The boundary wall of the troop embarkation site at the side of the Grand Harbour Hotel West Quay.
Visitors from around the world, but especially from North America, emerge from cruise ships at Southampton Docks and head immediately for London or Stonehenge. Many stay at the prestigious Grand Harbour Hotel on West Quay without knowing that their country’s heroes had stayed on that very piece of land before sacrificing their lives.
Southampton. The day before D-Day
Port from lift of Grand Harbour Hotel
This historically, was the site for troops to be stationed before going off to wars, from Agincourt to The Falklands.
WW2 allied troops would have health check-ups and their vehicles disinfected. Servicemen would kill time playing cards and etching their names on the red-brick boundary wall. One of the most prolific times was when North American service personnel were stationed here during the run up to the D-Day manoeuvres.
Southampton Docks. Convoy during preparations for…
It must be so strange for people who cannot or do not want to drink alcohol at Christmas when for some it is what the Solstice is all about.
In Britain, like food, we are bombarded with booze at this time of year. As well as all the traditional drinks like: bucks fizz for breakfast, sherry before dinner, special reserve wines with dinner, after dinner port, champagne, mulled wine, gluewhein, schnapps. Then brandy, rum, whisky (or whiskey if you prefer Irish). Then there are the bottled cocktails: rum punch, raspberry vodka, egg-nog, spiced cider, Baileys, Tia Maria, Malibu, Dubonnet, Martini – the list is endless.
In Europe there has been an increase in English flavoured-gins too, not just the usual sloe gin, but gins with spices like cardamom and cinnamon or dried orange peel.
All so very festive I agree, but dangers lurk too… What do children make of all this? Christmas is often when a toddler might sneak their first taste of the demon stuff while adults are distracted. So many of us forget about the calories, cancers, unit-limitations and we might let our hair down in ways we regret. How shocking! Did I really say that? That nasty fall! “Sure I can drive.”
I tend to drink lots of water between tipples and sup slowly.
I give myself plenty of dry days in between the jolly ones. I read the NHS alcohol units and, just to get people thinking without being a party bore, I slip questions into Christmas quizzes (click on that last one for the BBC quiz about people’s drinking habits around the world – the link might not work in countries with Network restrictions)
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Everyone should see a pantomime at least once. The traditional British festive plays are full of audience-participation with calls of “It’s behind you” and “Oh! Yes it is – No it isn’t” – The audience have to sing and they get sweets thrown at them. These are popular fairy tales rewritten, from Aladdin to Jack & The Beanstalk, full of adult innuendos that go right over kids heads. There is a fair bit of cross-dressing – The Dame, who is usually the mother of the hero, is played by an older male and the Principal Boy is always played by a younger leggy woman in tights.
School productions invite the parents. They have jokes about teachers and it is a teacher usually plays the Dame, such as Widow Twanky who squirts water over everyone in a washing scene. It will also show off talented pupils dancing, singing or playing an instrument.
The ones in pubs are usually political and raucous – usually a charity fund-raiser. Village hall ‘pantos’ deal with local issues and are usually the funniest.
In cities it is harder to create humour that everyone gets, so they tend to be more like musicals which feature celebrities and have bigger budgets for the sets.
The world is in dire need of change, the rich have been getting richer while the poor have been getting poorer. It is a shock but we all need to come together to make a fairer world and stop name-blaming and creating divisions. Pop that filter-bubble and adjust to a new world.
But this is what residents in university cities face on a daily basis. I took this photo (above) of a wall of a residential block of flats, which means that no-one from the block will come and clean the offending spew, nor will the town council – so it might be there for well over a week. Thank heaven for British rain – but hell if it freezes over.
It has been freshers’ week and I have had to clean up three lots of the stuff. One lot on the pavement, one on my door step and another from my recycling bin. Recycled sick? Come on guys I can feel the subconscious guilt – the well-meaning gesture, but no-one is going to re-use your puke!
Students are basically jobless alcoholics, but their parents are proud of them.
Well, it is a rite of passage, we have all been there. (Yes even me).
Fortunately, most students are at an age when their bodies can take all the abuse of alcohol and junk food. I am not giving advice on your choice of life-style. But you would do well to learn that this is not cool as there is in existence:-
Vomiting and Litter Etiquette
If you feel a need to chuck up, and it is better out than in, then it should be offloaded into the gutter, preferably on double yellow lines.
No cars can park on them and these are usually cleaned by the Council each morning. This enables, say, a working mother to get her kids off to school and get to work in the morning, totally oblivious to what has happened the night before. If the chunder falls on her pavement, she’ll end up muttering “bloody students” under her breath and the chunks won’t be rinsed until she has time to do so in the evening, if she finds time at all. This also means that anyone passing the foul-smelling matter will also think: “bloody students” which does not make for good student-resident relations.
It is similar to litter. If you cannot bear to hold on to your left-over take-aways and drink cans until you find a public bin, then we would rather you used our bins than throw it at our front porch or hide it behind a bush in our green spaces. But please use the ordinary green-lidded rubbish bins, not the recycling ones.
Find out from your council’s website what the recycling policy is in your neighbourhood. Students can also arrange to have their old mattresses collected cheaper or free in some areas, so you don’t need to dump them on parking spaces.
If you accidentally drop your take-away chicko-land & chips, then try to kick them into the gutter. This will prevent them being trodden on and squashed, and any that the gulls don’t breakfast on will be swept away in the morning.
Okay. I realise that not everyone who makes a mess is a student and that not every student trawls around the streets at night screaming drunk. But you will be stereotyped, unfortunately, as it is predominately students who do this.
I know that coffee shops, ice cream parlours and shisha lounges have become more popular in student areas and open later now to meet the demands of the alternative life-styles. The pendulum seems to swinging more towards an addiction to healthy green drinks and gyms these days.
But until I stop having to check my bins for contamination, I will give my pennyworth.
Bread, milk eggs, meat for stew, steaks, double cream, blue eggs (trendy tinted ones?), cauliflower and/or broccoli, pointed peppers, bottle of Merlot wine, 5-6 pots of heather (lovingly doodled).
Further to my Confessions of a yellow-sticker shopper(two posts back – or click here) – I have become addicted to a wonderful new blog called The Shopping Lists(click to visit if you dare – you may become addicted too!)
The site records scribbled, shopping lists, mostly those left behind in supermarket trolleys.
The Shopping Lists tries to piece together what these people are like via their eating habits and lifestyles. Comments are encouraged offering answers to clues about the shopper’s circumstance. What’s the meal and how many are they cooking for? What age, gender, time of year ? – Is it a party?
I have spent the last few evenings playing detective with every list posted. And before I send in this one – perhaps we can guess that this list is for a posh, romantic dinner at home for two, then a bit of gardening at the weekend. The ‘meat for stew’ has been crossed off – so perhaps at the last minute they have been informed that they will be on their own for the weekend and suddenly changed the menu?
You can also submit your own found shopping list by tweeting to @tshoppinglists or send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org.