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Dennypoos..................shakes his head in disbelief.

Every once in a while I can't be arsed to get my cooking head on and slum it by buying a cheapo pizza, knowing that I have sufficient stuff in the fridge to tart it up and make it edible. This I did with a one quid pizza from Asda.

I was about to consign the box to the recycling bin when I noticed this:

Yes, bloody cheese flavour. Of all that's holy in the land of pizzas. I could hardly believe my eyes but on turning the box to see the list of ingredients it got worse:

Now I know it was only a skanky quid pizza but really, harumph. Feeling a tad miffed I sent the company, Green Isle Foods, (Aka Northern Foods) the following email:

Hi guys,

Dennis.

I await their reply with a smile upon my face. There is some curmudgeonly fun to be had here.

Dennypoos.....................caught out this once but vengeance will be mine

I've finally managed to edit and cobble together the photographs I took on my epic walk from Southampton to Winchester. They can be viewed by following the link below. I've put them together to be viewed as a slide-show, full screen and with captions. If you've got a couple of spare minutes have a look. I'd appreciate any comments, other than that there are too many in the set as I realise more editing needs to be done.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dennypoos/sets/72157613036525173/

Here's an example:

You cannot but help having your feelings towards your fellow man confirmed by this little article I spotted in 'The Independent' this morning:

Friendship comes cheap in cyber-land

Social networking is a game for bored people, a form of voyeurism. The idea that online friendship has anything to do with the real article is simply a whopper.

That about sums it up.

Dennypoos.....................one amongst another one.

There is hardly a day goes by when I don't consider my own state of being unemployed for over a year now and I've come to the conclusion that I am one of the lucky ones.

My thinking is this:

I have been out of work for a while, so I don't have the shock of having the rug pulled out from under me with subsequent loss of self esteem.

I can shop so-as to get bargain food, bogof offers etc, so that I can eat really well for very little.

I am able to pick and chose my Daytime TV so-as not to become one with the sofa.

I do not suffer with the fortnightly visit to the jobcentre and the feeling of despair and despondency that can come of this.

I am able to fill my time, doing what I want with very little dosh changing hands.

Dennypoos.............comfy with myself.........a job would be handy though.

Am I the only one to be tickled by the insurance advert featuring Meerkats? Am I the only one to log onto the Meerkat web site? Fair play to the Ad agency. Follow the link if you're having a bit of a slow day.

http://www.comparethemeerkat.com/home.html

Dennypoos..............it had to be me.

For all you oldies. Every recent music style in one song.

Dennypoos..............saw this at 'The Essoldo' Scunthorpe, way back when.

Looks like I've managed to get rid of another fragile ego from my 'Friends'. This guy posted a blog that I had definite views on. Seems this upset him and he's spat the dummy.
Should I feel agrieved or was my post upsetting, or what? You decide, the dialogue want as follows:

His blogs opening paragraph was:

There was a lengthy discussion here yesterday about nude photographs, specifically of under-age boys and girls. To make it clear, we're talking about high art photography, not pornography

My comment:

Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh dear. I wonder if you could explain to me just how I can recognise, "High Art Photography", so as to differentiate between this and ordinary photography.

His reply:

I'm sure you have the same access to encyclopedias as I do :-)

My comment:

SWPP has it as "A general photographicterm for an early form of artistic photography". But how will I know it when I see it. Is there then, Art photography then Low art photography....etc etc. How will I know that this photo of a naked body is "High Art" and a similar one isn't?

His reply:

If you like, I can go and delete that word "High" since it seems to be getting in the way. As noted elsewhere, he has twice been tried for child pornography in America and on both occasions the cases were thrown out.

Tom.

My comment, after a days deliberation:

I think what it is, is that I have never read anything quite as pompous as your opening paragraph in many a long year and was astonished that someone whom I had considered thoughtful and erudite could come up with such arrogant and errant nonsense.
It would suggest that there are some kind of league tables of photographic worth. 'Fine Art Photography'(which is what I think you meant by the pompous 'High' art photography) being at the very pinnacle and happy snapper at it's base.
I am against any elitist structures where one group of people set themselves as arbiters of taste, as in the Salons in C19 France and I am against compartmentalisation of any kind. There are only two kinds of photography just as there are only two kinds of music. Any more of this nonsense Thomas and you'll have to go and sit on the 'naughty step'.

Denny.

His reply:

What a simple (and rude) world you live in!

My comment:

I'll take rude to mean being in good health, and yes it is.

Am I such a bad guy or should I alter the habits of a lifetime and masage fragile egos?

Dennypoos.............if ya can't take it don't give it.

Who'd have thought that Seasick Steve has a Norwegan wife, 27yrs married and that he has grown up sons and that he lives in Norfolk not far from Stephen Fry?

Who'd have thought that? I give you this info ahead of a whole night of Americana on BBC4.

Dennypoos..............you have been warned.

Yesterday I had one of those stonkingly good days that make life worth living. Didn't mean to do it but as I looked out of the window yesterday morn I espied an opportunity to do 'The Itchen Way', this being a walk from Southampton to Winchester along the Itchen,(both river and disused canal). Brilliantly fresh, bright and full sunlight and mud galore. I'll post a full record in the next few days with links to a selection of the 229 photographs I took.

Here however is a photo of all things English. I have to admit that when, on the outskirts of Winchester, I came across three piches of unknown type, six teams of unknown number,and activity of unknown type, I was flummoxed. Research now tells me the boys, (from Winchester College,(public school))were playing Winkies, a type of game played with a football but more like rugby. Winchester Colleges' own site says that very little hand-eye coordination is required. Nuff said.

Dennypoos...............only I could find this after walking 16 miles.

Not a rant about Gaza or domestic bills, or indeed much of a rant at all, still it fills the time on a blustery Sunday Morn.

Imagine the surprise here at 'Dennypoos Acres' when, having given the domestic staff the day off, one finds oneself to be newspaper less. If you can, all well and good, your sympathy does you great credit but solves not the newspaper problem. Being not a man without a certain amount of resolve, I decided to brave yesterdays blustery conditions and get the damn thing myself. Suitably togged up as if for an Arctic expedition I sallied forth to the local purveyor of crisps, black-jacks, overpriced milk and newspapers.
Can I find a copy of 'The Independent' or even 'The Guardian'? No way Jose as they say down here. Mirror, Star, something called The Sport, which featured many a buxom wench in various states of undress,and 'The Daily Mail'.
I settled on 'The Mail'. Do not assume that I follow their editorial viewpoint just because I am of a certain age, educational standard and whatnot, no indeed the opposite is true but one likes to see life from the other side as twere. There's a decent TV mag and a good section for the Gee-Gees. Now to the point of this convoluted blog;

In the magazine there is to be found an article by a 'Rebecca Hartley' about Amanda Donohoe. In and of itself no bad thing but in reading it, ( whilst filling in time between the 1.05 and the 1.40 at Ascot) I found a couple of things that annoyed me.
Ms. Dononoe, seen below:

Whilst relating details of her time together with Adam Ant, seen above:
Kept on referring to him as Adam, whereas he is called Stuart Lesiie Goddard. Perhaps, even though she moved in with him when she was only 16, she never knew his real name? I think not. Perhaps she referred to him as Stuart in the interview and Rebecca changed it for the convenience of her readers? Who knows, but irritating nonethelessless. Also, the good old Anglo-Saxon 'Arse' became a*+* and 'Bloody' became b*+*dy. So what is this all about?

This is the language of the playground, and an early year-group as well.

It must be that the world has changed much since I last read this rag and perhaps retired colonels have stopped talking about the fact that the bloody government should get of it's arse and do something about the wogs stealing all our jobs. One wonders as to The Mail's demographic.

Dennypoos...............three winners and a couple of placed in yesterdays metings.

1) Did you know that Alan Davies, he of QI fame is actually 42 yrs old? Yes FORTY TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he's not quite the thickie he purports to be as he's got eight 'O' leels, two 'A' levels and went to Kent University.

2)Did you know that Gordon Sumner, nee Somers, of Police guitarist ilk is actually older than Mick Jagger?
2) edit.Did you know that Andy Summers, nee Somers, of Police guitarist ilk is actually older than Mick Jagger?

Seems that we have a new method of saving the planet from the ravages of global warming. Well not really the planet, more ourelves.

REFLECTIVE CROPS

I kid you not my overly toasted chums. Seems that satellite investigations have proven that certain varieties of maize and wheat reflect more sunlight and therefore less warmth is transfered to the Earth's surface. This effect could reduce warming by 1/5 of a degree celsius.

PAH I say! and PAH again.

Are we really reduced to clutching at straws.

Dennypoos..............master of the pun. (clutching at straws...geddit.)

Can you belive that I missed seeing one of my favourites in Southampton, just a little while ago.

Bollocks!

Dennypoos....................... sometimes tardy.

The loss of 1000 jobs at Marks and Spencer may have an impact on Jeremy Paxman and his loyalty to the St Michael brand.

Seen here on Holiday.

Dennypoos.....................1st wiv de noos.

Well, I can't be the only one to offer comparisons between the two great leaders of eastern empires but there are a number of similarities. Vlad the impaler was not by all accounts an understanding ruler but he was highly thought of in Russia as a reformer. Putin is not the hero and misunderstood ex-ruler of Russia, he is tha archetype imperialist.

There are other similarities.

Vlad.

Putin.

What has brought this to my notice is that Gazprom has started to turn off the tap to the Ukraine. Reports are that Bulgaria and Romania are the first to suffer and that it's only a matter of time before Europe is affected.
Seems that though the cuts are only suposed to affect Ukraine a certain amount of syphoning off of suplies passing through Ukraine, bound elsewhere has occured, as you'd expect.

So what happens now eh?

My understanding of human nature sees that thare will be a knee-jerk reaction on the gas futures market and soothing words from H.M. Government.
Putin will, of course, deny pipeline politics, citing a debt owed on a business deal.(though this reminds us all as to who has his hands on the tap).

This one will run and run.

Dennypoos............watches for his friends.

Just finished watching the la Plante drama 'Above Suspicion' and there are a couple of things that spring to mind.

The first is that Kelly Reilly is an abolute 'Honey' and reminds me of a girl I commited adultery with whilst living in Lincolnshire.

The second thing is that it's nice to see a bit of real acting on the box.

The third and most important thing is that halfway through the first episode I thought that I'd seen it before, as I became aware of what was going to happen before it did.
In a moment of clarity I remembered that it was the programme of the book that I had read only a month ago.

Brain cells, where are you? Why are you not connected? Why are you not making synapses?

Dennypoos.................not quite having lost it but on the way.

...can be seen on the Solent foreshore.

The idea with these is that the two large ones are made out of slate and lovers are requested to leave messages, scratched onto the surface, for the object of their desires.

click on immage for larger stones.

...an Amp.

click to get even bigger amp.

Note. It does go to 11.

Having an early morning mooch around the web, I came across this bizarre article;

http://newsvote.bbc.co.uk/mpapps/pagetools/print/news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7571952.stm

Who'd have thought it eh? Seems he didn't write "No woman no cry" either.

Dennypoos.......................I search, I learn and am astonished.

Following a recent post by Isadora, I find my memory jogged to recall this, which is just about the perfect pop song.

It contains the memorable line:

"They call her Natasha but she looks like Elsie, I don't want to go to Chelsea."

Dennypoos................had the first three Costello waxings on vinyl.

Well here we are in another new year and all will change. There will be doubters and cynics but I for one believe that we are in for a stonker.

Israel will stop pounding Gaza into the dust and Gaza will stop throwing home made missiles into Israel. Putin will move away from the gas tap and the '...stans' will be quiet. Young black guys will stop stabbing each other and the 'Mail' will stop reporting on the princes and emigree Poles. Obama will be the saviour of the western world and we will return to an era of sleaze as opposed to the current fiscally oriented exposee's. Engerland will win everything that there is to win in every sport and I will go and watch 'Saints'.

On a personal level, I will stop swearing and will get back in employment. I will delay the onset of 'manboobs' by extensive exercise and suitable diet. I will maintain my judgemental attitude but adopt a more understanding/laissai-faire attitude.

I shall awaken my sleeping dogs.

Whoa........... must stop picking those mushrooms.

Dennypoos.....................as bloody ever.