Andrew's beach front bar

I feel a rant coming on.

rant over.

So i got tagged again....that means seven more facts.....

1.I didnt loose my vaginity untill my twenties.
2.at school my nick name was Ambush.
3.My wife is also my best friend.
4.A gay male friend of mine once made a drunken pass at me and i had to let him down without hurting his feelings.
5.I used to be in the Ultravox fan club.
6.I once saw Limahl live in Sheffield.
7.I have Neuro fibro matosis.

i now tag:

Kirastus
la spice
boredrich
michael stmark
scotfella
tenik
annie bell

I picked ths up at a charity shop. Have to try some of these out....

Banana dream.

30ml gin
30ml creme de banane
30ml ice cream
ice for shaking

decorate with sliced banana.

Blue lady

30ml dry gin
30ml blue curacao
15ml lemon juice
1 tsp egg white
caster sugar for frosting.

Chelsea reach.

60ml vodka
75ml orange juice
medium dry cider
ice cubes
orange slices to garnish.

Moscow mule.

60ml vodka
30ml lime juice
chilled ginger beer
ice cubes
sprig of mint to garnish.

Manhattan.

30 ml Bourbon
15ml sweet vermouth
dash angostura bitters
ice for stirring
cherry on a cocktail stick to garnish.

Margarita.

30ml Tequila
30 ml cointreau
juice of one lime or lemon
salt
ice cubes
1 slice lemon

Banana rum cocktail.

275ml white rum
275ml dark rum
275ml orange juice
175ml thin cream
2 bananas
juice of two limes
crushed ice

to decorate..

1 banana
15ml lemon juice
1 kiwi fruit
1 ortange thickly sliced
8 sprigs of mint.

Tropical foam.

60ml white rum
425 ml chilled butter milk
425 ml pineapple juice
30 ml lemon juice

to decorate...

16 pineaplle cubes
8 scented geraniun leaves.

question is, which do i try first? There are about 70 of them in the book......

How cold has it been this weekend? And wet, my God. What a wekend, hardley left the house over the bank holiday apart from a trip to Tesco. Im sat here at work now eating a cheese ploughmans sandwich, and i am shivering its so cold. It's June in a couple of days...

Ok, here goes with my seven facts.

Tithe
WhatDaisydid next
Steve P
Sacha 121
NickieCharles
Haylegeek
angelthatfell

On the local radio station they are giving away the new 'best of Bucks fizz' CD. Call me sad, but i have to admit that Bucks fizz are one of my guilty pleasures, and i have seen them live once.

I am not sad......Am i?

And then the local radio station turned up.

Well it's all go here..and here was me hoping i could wind down for the weekend. They are starting to turn up for the painting exhibition that i blosgged about earlier in the week. We managed to get all the piuctures on the walls, and the tables are layed out with nibbles. Normaly finish work at five, but were here untill seven thirty...no rest for the wicked.

Whats the stupidist thing you ever did? I think i just did it..I'm working away in the work shop, cutting a three foot by two foot piece of glassmdown to 12 x 10 inch, and as i sit it on the cutter (Up right) I see it start to slip, so instinct takes a hold and i put my hand out to catch it....i'm typing this now with one hand!

Mug of coffee, chocky bickie, good music on the radio, and many blogs to read.....can almost forget it's so wet out side.

I know one magpie is for sorow, and two for joy. I just saw seven. what does that mean?

I just heard a story on the radio that Jade Goodey as asked her doctor to re wire her brain to stop her being stupid. She said, 'I have the right wires but they are not connected properly'.

So were having a painting exhibition in our gallery (above our arts and craft shop) for local artist June Wendy Haywood. It's to celebrate her 70'th birthday, and running from 26th May to 9th June. When we arranged it with her it was for 40 paintings, but when she turned up in a taxi she had 70 paintings. now we have to find wall space for them.

If gold fish only have a two second memory how do they mate?

Laying in bed last night, and we heard these strange fluttering/scratching noises over head, tried to ignore it but it caried on, so at around 2am me and Mrs wife were there, both naked in the loft with a torch. Dont those rungs on a ladder hurt your feet when you have no shoes on?

Never found anything, no droppings, no....well, no anything. Any sugestions?

Just tried for ages to get on the B&Q website. Finaly realised the reason i couldnt find it was because it needed a space betwen the B and & and & and Q! Try saying that when your drunk!

And why is it women cant go toppless, but men can? Even with man boobs.

Im not a parent, the only thing I have is two cats and I know how devestated I would be should they go missing, so I cant even begin toi imagine what Maddies family are going through right now. Lets just pray she turns up safe and well.

Last night i was reminded of an incident that happened several years ago when i worked as a care assistant in a residential home for people with mental health problems. One day i was working the afternoon shift, all the 'seneor care staff' were either on holiday, or off sick, and i 'acting senior'. The father of one of the residents phoned, very irate because his son had gone on home leave for the weekend , and his father had been un happy about the fact that he had a mustach, and he had insisted it be shaved off before he return home.

Here in Rotherham we now have our wheely bin collected every two weeks, and on the weeks they dont empty they collect the green garden waist bin, the blue box for tin and glass, and the paper recycling. Yesterday was the turn of the 'recycling'. i understood the whole part of recycling, and beeing green was to 'save the plannet'. Why then, does one truck come along and collect the paper, then, some time later a second truck comes along to empty the blue box of tin cans and glas bottles, and then, a third truck to collect the garden waist?

Thats it. Rant over.

I appear to be a friend down. Last time I looked I had 50, now i have 49, and I know this sounds bad, but I dont even know who's missing.

So Mrs wife has gone on a 'girlsnight out'. Here I am home alone, unless you count the two cats. I've been trying too get on here for ages, but all i keep getting is 'the page is not avaliable'. Finaly i get on, but it's coming up for nine o'clock and i had planned to sit and watch Hustle on TV with a few glasses of Rum. so, this has turned into one short visit. Untill the Morrow then.

I woke up this morning for the 4th day in succession filled with what can only be described as 'the joys of spring'.

For now though, i am going to bask in this no doubt tempory state of well being.

An actor, Doug Deveny has been told that he has to worn audiences that his one man show features a roast chicken in case he offends vegetarieans vigiterians people who dont eat meat in the audience.

I feel as though a massive weight has been lifted from my mind, like a black cloud has moved away and allowed the sun to shine down on me. I feel like the covers have been taken from my eyes and allowed me to see, the earmuffs removed and allowed me to hear.

in the mean time, all is well.

Been trying to work out why i have adds for 'Ice making' and 'Ice cream' on my blog, it just came to me. i blogged a poem called 'Ice'.

The milks off. The milks off and were out of tea bags. The milks off, were out of tea bags and the bread has blue mold on it. The milks off, were out of tea bags, the bread has blue mold on it and the weather forcast looks pretty dismal for the bank holiday weekend.

So, all in all things are pretty grim. I guess it could be worse though....I could be Tony Blair, i could be a footballer playing for Rotherham united, i could be on the receiving end of Gorden Ramsey, or Alan Sugars wrath, i could be in Scooch and about to become a laughing stock all around the world, i could be a member of Deal or no deals 1p club, i could be a reality tv reject, and worse yet, i could be Peter Stringfellow on the beach in a thong looking like a complete tit.(!)

A few years ago a friend and I went out on a trip to London. we are both keen photographers, and thiugh it an ideal oportunity to get a few nice shots of Big Ben, the houses of parliment, and the other sights London has to offer.
We drove down in his car, it was the middle of winter and dark by just after four, so at five or so we decided to head home.

It was very cold, and during the day there had been a small coveing of snow, and it was begining to freeze.

Before we pulled onto the motorway, my friend decided he would fill up with petrol, so we looked out for a garage, and it wasnt long before we came to one. We pulled in, he got out of the car, walked around the side and atempted to open the petrol cap.

It had frozen shut. We both took turns at it, but it wasnt going to budge, what were we to do? Whilst we thought about it I payed a visit to the Gents, only to come back and find my friend attempting to un freeze the petrol cap with a cigarette lighter!

'What the Hell are you doing?' I cried running across the petrol station.

'Trying to open it.' he said. 'Thaw it out.'

'Fu ng Petrol.' I yelled , inanley waving my arms about. 'What are you trying to do. Kill us?'

He looked at me and frowned, looked back to the flame by his hand, back to me again, then back to the flame. I made some sort of gesture that said, 'hello.....flame, petrol.'

Finaly it twiged, he let out a loud gasp, dispensed with the flame and cried 'shit!'

The reason i bring this up now is this. About half an hour ago he phoned me and asked if i fancied a trip out over the bank holiday weekend. our last encounter rushed sprang instantly to mind.I declined his offer.

There has to be more to life than working every day. Has to be.

work is over for another day, the sun is out and i have a bottle of rum at home waiting for me. bliss!