picture from Sniff Petrol
In the last four years I’ve owned two Saabs – a 9-3 and a 9-5. Both suffered from abysmal build quality – I have an OCD-esque hatred of rattles in the cabin (which is why my last two cars have been a Mercedes-Benz and an Audi) and the Saabs were both both terrible for that – but nevertheless I am sad that there won’t be any more slightly eccentric creations from Trollhatten – even though recent Saab’s have been pale imitations of their 70’s and 80’s forebears. GM has a lot to answer for.
In the end, one cannot but mourn the demise of a company that produced the lovely thing below..
A while ago we won a pair of entry tickets to Cotswold Wildlife Park, so we decided to make use of them today. We go there quite regularly with the girls but never before in the deep mid-winter! As we arrived it was starting to snow.
Miss Fleet and Rothmans were both wrapped up warm, and Cotswold Wildlife Park in the snow turns out to be a rather splendid experience (not least as we discovered that entry was free today (although a charitable donation was encouraged) and so we will be able to use our free tickets in the summer). The park was very quiet, and after a splendid lunch of sausage and chips for Mrs F and I and Fish and chips for the girls we got to look at the various creatures against the pretty landscape of the park, very lightly dusted with snow. Rothmans is a particular fan of the Rhinos, while Miss Fleet loves the Humboldt Penguins, two of whom are pictured above enjoying an affectionate interlude!
The park is compact enough that the girls were able to see most of the interesting creatures before they got too cold, and an enjoyable visit was had by all, especially Rothmans who purchased a Rhino of her own (below). The trip home was interesting as the snow really started to come down having apparently caught Oxfordshire County Council by surprise (as ever) and the trusty Audi A6 was slithering around everywhere by the time we got there.
I always heartily recommend Cotswold Wildlife Park – ever since my childhood in the ’70s it’s been a great day out!
I know I post this every year, but It’s quite the funniest thing I’ve ever heard and makes the festive season for me!
Frank Kelly is probably best known these days as Father Jack “DRINK, FECK, GIRLS” Hackett from Father Ted.
“Good King Boroslav looked out,
on the night of grungers.
Saw them wurdling round about,
Armed with rubber plungers.
Brightly shone their artefacts,
Red their possets glowing.
He knew not from whence they came,
But he knew where they were going.
Out he went into the snow,
Loud his lummocks ringing.
With his moulies all aglow,
And his trousers clinging.
Back he brought those grungers bold
Warmed them by the fire dogs,
Saved them from the bitter cold
By thawing out their Yule logs.
Those who would a grunger be,
Take heed of this warning.
For there is no guarantee,
You will live till morning.
If you wurdle in the snow
In a spot you’ve chosen.
Dawn’s first light is going to show
Your woggling irons are frozen”
To be sung to the tune of Good King Wenceslas, courtesy of Rambling Syd Rumpo (as sung to Barry Took and Marty Feldman)