Husband/Partner of the Year Awards

Starting off the competition for Husband/Partner of the year.
Honorable Mention goes to the United kingdom.



Followed closely by the United States.




And then Poland.


3rd. Place has to go to Greece.



2nd. Place goes to Serbia.


The Winner of this year- is the Irish
You got to love the Irish.


Look, He is even holding Her hand. How Romantic is that.

Toilet Seat Humour-Do you leave yours "Up or Down"?

This is another Mars and Venus issue in the Home. I have been well trained. I always leave it down after the fact. It is one less thing that I can get in trouble for.

Changing the Canadian Currency

Darned clever, Bravo Canada! IMHO ( If it would only happen.) LOL

Perhaps America and Europe should consider changing their currencies too.

Due to the global war on terrorism, many terrorist organizations have had their finances frozen. Consequently, they have resorted to counterfeiting.

The Canadians have decided to redesign their currency to prevent the radical Muslims from even touching it! It is also hoped that this will have a positive effect on tourism. Due to the strength of the Canadian Dollar.







Muslim terrorists have to kill themselves if they see a naked woman, the Canadians always find the solution! Must be the pure water up here in the North. EH!

Who, does this picture remind you of and why?

Reminds me of someone, who really doesn't like Guinness after the 3rd pint. Leaves more for me to enjoy.

Reminds me of Jean Cretin, who saw Paul Martin in his house with his Inuit Carving.



Please share your thoughts.

Is this the reason they outlawed Fox Hunting?

Takes the term "Hunting Vermin" to new lows.

Tales from the Friary-Misadventures of a Chip Monk

This is a picture of the Alnmouth Friary from the road side.

I like to start with how I arrived here in the first place. After the Isle of Wight Festival. I met up with one of the chaps I came over to the UK with in Trafalgars Square. He happened to have 2 First Class Rail Passes given to him from two Priests, He met at the Festival who were from the Community of the Resurrection in Mirfield. So Michele and I headed to the nearest Train Station which happened to be across the road at Charring Cross I believe. Well we got on board First Class and when the conductor came, thought he was going to have a fit. Here are two shaggy and miskempt Hippies sitting in a first class compartment drinking wine from a bottle in a brown paper bag. So after we showed him our tickets, he calmed down a little. Until we asked him when will we get to Scotland. ( Now I never considered myself a Hippy. As I was not fat around the Ass. I was a Yippie ( having fun and games). I became a Hippy once I reached an older age and was no longer a size 28 waist.)

Well, you thought we were asking him for money or something.( I realize that Ek would have been a proper Gentleman. and gladly given us the correct information). He called us a bunch of &&*& and %##@# Bloody Yanks. That we were on the wrong F@#@$%$g Train as we were going South not North. I complained to the Station master and we got some free food tokens.

So we went south for a while until the train stopped and then Busked outside of the station until the next train back to Charring Cross Station. From there we went up to north London and got on at Euston Station or something and Headed to Scotland. It was fun traveling first class, no one wanted to sit in the compartment with us which was fine. Never did figure it out!

Every-time, we changed trains we went out to busk for our dinner and ect. We went as far north as we could; to Wick. Our plan was to go as far north as we could and then as far south in Cornwall in the time frame of 4 or 5 days as that was all the time left on our passes. We did get waylaid for a day in Inverness as we stopped to watch a Beatles movie at the local theatre with two american lassies.

When we got back in the train and were heading back to England. As we crossed the border into Northhumberland, it was almost 12 midnight and the tickets were running out fast. The only address we had was the Alnmouth Friary, why we had that no one knows or remembers to this day.( I used this argument as a Divine sign for me to train as a Priest.) So we got out at Alnwick and walked the 4 or so miles to Alnmouth. Knocked on the door in the middle of the night and one of the Brothers who was called Damian answered and let us in for the night.

The next day we were ushered into Father Edward's Office and asked why we showed up. I think they wanted to get rid of us right away. Michele wanted to leave so he did and came back a week or so later. I told them I wanted to become a Friar that I felt God was calling me to the life and I really did at the time.

Anyway I got a reprieve for a few days and Michele was allowed to stay for awhile longer. A few days later Father Michael who Head of the Order just happened to show up and he was very happy to have a young person join as a Novice. One of the Brothers Damien ( we were both studying to become Priests. He was far more studious than me although he made good wine. I was kind of the partying sort and not very good at keeping all my vows.) to be fair I did keep the vow of poverty very well as I had no money but the Life Vows of Obedience and Chastity. Went out the window. As I did on more than one occasion at the All Girls Teacher Training College in Alnwick.

Where I was sent to work 2 days a week and with the local schools on behalf of the Friary. Being a younger person, who played guitar albeit not very well , I was working with the youth of the area. Michele and Larry came up quite often to stay at the Friary to visit and when they were there came along as well . We got a lot of requests from the Toc H and Various Church Youth Groups to get involved with the inner city kids. So much so, that I was away most weekends. A lot of money was going back to the Friary unknown to us as a kind of free will offering. Michele and Larry were able to move in for the Winter Season.

Damian ( who later became a Priest and the Head of the S S.F.) explained that to me one day, as most of the Brother's wanted me out but the accounts were good; so put up with me for awhile longer. I even got a small allowance each week, it was spent on the good stuff and beer.

To try and curb my lack of decorum. I was put in charge of cutting down dead tree's on the Duke of Norfolk's Land and collecting the Sea Coal washed up on the beach after storms to heat the Friary. You can imagine a silly little fellow in his robes up to his waist sometimes, in the North Sea. Dragging in chunks of Coal and breaking them up with sledge hammers. I was in my element; outside, away from the Brothers and able to have a spot of fun at the same time. Larry and Michele came with me as my helpers when they were around. By the time I left the Friary at Alnmouth. They had enough wood and coal stored up for 3 or 4 years. I do miss the Pub's as I used to sneak down quite often and play my guitar and sing for free drinks. Then stagger back up the hill and try not to get caught by Father Edward or any of the Brothers. I was moved to the Annex, as far away from the rest of them as possible with the Borstal Boys. Who had to live at the Friary or go to jail if they didn't. I was supposed to be an example to them. Yah right! I did have my own key to the doors. It was just further temptation which I succumbed. I was to make sure they were all accounted for each night and keep an eye on them. Which I did; down at the Pub.

I was invited one night to the Duke of Norfolk's Game Keepers home on the Estate. One of his daughter's went to the Teacher's Training School. ( You get the picture). The parents finally did too!! I had probably one of my best meals for a long time as on Friday's, it was Oxfam Day in those days. You only got dry toast , soup and Marmite (UGHHHHH) and left overs from the day before. Money saved went to help the starving children in the missions.

So to have meat and to be able to talk at supper was a real treat. I had 3 too many glasses of wine and was asked how I enjoyed the meal. I grew up in a very sarcastic household; the order of the day was to insult everyone at home as that is what we did and still do.

I told the Lady , that the meal was almost edible. She went ballistic.

In my household that was a compliment. I was never invited back again. Go figure. Women, no sense of humour !!!!!

My days at the Friary were now well and truly numbered. The indiscretions pilled up and finally got back to the Father Guardian who couldn't turn the other cheek and I had to go. ( I will carry on with a few more tales from the Friary in my next blog.) Playing poker in the Crypt, Game eye at the dinnner table, Drinking with the Borstal boys, Getting stuck in the belfry, fire on the hillside at Guys Fawkes Night. Only a few of my many Mis-Adventures at the SSF. I really wanted to be a Friar but ended up the Chip Monk instead.

Valentine's Day- Kool 96.5fm Hfx Nova Scotia

This will be the first year that we have actually bothered to do something different or special on Valentine's Day. Not that we are not romantic. Just after the first year. When I bought a skimpy outfit for someone to wear. Thought I was smooth found out I only bought it for me and not the love of my life. Who bye the way never wore it. ( and neither did I).

You tend to learn by mistakes. I am still in the learning process. Well, it has been 25 years this Valentine Day since we first met.

Further update, we just got a call from the radio station and they will be talking to us live on wednesday at 7:50 am our time. I wonder how I will put my foot in it then. As I will be half a sleep and really do not have much in the way of Tact and Diplomacy.

We have been very happily married for over 20 years.

So thanks to Kool96.5fm radio here in Halifax. We will be renewing our vows along with 95 other couples. Live on the airways on Valentine's Day at 9.00 am our time; and 1pm in the UK and 8pm in Cambodia. So listen in and give us your thoughts. Wish you were here Merms; both G. and myself would love to have you here with us, it will not be the same without you.

Their link is url : http://www.planetkool.ca/

Now if I could figure out how to actually put the link so when you press it you get transferred to the proper page. Perhaps someone can explain how this works?

Busking at the Victoria and Albert Museum

Years ago after I was asked to leave the Order of ST. Francis of Assisi ( Church of England). I went down to London to see the Queen, just like Dick Whittington. But Instead of being Lord Mayor, I lived in a cardboard box in and around Covent Gardens. I guess my down fall as a religious came from being asked to work with an all Girls Teachers College in Alnwick. I was as keen to get out of the "Habit" as they were to get into my "Habit". The only vow I could keep was "poverty" as "chasity and obiedence" went out the door. Hey I kept one!!!!

I then met up with some Aussies and Kiwis and went to stay behind the Kensington Olympia. We all were working for a Temp. Agency who hired us to deliver mail for GKN Sanky during the Postal Strike in 70. We used to have a pipe full in the morning afternoon and several times in the evening. It was very surprising that we delivered any mail at all. Got to see a lot of London from one side to the other.

On weekends I used to go Busking in the Underground or in the West End. One Saturday, I ended up in South London outside of the Victorian and Albert Museum. So as I had no idea where I was or why I was here I opened my guitar case and started to play on the street corner. I must of looked rather weird to most people. Standing out in the cold in sandals and my monks robes of brown and my Friars cape with its little hood. Long Hair in Braids and I was told peacock feathers in my hair. I must of stole them from a local Hari Krishna Shrine. I was making a lot of money, a couple of pounds then which would set me up for a day or two in beer and food.

I remember being forced to move by the local security or Bobbies , so I moved up around the corner. And started to play once again to my delight anyways. It was around then that this rather large Class A bus stopped about 20 feet from where I stood. The engine didn't want to start and the noise coming from the motor was awful. Not nearly as bad as the fowl language coming from inside the bus. Eventual some long hair chaps got out of the bus, with several joints in their mouths. I asked if I could have a toke or 6. As we were enjoying the last of the smoke one of the guys asked me if I knew anything about fixing starter motors. I said no. But I can say a prayer in Latin. So They let me pray over the bus. I leaned my hands on the bus , more for support at that moment than for religious reasons. I mumbled some prayer and sang some Gregoiran Chant I knew from the Friary.

Lo and behold the damn bus started. The guys turned around to me and asked me if I knew how to play rythmn and blues. I answered I have only being playing for a few months. If it was "A" "B" D7" "G" and "E". I could do that. So I was ushured onto the bus full of other musicians. I was now part of a Rock Band without even playing a note. I found out later that day that the guys were Deleany of Deleany and Bonnie and his band members. John Mayall, Steve Katz from Blood Sweat and Tears and a young Mick Taylor and later on I got to play with Eric Clapton as well( several weeks later). I never was very good but looked cool and sang very well so they put up with me. We were off to Maidenhead ( someplace that direction anyways) to do an outdoor concert. Where I got to play my beat up old Martin and sang melody on the stage with the rest of the band. The band members later became part of the Dominos for Derick and the Dominos.