Oxfordshire

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What a lovely shire, and the epitome of Merry England. Here are some more snaps taken from near the location of the recent Hello/OK private function.

An excellent inn, and one which knows how to serve a perfect MGT.

An extremely old barn.

A nice pile. Worth a bob or two, I should think.

This is the centre of a typical small, market town, with origins in the Middle Ages.

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Hello/OK Private function part 2

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Blogger seems to be in a bit of a tizz today. However, here goes for some more snaps from the recent Hello/OK Private function.









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Hello/OK Private function

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Well I never! The hush hush tour continues, this time down to Oxon/Berks, where I attended a lovely private 'do' along with numerous rather beautiful people.

Working backwards, here are some of the remains (rather impressive for one night, don't you think?):



And a selection of the beautiful people who attended:











More next time, otherwise there are likely to be problems with Blogger.

Now I'm off to the far far north.

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Louisiana

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Here are some more snaps from Louisiana. What a nice place it is.

I was taken to a 'ball game'. This is a most confusing game, with incomprehensible rules. As far as I could make out, the bowler is allowed to throw the ball with a bent arm. I was almost evicted for shouting "No ball!", until this rule was explained to me, and I explained that I was a visitor. When a batsman is caught out, that is the end of his team's innings, not merely his own. There are more than two innings. A friendly local explained more of the rules, and it did appear to be a wonderful game - I imagine more so, when one understands what is happening. Not really a patch on cricket for excitement, though.


I also attended a race meeting.


After betting on the bay, here I am, counting my winnings.


It is frighteningly easy to buy guns in Louisiana.


The pool at my residence.


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The Deep South

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I finally managed to locate myself - about 7km from Schiphol. Thank goodness for that. A rather unpleasant experience for a while, and I put it down to the hash brownies I bought in town the other night when peckish, which didn't seem to mix well with contents of the mini bar (which has since been restocked). In fact, the mini bar is computer controlled. I did not realise this, and examined each item in turn before reading that removing them from the fridge meant that they had been, in effect, purchased. Well, I dare say they would have been consumed sooner or later.

'Doordepurt', I gather, is local slang for, words to the effect of, 'sacre bleu!'.

I bought each of the charming girls from Reception a large bouquet of flowers to make up for any faux pas which I may have made after the footers.

Now I need to catch up with snaps from my previous location, somewhere in the 'Deep South'. And I must say that the hospitality of everyone in Louisiana was absolutely wonderful.

Local law requires that a casino should be on a boat. But apparently there is no law to say that that boat must be in the water. Most peculiar.

The next snap shows a wonderful location for a repast.


I say! One never knows what will find hanging from ceilings in shops in America. In Chicago I saw an upside down cow, and here is an aeroplane.


The sport of kings.

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Where am I?

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Reception appears to be giving me a wide berth after last night, and I am no nearer finding out my location.

Here is a snap of my room.



And a snap taken from outside the hotel.



If anyone recognises either of these, please let me know. Its almost certainly Holland.

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Calling home

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There seems to be a little problem with phoning Kalimbuka at the moment. Yesterday the lines were down, I believe, and today, no answer. So, Doviko, I expect you are monitoring this, and I grant you permission to report back via a Comment on this blog.

Well, I must say, it was very sad news about F.S Trueman. His life innings, ended on 75 today. One of England's best fastest bowlers, and he would have been saddened to watch the bowling today in the one-day match.

I must also say, how wonderful the hospitality was in Chicago. What hospitable people, and so very friendly.

Some final snaps from that city, and as Lee Ann knew, the name 'windy' came from the vociferous nature of its inhabitants, and not as Hotboy guessed, due to excessive gas in their digestive tracts.

The front entrance area of the Hyatt Hotel. A very large establishment, requiring a detailed map to find one's way.


Downtown.




Downtown at night.


Must dash. Apparently there's a game of football this afternoon.

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