Take the women's football semi-final and I'm not talking here about the brilliant win over Sweden but the fact that a little girl was seen dancing in the crowd. Ok it was cute but national news? There must have been thousands of youngsters dancing at that match. That's what youngsters do at such events.
But suddenly the search is on for this little girl and no doubt she will be dubbed the spirit of Ladies Euros 2022, appear on numerous national programmes like The One Show and get free tickets and hospitality for the final and will probably get to meet the players and just because she did what thousands of others were doing but got caught on camera. I'm not saying this is wrong and shouldn't happen but thought it a point worth making.
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I'm just preparing my bid to have the 2023 Eurovision Song Contest held in Hethersett. We have a new community pavilion being built and plenty of outdoor space around it. Seems a no brainer to me. Why go to London, Liverpool, Manchester, Glasgow or Cardiff when you can come to good old Norfolk?
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Who likes Semolina? Probably not a lot of people.
I belong to a number of Facebook groups including the intriguingly named "When Great Yarmouth was really great."
So a couple of days ago I posted something from one of my more bizarre jobs when I was working for Norfolk Police. It was the day Great Yarmouth buildings got sprayed with semolina. I kid you not. This isn't a wind up. Local buildings and house had their windows caked with the stuff and of course if your windows are caked with semolina it turns to a somewhat sticky mess when you try to wash it off. But the upside is you might get a bowl of dessert out of it. I can't remember how this happened or what part I played in the policing of it but I will see if I get any posts. I can only assume there was a problem at the semolina making factory (something like an explosion) and the wind was in the wrong direction
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Saw a sign in a car park yesterday in one are which said "small cars only." Who defines what is and what isn't a small car.
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As I've said before it's a holi holiday.
Just a local jaunt this time. Well 450 miles actually to Cornwall and then on to the Silly Isles - sorry that should read the Isles of Scilly.
So we set off from Norfolk at 6:15 and, over nine hours later, found ourselves in Penzance where the Pirates live tiddly om pom pom. Did I ever mention my dislike of Gilbert and Sullivan which will get me on the wrong side of many people?
We did the journey with just two stops. The first at a welcome break to arrange a mortgage to fill up the car and then a bank loan to pay for the coffee.
I have a love hate relationship with service stations. Sometimes they are a necessary evil. The one we stopped at somewhere around Birmingham, and don't forget when the Commonwealth Games start that it's a Brum Ting, was small and relatively pleasant.
The road to Cornwall was paved with gold. Sorry I meant that it seemed to go on forever. At least for once there were no traffic jams. Second stop was for lunch at a farm shop near Oakhampton.
It was lunch but not as we know it. The girl on the till was new and panicking. My meal came but the other three-quarters sat waiting for her steak pastie. She waited and waited and twice we asked where it was. Eventually like buses two came along at once. One was large and one was small. We opted for the large which is probably what we paid for anyway.
We had to take a small diversion due to an accident but arrived at our b and b in good time and in plenty of time to look round Penzance and have a pint.
So we were sitting outside the front of this pub when we heard somebody behind us greet a friend with the immortal words "are you alright" which should be pronounced "aah yer ooorright". Only Norfolk people use this phrase.
I was earwigging into their conversation when I heard one of them say I hate Norwich or something like that. Steady on I said leaning back and trying to look menacing. That's where we live. Turns out this guy was in the RAF in Norfolk. We didn't progress the chat any further.
After a good look round Penzance we had fish and chips on the prom. Eleven bits of scampi so it passed my scampi test. Problem is a lot of fish and chip shops now put vinegar and salt on for you. The result here was too much salt and not enough vinegar. Sensible thing is to take your own sachets and ask them not to put any on.
Penzance was quite interesting in a sort of six out of 10 kind of way. There was a really nice sub tropical garden where many of today's photos come from. Hope you enjoy them.
There were some rather weird people around. Yes even more weird than me. There was one fairly elderly guy on the prom prom prom diddly on pom pom who I can only describe as doing Tai Che on roller skates moving in a floaty kind of way whilst listening on headphones, or maybe he was an actor learning lines in a rather strange way.
In the evening, we walked to Newlyn which could be best described as a quaint fishing village. Mind you around here they don't take any prisoners. Quite a few pubs and restaurants had signs pretty much saying. "We open when we feel like it and we close when we feel like it and if you don't like it tough." Another virtually said "we don't take bookings. If you want to eat here queue up along the pavement and we will get you a table if we don't decide to shut."
Tomorrow it's off to the very silly isles.