a Quillan friend,
in a photo taken in 1986, possibly,
with a rock star who shall remain nameless.
If you haven't spotted the identity of the central figure,
heres a clue; today in the market at Tilling he was
wearing the same shirt as he is wearing in the photo.

This months word...

I have stolen this months word from a blog called
le Poulet Noir which you can search for -
I did, following links from
Chase me, ladies,I'm in the Calvary.
One of the funniest blogs in blogdom.
But then, I'm warped.

It is technishererfolgangabemangelsfrust. Or, if you translate
it from the German: the frustration caused by having a sense
of achievement for completing a technical task but being unable
to boast about it because it is too boring.

Surprise

Downloading last nights photos of Scottish Daves party,
I am surprised to find the photos of the unicorn crashing
over the roof ( that I was sure I'd photographed perfectly)
are not there. Some jealous elf clearly deleted them. Pity.


Not only is the unicorn missing but it has been replaced by a load
of snaps of headless people dancing in the dark. Weird.

Toby and Pete, see above, is the only coherent photo in the machine.

Smashing party though. I fear the Scottish clan are establishing new
standards hereabouts, especially for food - totally fab -

airport lift anyone -

Anyone got space to pick up two people from Carcassonne airport
on the 19th August, from the 4.00ish flight? Bringing them safely
to Tilling with incur a sack of petrol money. They need to go back
on the 24th, if anyone is going that way.