Posted tagged ‘hampstead’

Chopped Liver – Wave Of Mutilation

April 28, 2011

Fine day today.

(apart from the fact that my boy beat me at Junior Monopoly – some people do not understand that you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you).

Had to go back to hosp for a blood test for the anti-coagulation peeps – just got the results back and the good news is my INR level is back down to a respectable 2.0 – it’s official, I am once again able to cut myself.

No problem for me now!

This may warrant a celebratory wave of mutilation (never quite knew what that song was about – until now!).

I met up with a friend at Belsize and we had cwaffy and then walked slowly – but ever so slightly less painfully than before – up the mighty hill to Hampstead and around the narrow streets of affluence until we arrived at Burgh House for afternoon tea in their beautiful sunny gardens. A bit of a shame their scones (pronounced “scones”, of course) were a bit on the hard side, but it was a welcome rest after the exertions of the climb – it’s not all casual laziness as it might sound, you know – I do have to work for it.

So it’s back on the Warfarin again now at a steady 2mg for a few days when I’ll have to stop it again in preparation for the next Bridging Plan prior to the next attempt at the ERCP to remove my cherished attachment – scheduled for 11th May – not holding my breath on that one.

Can’t wait for the Royal Wedding at Westminster Abbey between William and Kate – actually I couldn’t give a flying one for this event – but if I include this sentence in my blog I can tag the keywords and boost my readership to around an extra 5 million tomorrow alone.


Chopped Liver – The Bump

September 19, 2010

There is a new tourist attraction in London.

We passed by the crowds of happy snappers posing in front of it.

It’s not The London Eye. Or the Gherkin. Or Wembley Stadium. It’s not a landmark that can be seen for miles around. It is, in fact, a branch of the photo outlet franchise known as Snappy Snaps.

This one is in Hampstead and and has heavily cracked windows and damaged wooden structure. It is, no less, the shop that a drug-impaired George Michael smashed into for which he is now serving time in the slammer.

Whatdya mean it's not a drive-thru?

But this happened a long time ago – I hear you cry. Yes, indeed. Many months ago. You’d imagine such a dangerous and unsightly facade would have been repaired by now. But why? As long as it is what it is – that being the unaltered scene of a crime by one of the most famous and (dare I say it) loved pop stars of the past 30 years – then people from all over the world will be attracted to it – and the name Snappy Snaps will continue to be talked about and written about in all sorts of conversations and publications – even pithy little blogs about blokes waiting for liver transplants.

I’m sure if the damage had been caused by a biddy, address unknown, then it would have been brought back to the pristine condition that an area as affluent as Hampstead surely merits.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

Chopped Liver – London’s Bummin’

August 30, 2010

A lovely afternoon was spent today with Weedy’s Uncle and Auntie in Kenwood – part of the sprawling green area of north-west London known as ‘ampstead ‘eath.

Amongst other things we discussed were what should be done about my mum – who’s long-term partner, confidant, DEPENDANT, and, of course, devoted husband passed away earlier this year. Arguments for bringing her down to London were not thought to be in anyone’s best interests – but I don’t think we’ve heard the last of that particluar discussion.

Far better in the short term, to come up with suggestions as to possible interests for her to take up in the area she has lived in for the past 30-odd years. We can’t possibly be the first ones to be faced with this conumdrum – but it sure does feel like it.

Spot The Bum

Anyway, after we said our goodbyes, B, Weedy and moi headed up a wee hill to a spectacular viewpoint of the London skyline. Now Weedy was in his element. He loves all things London. All things geographic. And all things related to famous buildings.

And lo – a bronze bench-like graphical template type thingy with all the visible building names engraved on it – to enable the onlooker to identify each famous building. Fantastic.

I say “bench-like”. What I mean is it was um… like a.. em broad sort of slab thing raised quite high – with the engravings on it. So, “bench-like” – but, most definitely not “BENCH”.

A fact evidently lost on the bloke sitting on it to one side.

So we started reading it, and Weedy started from the right, naming each building and pointing it out to us. Except – well, after a while, he reached the bloke’s bottom – still perched high on the eh, benc chart – and we waited.

And waited.

And wiated.

Until… Weedy announced. “I cant see any more names because that man is sitting on them!”

Sometimes a child should be both seen and heard. Sometimes one needs a child to shout out what everyone else is thinking.

But did it do any good?

No it bleedin’ did not. The bloke simply did not shift his ass.

Weedy tried a few more times – but it was all in vain – the bloke’s bum was well and truly covering a significant portion of London – and neither B nor myself had the heart to point out to the least considerate man in the world that he really should shift his ass – after all, us Brits, y’know – not keen on confrontation.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.