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Enjoying the craic!

When I was a student I was good at doing this. Large quantities of beer were the norm, and recovery time was minimal. Nowadays a great evening out takes about 2 weeks to recover…

 

I guess the best way not to suffer is to stick to one particular drink, and in Dublin that can only mean one thing, and try to drink slowly over a long period of time. Perhaps I didn’t quite achieve that (drinking slowly…) but at least I stuck to the black stuff, and mighty delicious it was too…

The other way to forget that you can’t quite be a student anymore, is to surround yourself with your student pals and just relive the old days. And that’s what we did, to great effect. Enjoying the craic! Inside I still feel like I’m in my younger 20s anyway…

And at no stage did I give up the ghost, put my head in my hands and drown all my sorrows. This pic isn’t me!


Next year: Galway!!!


Zombies in Loughton

If you fancy a bit of trick or treating, then Loughton is definitely the place to go. And specifically the ghoulish, macabre, fiendish house of Wendy and David Greenhalgh, who are Halloweened up to the hilt. Every part of the house, and garden, and garage, and tree, and driveway, has turned into hell on earth for a weekend. Heaven knows what the lodger thinks….

When I was a kid, we did apple bobbing. Jeez – now it’s kids in the pot, corpses in the garden, and a trio of witches in the shed! Mind you, I checked out the kitchen and I could see some delicious looking toffee, so Thank God that hasn’t changed!

If you’re going to go over the top then do it properly, or improperly but extravagantly. “Extravaganza” might not actually quite be strong enough to capture the effect. Queens Road will ever quite recover, the Dementors have taken over…

Good luck for the party tomorrow. It’s going to be wicked!!!

For more on David and Wendy’s Halloween Extraordinaire, see Instagram: Halloweenwerewolf


Sri Lankan Faces

Sri Lanka is a wonderful country, full of colour, vibrancy and beautiful scenery. Here are some faces of the people we met over our 10 days in this fascinating country…

A young Tamil tea picker

 

A fire eater…

 

Ladies by the roadside

 

A gardener

 

The local butcher

 

A monk and his Mercedes

 

Tea picker in Ella


Rufus is here!

A while ago I mentioned I was under some pressure, from the kids – and Mrs P…, to get a dawg. Indeed we had walked around the Lake District marking dogs out of 10 to decide which ones we liked best.  And like the mutt I am, I succumbed. And lo! here he is. Rufus. The fifth Peck. And already, 3 weeks in, I can’t imagine life without him.Rufus1

 

OK. I promise not to become a dog bore. Even worse than a baby bore… But blimey he is cute (of course) intelligent (of course), full of character (of course). Mmmm, I suspect I am not the first to think this of their dog… Mind you he is a bit dopey too – never seen anyone or anything eat so many twigs and sticks as he does. Completely bonkers! I shall let the pix do the talking….

 

 


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Tomorrow a new life stage! Walkies!! How exciting!!! Rufus and I will soon be going on photographic trips together. I can’t wait, and neither can he (although maybe that’s me projecting…)

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Champagne baby, Yeah!

Now personally I am rather partial to Côtes du Rhône, love a Gigondas, and delect over a delicious German Riesling. And I go crazy for a 2005 Ciaccipicolomini, the best red ever! But occasionally Mrs P needs bubbles, and there’s only one thing to do – a road trip to Champagne!

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And it really is like a road trip. Frankly the driving is a joy. Three and half hours on empty roads from coast to vineyard – I drive fast – a dream compared to the M25, where are all the people? (in the south of France is the answer – I mean, if you can why wouldn’t you!). I should be in a sports car with the top down, but hey, I need the space in the boot for the bottles, and I respect Mrs P’s barnet, so we’re in the people carrier.

 

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Épernay is the destination, and it’s the Fête du Champagne this weekend. We are meeting friends, so the party is on. We shall do some private tastings at micro-Champagne houses, and then go for the big boys at the Fête. It’s party time!

 

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Did you know that there are 100 million bubbles in a bottle of Champagne (count them if you don’t believe me). Le Champagne is the drink, La Champagne is the region. And the Côtes des Blancs is so because of the Chardonnay grape, not the chalky soil.

 

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See that little straw in the barrel above. They take that out to let some air in when they bottle from the barrel so that the wine doesn’t disturb the sediment at the bottom of the barrel. Amazing how easy it is to learn stuff when you’re having a little drink…

 

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Bouquin-Dupont Blanc de blancs. Creamy and dry at the same time, like a crème brulée zapped with an electric current. Awesome, and a steal if you buy direct from Dominique, the grower, at 15€ a bottle. And we did, buy that is… Lucky I had the space in the boot of the car for all 50 odd bottles. Should keep Mrs P happy for a week or two.

 

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(All photos with the iPhone – who needs a Leica..? Me, I do, I do, I do!) Santé! Prost! Cheers and Happy Christmas to all! Joyeux Noel as we say in French. May all your festivities be filled with bubbles! À la prochaine…


An hour or two at Westfield

Shopping isn’t really my thing (Mrs P and Ms P make up for my lack of enthusiasm). But occasionally I get press-ganged and I end up in that consumerist mecca like Westfield. How best to kill a couple of hours?

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Take some photos of course! I decided to check out the Westfield sales staff and do some portrait image-making. Pretty much all of them were lovely and welcoming. Take this lady for example. She offered me a water massage (for a tenner)… And the gent below had the most delicious tea I’ve ever tasted. It was also the most expensive tea I’ve ever tasted…

 

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Sky TV checked out the football score for me & showed me all the new tech. He couldn’t sell me anything even if he had tried – I spend a lot with Sky already… No wonder he is beaming.

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But most fun was had at the Tesla showroom. First, I loved the car (I want one!). Second, the staff were full of cheeky beans, and it shows…

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Maybe shopping at Westfield isn’t that bad after all…

 


Oh yes America! We are all Stars!!!

Oi, Kim! Hands off my boy! He’s too young for you! Well what can you say. Three exclamation marks may well be too much for a first line, but I mean, the cheek of the girl,…..! (4)

 

She's stalking my boy!

She’s stalking my boy!

And then there’s Grandad… He’s a bad boy. Cuddling up to the big stars. He’s got that LA look about him…!

He's a rapper...

He’s a rapper…

But in this family it’s the girls that really strut their stuff. I mean look at Granny. She’s showing leggy RuPaul how to do it. Too many nights at Madame JoJo’s if you ask me (Granny that is, not RP)

What legs!

What legs!

This sort of behaviour has clearly been passed down through the generations. Here’s the next one down. Cleavage or what!

Mmmm, impressive.

Mmmm, impressive.

Not to be outdone (frankly, Immy is never going to be outdone) comes the current generation. All technophile and selfie obsessed. Narcissus-like.

Ur-selfie? Selfie squared?

Ur-selfie? Selfie squared? Who’s looking at whom?

I’m not getting left out! Yes, I want my own 15 seconds (I don’t get minutes) of fame. Yes, Justin, it’s you and me! Stuff the Beliebers, where are the Peckerettes?!?!?!?!

Cool dude, definitely!

Cool dude, definitely!

(19 exclamation marks in one short blog. Surely that’s a record?)    ! (20)


Embarrassing your kids is character building – for them.

Here’s a truism – your parents are embarrassing. But why? I guess the last thing you want as a teen working at your first summer job (looking after the pedalos on the Serpentine) is your Dad turning up waving an iPhone camera in your face… Not that my son’s acute embarrassment was going to stop me…

Oh God, it's Dad...!

Oh God, it’s Dad…!

 

Even worse than that I went to pick up my daughter from one of the many parties she seems to be going to at the moment and made the fatal mistake of actually walking into the party to find her! Such was her distress at my presence she sent me out & I had to wait in the car.

too cool to be seen with Dad

too cool to be seen with Dad

14 going on 24...

14 going on 24…

 

I’m sure I didn’t treat my parents this way. Mind you, they didn’t taxi me around all over the place. I had to get on my bike…, which did mean they never could keep tabs on me.

So as long as I remain chauffeur, my kids will have to continue to suffer me. It’ll do them good, I’m sure. Character building…

The sceptical look...

The sceptical look…


Gorgeous Youth and a Grumpy Old Man

Ah, the confidence of Youth! Only 13, but for all the world, acting like proper young ladies. Two best buddy cousins, in a studio for a couple of hours. Whack up the soft box, snap on the beauty dish, and hey presto, some photos to warm the heart of a grumpy old man (as in the last photo – that’s me)…

 

She can wear any hat...

She can wear any hat…

Leather jackets are always cool...

Leather jackets are always cool…

Cousins forever

Cousins forever

More leather jackets

More leather jackets

Face this way!

Face this way!

She likes dancing

She likes dancing

Grumpy old Dad

Grumpy old Dad


How quickly they grow up…

I know, I know, pictures of other people’s kids are really boring. I mean, who cares! It’s just another snapshot amongst the zillions of others… But I can’t help it. The pictures want to get out into the world. But I shall keep a tight rein – only one of each of the kids in the family. Promise… (until a later post, anyway).

 

A quiet moment

A quiet moment

 

What a smile...

What a smile…

 

He's just made 16. Growing up fast...

He’s just made 16. Growing up fast…

 

Grandad & Grandaughter

Grandad & Grandaughter