Seasonal Shopping on the Global Online High Street!

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Card OnlineWe are fast approaching the time when we’ll all play the ‘Blind-tasting Christmas shopping experience’. In other words, very soon the furthest we’ll venture out for gifts is to the fridge to fetch another beer! We’ll sit at home in front of the computer picking presents that are too expensive, sizes that don’t fit, and colours that are truly hideous if held up to the light. However it will save us from ‘those Christmas hits from the past’ that are driving us insane in shopping centres up and down the country! Welcome to the world of the Virtual Seasonal High Street…

Jingle tills! Jingle tills!
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to have
An Internet store today!

You don’t need the smart building,
There are no rates to pay,
There are no traffic wardens,
Jingle tills all the way!

Non delivery? Blame the driver,
You’ll believe anything I say,
You only have an E-mail address,
No phone complaints today!

When Christmas is over
No refund will we pay
Now we are in Hawaii!
Jingle tills all the way!

© Baldock Bard 2013
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Turkey Tales 2: Alvin the Turkey!

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Alvin the TurkeyWhen we used to rear turkeys for the Christmas market (see yesterday’s blog http://bit.ly/JzUDDr ). The close proximity of turkeys from August to December had a profound effect. By the time the last turkey had left the building on Christmas Eve, you were even dreaming about turkey, turkey turkey! Late one evening after many hours in the plucking shed, Mrs Bard collapsed exhausted in the chair, the cat jumped onto her lap and she attempted to pluck the moggie (which actually enjoyed the close attention). By Christmas Eve the rare hallucinogenic qualities associated with too much close contact with turkey was evident. The only cure being a session of cold turkey…

Alvin the Turkey wore glasses,
Without them he’d miss the path,
All the farm animals used to do pointing:
“There goes Alvin with Glasses,” they’d laugh!

Doreen his mother was a wise one,
Unfortunately she was also long dead,
She used to scold him at mealtimes,
Shouting “don’t gobble your food” and she said:

“If you take care of your figure,
You’ll be on the right side of thinner!
You’ll keep your voice and always rejoice,
And you’ll never become Christmas Dinner!”

© Baldock Bard 2013
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Turkey Tales: Cyril the Turkey-Plucker’s Tale

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peasant wearOne of my favourite pictures of my late mother is of her modelling ‘peasant-wear 1980’s style’ in the turkey-plucking shed. In those far-off days (pre-1990s) we’d prepare over 2,000 turkeys for London butchers. For many years we even supplied the butcher at Windsor that produced turkeys for the Queen to give to officers stationed at the castle over Christmas (the shop is now an ice-cream parlour I believe). Local hand-pluckers used to want the work and extra money for Christmas. How times change! The turkey-plucking shed is now devoid of feathers, radio and pre-Christmas chatter, these days Eastern Europeans pluck vast numbers by machine and nobody believes the old stories anymore…
CyrilCyril (in the rear of the photo) was an engine driver on the railways who came to the farm in early December to pluck turkeys on his days off. He worked out of Kings Cross Station, London. His favourite journey was from the terminus, splitting from the main line at Hitchin and running up to Cambridge. Every year he’d ask if he could have a bag of wheat from the farm and we’d provide a sack-full thinking that maybe he had chickens in his back garden. One year he told us the purpose of the wheat: On his way through Ashwell towards Cambridge, Cyril would occasionally throw wheat from the cab of the train. On the way back he’d stop the train, climb down from the cab and pick up any dead pheasants from a local estate that subsequent trains had hit. Quite often angry commuters would wind down the window and in angry tones shout, “What’s the problem, Driver?” Cyril would shout back, “Sorry for the delay sir, something on the track!”
Cyril died suddenly, some years before retirement. He was a kind-hearted man with a cheeky grin and a wonderful way with a story. We still miss him and always remember him at this time of year.

© Baldock Bard 2013
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The Seasonal Old Man!

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Santa 13There seems to be a plethora of old men dressed in red around local towns this year. Some have gone to great lengths to be as realistic as possible and some have made hardly any effort at all. One I came across reminded me of passing an open pub door just before closing time. The genuine have been let down by the disingenuous…

I met an old man on the street of a town,
Was dressed in a smart red dressing gown!
He had a large sack slung over his shoulder,
Looked like my granddad, could have been older!
He asked me if I’d been a good boy,
Dependent on my answer he’d give me a toy!
When I told him quite how naughty I’d been,
He got quite abusive, quite obscene!
I told him not to bother, I needed no favours,
And while in town, he should visit Specsavers!

© Baldock Bard 2013
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Christmas Tree Lights (a lesson in entanglement)

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Tree LightsThe next time there is a dramatic rescue on our screens, look for Christmas tree lights playing a vital role. I have never known anything be as excellent at attaching itself to what is not required and then be incapable of getting any sort of purchase on what it’s supposed to! Hang a set on the bottom of a helicopter and it’ll be able to pick up anything, apart from a Christmas tree! The late Bruce McIntee from our village had the right idea when it came to these festive tangles…

I put the tree lights away carefully,
Untangled, all working well,
But when I came to decorate,
My lights became decorate hell.

They attached themselves to the sofa,
I pleaded and was forced to beg,
They then grabbed my mug by the handle,
And coffee spilt all down my leg!

In a final show of defiance,
They wrapped themselves like a snake,
As I danced and shook them quite badly,
Under foot I heard some of them break!

So now I have come to a conclusion,
I know it may end up quite dear,
I shall send these lights for recycling,
And buy new lights, year after year!

Dedicated to the late Bruce McIntee who not only replaced his Christmas lights frequently but also enjoyed a good joke and is probably doing some secret tangling of his own on your lights right now!

Cmas Tree© Baldock Bard 2013
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Superstore Nativity Scene (seasonal figures for sale!)

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Wholesae NativityI was in a wholesale store the other day and noticed an almost full-scale set of characters depicting the Nativity Scene. Whilst very impressive, I felt they had a certain air of sadness about them. I am old enough to remember as a child, the joy and reasurance that came from such a simple and well-known story. I began to wonder whether it would still have the power to thrill in years to come. Will the school that still has a nativity play or celebrates ‘Christmas’ (rather than the bland ‘Winter Festival’), please take a bow…

While shepherds watched their flock by night
On a shelf above aisle nine,
A security guard came wandering past,
To check that all was fine!

Off he went to patrol the store,
As was his job that night,
Three kings came a-wandering in,
And gave him such a fright!

“Please tell us where we can find a child?
It would seem the store is closed?”

“You can wait ‘till opening time,
No security threat supposed!”

The Three Wise Men passed him by,
Walked around the empty store,
They found the baby in aisle nine,
And fell upon the floor.

“Come up here,” the shepherd said,
There’s no need to fear,
Nativity is mostly ignored in schools,
It’s Peppa Pig this year!

There they stand, eyes on the crib,
In which the baby lays,
They have a price, five hundred pounds,
That would seem cheap these days!

© Baldock Bard 2013
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Christmas Card Cramp! (due to unaccustomed analogue writing)

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Christmas CardsHow many Christmas cards have you sent this year? Has this annual address-fest, where you struggle to remember what Bob and Penelope’s children are called, been successful or another late-post disaster? Have you culled any friends seamlessly from the list? Perhaps you’ve decided to play a festive game of wait and see (if they sent you one!), before you send a return and blame it’s post-Christmas arrival on the privatization of the postal service! All this pondering made me wonder…

I’ve written over thirty Christmas cards
And now I’ve reached a stage
Where the pile doesn’t seem to diminish
It has taken quite an age!
I started at the head of the alphabet
And so far I’m just half way,
I wish it were automated,
Auto-arrive on Christmas day!
I suppose in the future,
They’ll wonder what cards were,
They’ll never suffer stamp-dry-tongue,
Or know the phrase ‘Dear Sir!’
So let’s keep sending Christmas cards,
It’s a festive thing you know,
‘Cos it’ll soon be electronic,
An expensive ‘Face-Twit’ without snow!
Holly 13© Baldock Bard 2013
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Un-necessary Death (on the side of the road)

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Warning DeerWARNING: You may find today’s posting upsetting.
Yesterday lunchtime a lady motorist stood at the door saying that a deer had been hit and was lying seriously injured in a field. In such cases it falls upon us to put the animal out of pain as soon as possible.
It is the worst job on the farm…

In their haste to arrive,
They hit a young deer.
“Oh dear,” they said.
In their haste to drive,
Their car was damaged,
“Oh dear,” they said.
“Oh look, it’s alive,” they said,
As they drove off,
“Oh dear,” they said.

“A deer has been hit,” she said,
“The car drove off,” she said,
“It’s sitting injured in a field,” she said.
“We’ll deal with it,” we said.

We arrived by the side of the road,
there was the deer,
sitting calmly.
Injured  DeerTemptation says:
“It’s ok, we can look the other way,
and drive on, as well.”
Reality says:
“Unsleeve the gun.”

The injured deer
attempts escape
on two legs,
its rear legs dragging
uselessly on the ground.
An awful sound
issues from its very soul:
“Meeuurr,”
“Meeuurr, Meeuurr,” it pleads.

The sound dissects me in two,
it looks with big brown eyes,
and with tears running down my cheeks,
I carefully raise the gun,
pull the trigger.
Pain over,
Job done.

With anger I return to the farm,
If I could find the person responsible,
I’d give them,
what they deserved,
and the deer did not.
THOUGHTLESS BASTARDS.

DeerPlease drive carefully on country roads.
If you see the above sign –
THINK WHY IT’S BEEN PUT THERE

© Baldock Bard 2013
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A Winter Warmer!

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Logs 1The other day, son-in-law Bard and I went sawing wood. With great care (and an eye on the Health and Safety handbook) we used our sawbench/splitter and loaded the bucket on the JCB. The old David Brown tractor purred away on the mild December day. It was one of many warms twixt tree and fireplace and on such a mild day the sweat dripped under our protective gear…
Logs 2Son-in-law John,
Sawing along,
We’re loading a bucket,
Without saying “f*ck it!”
While singing this old-fashioned song:

“How much wood,
Could a wood-cutter cut,
If a wood-cutter could cut wood?
It would be as much wood,
As a wood-cutter could,
When a wood-cutter should cut wood!”
And then went home for tea!

© Baldock Bard 2013
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Congestion leads to Congestion Charge!

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CCThere is a sentence that strikes terror into the heart of anyone who rarely drives into London: “Do you think we strayed into the Congestion Charge Zone?” I had to drive into the Capital recently to take an aged relative to the train and was beset by congestion. Luckily one of my travelling companions, Tom-Twice, had found a new route that despite severe congestion, was marginally quicker. Keeping my wits around me and concentrating on the traffic, I reached the station just in time. Mrs Bard then uttered those fateful words, “Do you think we breached the Congestion Charge Zone while we were in all that Congestion?” I rang Transport For London to check. However as with many civil contractors they were less than civil and suggested I wait for the postman to find out (and pay an increased fine of £65 rather than £8)…

I rang the hotline, to see if a fine,
Was owing for me to pay,
Had foray I’d made,
Into Congestion Zone strayed,
Could they please tell me if ‘yay?’

“I’m sorry Sir, she said with a burr,
I’m not at liberty to say,
You’ll just have to wait,
For a future date,
An increased penalty will find you that day”

I tried to plea, to see if she’d see,
Congestion had forced me to stray,
The traffic backed up,
My journey was fluffed,
Was late to Paddington that way!

They don’t give a damn, if car or a van,
Cos when they’ve got you, that’s it!
So I paid the damn fine,
And published this line,
TFL – you make me spit!

Apparently revenue raised has to go towards transport improvements in the Capital. Well I’ve got news for you Boris! You must be wasting it, because traffic flow was a joke when you stung me for £65… Someone suggested I should consider buying a petrol/electric Pious to avoid the charge altogether, although what it would think to being forced to drive across fields I have no idea!

© Baldock Bard 2013
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