Calendar Girls

I read today that the original Calendar Girls are coming back for another! For those who mightn't remember, these gals were from a Women's Institute branch somewhere in the hills of Yorkshire who, upon the leukaemia death of a member's husband, decided to pose tastefully naked in a calendar to raise money for a new couch for the cancer ward's lounge area at the local hospital. These cool gals, all 50 or above, went on to raise more cashola than they could ever have imagined, to gain notoriety all over the world, and have their story inspire the film starring Helen Mirren and a stage adaptation of said movie.

Well, they are at it again!! 10 years after the sepia coloured original calendar, replete with strategically placed embroidery frames, iced buns and cider presses, they are doing another calendar, this time in colour, with different sorts of WI type props to shield the rude bits. I just think this is so awesome. These dignified English small town wives and mothers, stalwart WI members who faithfully sing "Jerusalem" at every meeting, and enter their Victoria sponges and cucumbers and needlepoint in the town fetes, throw caution to the wind, and get their collective kit off for the world to see, all in the interests of a charity near and dear to their hearts... Wow.

I only hope that, when I reach more advanced years, that I can be as cool as the Calendar Girls...not that there will likely be any exuse for me to don my birthday suit in the public eye, but just to have that kind of brio! You go, girls!!

The Unbearable Shortness of Weekends

Seriously. Why is it that weekdays can drag and drag and draaaaaaaaaaag painfully on for about 35 years, and weekends...well, see, it's gone already! Cleo even noticed this this week. She pointed out that it didn't seem fair that one had to spend all these hours at school, and so few hours in the company of one's family. Smart kid.

Who do we have to talk to to get this rectified? My dear friend Barry & I have long harboured plans for a secret world takeover, and a systematic elimination of inferior members of the human race. I'm thinking that, as an adjunct to the wipe-out plans, we need to incorporate some sort of ruling regarding weekends and weekdays. The work week could be shortened to about 2 or 3 days, and the remainder is BLISSFUL, BLISSFUL weekend. What say?

Sunday, bloody Sunday.