Life could not better be.

One was reminiscing the other day, and of course, no reminiscence of mine could possibly be complete without one of my favourite films being remembered. So I would like to introduce "The Court Jester".

Ah yes, I hear you dear English friends sigh... "What a typically Danny film", but I pay no heed to ya! I luuurve old, bad quality, grainy, corny, burst-into-over-dramatic-song movies, and nothing anybody says will ever change that. And this is my blog so I get to put what I damn well like on it, so...HA! I know my sisters will appreciate this..;well, maybe some of my sisters. I very much hope Jo and Naomi will anyhow. And you too Jill, and also Shelly. And I know Dorit will, although I know you will "tsk tsk" at my bad language, and the old movie comment! (Put that in specially to irritate you, teehee!)

"The Court Jester" is however HILARIOUS, with lotsa jabs at past English traditions, and many, many, MANY songs, it being a musical an all. I strongly urge y'all to check it out on the film bar, on the right of this post, or even better, buy and watch it!

(Its labelled "Life could not better be", and all the clips are all equally funny.)

Remember to leave a comment, as I fear I'm fast becoming a comment junky!

Yadayadayada...

Greetings! I am aware that I have not updated for a long long time, and I am sorry. I have tried, but the simple reason is that I haven't really had much worth writing a post about!
As depressing as it is to admit, that my life holds very few distinctions, I have had two, three or maybe more high points recently.
I cant help but find small things amusing, and I'm quite sure that everyone does,( unless of course your a depressed and pessimistic individual, who finds nothing and nobody funny.) Apologies, I diverse.

Anyway, the first; on the way to Tønsberg one evening, Me and Sophia passed a group of bearded Muslim men, on what looked like a pilgrimage/ serious trek/ backpacking trip.
Of course we honked at them. I love honking my horn at random individuals. Its just hilarious to see their reactions! Some jump a mile high, some pretend to recognise you, some just look peed off:) On the way back though, four hours later, we passed them again, just entering Horten this time! Of course we had to beep at them again. I felt slightly guilty after doing so, as I noticed a rather frail, white bearded grandpa Muslim, trudging along a few metres behind the rest of the group.Ja men, moral of the story, do not waste your time on trudging anywhere, particularly if your pilgrimage is to a destination within Norway.

OK, second; Me and Ben baked scones. Yes, it is rather bewildering to me as well how that ended up as my highlight for the week. But it was. And I think it was something to do with the hysterical giggles that issued from Ben's mouth as he surveyed his hands,and actually his entire exterior covered in dough and flour.
Also, I'm running out of stories to tell, as Ben needs to hear one at least every ten minutes, so I ended up trying to tell the story of "The Princess and the Pea." He promptly ended my storytelling with the line " So the princess peed in her buksers." Brilliant, your an idiot, lol!

Thirdly;... (this was not a high point, let me forklære, but it was memorable.)
I got my first parking ticket! Yes, I am ashamed, but only in Norway can you get a ticket that says "1 hour and therein", be ten minutes late and get fined 600k. *Sighs* New Zealand is fast becoming a distant dream.

But, now I feel terrible for mocking Norway so much. It is a very good country really, and many people are very grateful for the brown cheese, nugatti, fish balls and Vikings.
So here is a little mock on England, which is absolutely true, making it all the funnier!

Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then travelling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows on a Japanese TV. And the most British thing of all? Suspicion of anything foreign.

Oh and...... Only in Britain... can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance.

Only in Britain... do supermarkets make sick people walk all the way to the back of the shop to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.

Only in Britain.. do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries and a DIET coke.

Only in Britain... do banks leave both doors open and chain the pens to the counters.

Only in Britain.. do we leave cars worth thousands of pounds on the drive and lock our junk and cheap lawn mower in the garage.

31 Brits have died since 1996 by watering their Christmas tree while the fairy lights were plugged in.

18 Brits had serious burns in 2000 trying on a new jumper with a lit cigarette in their mouth.

A massive 543 Brits were admitted to A&E in the last two years after opening bottles of beer with their teeth.

I am proud to be British! (We might be British but heck we're funny!!)

Although I would love to, I cannot claim to have written that. The end. Don't forget to leave a comment please.

Wedding bells!

Bad picture but great sisters!

Haha, sorry Dorit, but you did tell me to upload my pictures!

This is Dorry and Mary trying to express externally how much fun they were having.

Best buds! Missin ya already honey!

Caleb Savage... also havin a good time.

Que for the ladies room. We became known as 'The ladies of the stairwell.'

The happy couple, Sam and Felicity French. Congratulations:)

Nathan and Nichole.

What an AWESOME wedding car!!

(Not a bad model either, lol)

Ze fest!

This is a bit sad really, but... I really miss english roads!

Becky Snowball, Rachel and Verity Thewlis. Lovely lasses.

Ellie Pope and Hiedi Jordan! Some real sweethearts!

Abi, Emily, Dorry and Ilona.

(Dorry, you really are everywhere!)

Henriette, from Eiker. One terrific gal!

This weekend I was back in my homeland, for Sam and Filly's wedding (as I'm sure you gathered.) It was a splendid weekend, and really a lot more than just a good time!

The first day was mainly a mission to remember the long list of things I had to do, and a lot of it was also spent in looking for and forgetting to buy batteries for my camera as I wanted to post some pics. By the time the wedding march had started to play, I had given up, and just decided to relax and enjoy the excellent, if not slightly long winded vows of an english wedding ceremony. Managed to snap a few shots from the day though, when the batteries I did have decided that they were not entirely flat.

The bride was sublime, the bridesmaids duely inferior in appearance, the aunt tried to cry and the groom was literally transformed by happiness.

(Just have to note that the above is a quote, and I couldnt possibly take any credit for its brilliance.)

Its strange but every time I return to England, and am flying over our patchwork quilt of a country, green and beautiful, speckled with spider webs of light, I get such a happy feeling and I know I'm home and start to feel quite patriotic again. Then I get out and its raining!

Seriously though, on the way to Taunton this weekend, I realised the beauty of our roads. So many cars creating a river of traffic snaking through the rolling countryside. The word me an Dorit decided summed up England in a nutshell is 'colourful'! Truly though, from the heart of my bottom, I do love England. It may be rough and ugly and quite imperfect but I still love it. And I love the friends within it. Filly said this weekend that she felt that everyone in England was her friend, and that is exactly how I feel too. And that really is an encouraging thought!

(Sorry, quoting again.)