Le perroquet d'or?

 En passant près d'un lot de jardins, il y a quelques jours, j'ai vu ce perroquet doré, enfin je crois que c'est supposé d'être un perroquet, c'est peut-être autre chose, peut-être un oiseau imaginaire. Je suppose qu'il est utilisé comme épouvantail, ou alors c'est rien qu'une décoration. Mais je l'ai pris en photo dans tous les cas, parce que j'ai trouvé qu'il avait une allure intéressante et qu'il avait retenu mon attention. On voit souvent des épouvantails originaux dans les jardins, je n'en avais jamais vu comme celui-ci.

Long John Silver

There are many things I really enjoyed in Blackgang Chine on the Isle of Wight, the oldest theme park in the UK. Among them, the pirates section (I cannot remember the real name it had right now). A lot of what I saw there seemed to have been taken directly from my childhood's imagination, but there was at least one classical character. You probably have recognised Long John Silver from Treasure Island. Although I always imagined Silver to look far more cunning. This one looks a tad dumb. I showed himto Wolfie, who did not seem impressed. All the same, it was pretty cool to meet him there so to speak and I wished I could have been a child again just for that afternoon.

Cadeaux de Tenerife

Il y a quelques mois, un couple de nos voisins, deux personnes âgées, sont allés en vacances à Tenerife en Espagne. Ils ont eu la gentillesse de nous rapporter des cadeaux: ces deux serviettes, avec des images exotiques dessus, un chameau (dromadaire?) entre deux palmiers et des perroquets (perruches?). Je me demande si ça n'a pas l'air un peu quétaine, mais c'est quand même touchant qu'ils aient pensé à nous.

An afternoon at the Duke

I went to the Duke of Cambridge this afternoon, I love this pub more and more. When I feel down and out and I am in England, and especially when I feel down about England, I go and get a drink in an old pub, and everything gets just right. And it's not because of the booze! Anyway, I love their little ménagerie, with the chickens (as I said to my wife: I go there for the chicks), the doves, the dogs (there is a big scary one, but he doesn't seem dangerous, he smelled me and looked at me with curious, but not agressive, eyes), the parrots (one is name Joey and he bites and swears, what's not to love for?). Anyway, I was there, I had half a pint of stout (not ideal for this kind of weather, but there was not much of a choice, surprisingly) and then a cider with fruits des bois, not bad but it tasted like a soft drink, it was a bit too easy to drink really, especially with this temperature. As usual, the people there were nice and just chatty enough.

I swear, I will write an entry in English about Omertà.