February 17, 2014

Where Are You Now? Lyle, February

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A new(ish) month, a new contract. It’s becoming a bit of a theme – although this one is apparently taking me through to at least April, probably longer. So I’ll have to find other things to photograph from next month…

Anyway, new office – and the forecourt has a fantastic tree, surrounded by crocuses (crocii, I know) and snowdrops, which at least makes it look like Spring may just be on the way.

cup_tree

Lyle
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Where Are You Now? asta, February

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England is awash, America’s east coast is still frantically battling successive onslaughts of ice and snow while the west is a dust bowl and Quebec, is….Quebec. The plow’s been by four times in the past 48 hours, I’ve shovelled the walkway twice and D has taken three turns at rearranging it all. This is winter and by now I have only the dimmest of sense memories left of what sun warm feels like.
I’ve been out getting groceries and running errands. It’s a typical dull Saturday and as I drive by the empty cornfields near to where we live I see one of the local boys in a bit of trouble.

Fieldside Assistance

Fieldside Assistance


I can’t stand these machines, but they’re everywhere. I’ll admit they’re handy when the roads are impassable, but we all have snow tires. The roads are never impassable. Well, hardly ever. Snowshoes. I’m going to get myself some snowshoes when my knee gets fixed. I’ve lost track of the number of sentences I’ve uttered with’when my knee gets fixed’. It’s become a mantra.A prayer.

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  • Bernard is welcome to all of ours, we are through with it. - asta
  • Look at all that snow! It looks beautiful, but I'm glad I don't have to live with it. Bern... - Karen
February 15, 2014

Where are you now? Annie, February

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kings place
Hello Uborkans!

Uborka was the first blog I ever stumbled across on the internet, and everyone was so bright and funny, so warm and welcoming, it encouraged me to start my own. So it was great to find Uborka is still alive and kicking.

Today I am (I was) at Pangolin, London, with some of my fellow art students. It is a sculpture gallery in King’s Place, bang next to the fancy new Guardian building on York Way. King’s Cross has changed out of recognition in recent years, from rough around the edges, clubbers, streetwalkers and junkies, to high class concert venue, high speed rail and highly expensive art college (St Martins).

More generally, I’ve started studying art in college (not St Martins) in my fifth decade, which shows you’re never too old to start again. Hurray!

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February 14, 2014

Cock Tales

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Roses are dead / Violets are too / Cards are printed on dead wood / Valentines is poo

So here we are, Singles Night at Bar Uborka (Ubarka?)  We’d thought about an Al Capone theme-night, but I couldn’t think of the right rhymes.

Anywayyyyy.

Sevitz (the Birthday Boy) is after an Old Fashioned, which is being served alongside the Grumpy Old Man that Asta bought for him.

Pockless is on pints (although he didn’t specify the drink, so it could just be water – who knows?) while writing ropy rhymes around the entire Valentine’s Day phenomenon. I think he’d be better off sticking to illustrations, to be honest.

Karen’s drinking Perfect Storms, and graybo‘s been writing about them while drinking dry martinis (the only dry thing around here at the moment) and stealing sentiments from cartoons in the Telegraph. Shocking behaviour all round.

And speaking of shocking, Asta has asked for a stiffy between the sheets. Which is appropriate to the day, I suppose, if not the family nature of this ‘ere blog. Disgraceful wench that she is.

Meanwhile, Gammidgy disappeared into pandering to our questions about pandas while drinking another nondescript/nondefined pint. I suspect it should be a Panda Beer, but these things are never black and white.

Pigwotflies has asked for something chocolatey and rummy – although with her recently announced news, I’m not sure that rummy goes well with mummy at this moment in time. (Oh God, the rhyming, make it stop)

And I’m still drinking the old Kamikazes, so there may be a maudlin and sentimental rhyme at some point later on. I won’t guarantee it, because I may be too typed to piss – tell will time.

And that’s VD over with for another year. Next time take penicillin – it’s less painful than doing this stuff!

Lyle

Bar’s Open

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It’s the 14th Feb, so it should be all hearts and flowers today.  However, I’m your barman today, so that may change. Last time I ran a bar on Valentine’s Day, we ran a singles night. Busiest bar in town.

Anyway, we’re under starters orders – order your drinks with the optional extra of a “Roses are Red” couplet.

My starter for ten

Roses are crap,

Violets are shite

Chuck it all on the fire

They look better alight

Orders please…

Lyle
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  • Some thumbs are up Some thumbs are down I hit the like button And yet I still frown - Pockless
  • Roses are easy, Violet's a hunt, Florists stock all of it Now, what rhymes with hunt? ... - Lyle
  • It's one of those days where I feel the need for a 'like' button on uborka. But we don't w... - Karen
  • The sky is grey The weather's crap You're warm and snuggly Let's go nap ;-) I'd like... - Pigwotflies
  • Relax, everyone. Karen just lowered the bar again. Some bars are high Some bars are lo... - Pockless