Dramatis Personae

It’s occurred to me that the passing visitor to this blog might wonder who the various characters to whom I make passing reference might be. In fact regular readers have asked who is who from time to time. So, for clarification, here’s a provisional cast list, which is subject to change and amendment, and has been organised alphabetically for ease:

(I expect I shall add to this list from time to time)

Arky-ologee Club

Lenham Archaeology Society. It’s probably not (quite) as bad as I describe it. It does have its highlights, but there’s no denying that scrubbling in the dirt for bits of broken pot is an acquired taste. I’ve not been there for years – it’s possibly now gone tits up.

Astro Club

Ashford Astronomical Society. Was bloody excellent once, but like everything in my life the novelty eventually wore off. Nowadays it is the ideal place to go to be ignored if you aren’t part of the “in- crowd”.

Charlie

Acquired grandson. He's a good lad.

Chip
The sobriquet of Chipworthy Chippington O'Lata; so named due to his resemblance of a fragment of potato. Ignore any other tales of the origin of his alias. I was there...

Chodbin

The bin in which one deposits chods. Also known as "Trap One", it's somewhere where I often hide when my time could (and should) be more constructively employed elsewhere. The place can actually be "checked into" on Facebook should you find yourself transmitting to the internet from my lavatory.

“Daddies Little Angel ^TM ”

The most recent fruit of my loin. Can be a tad loud occasionally. Seems to collect animals, and is less than respectful about the world around her in her occasional blogging.

‘er indoors ^TM

The darling wife of thirty-three years. Not quite as wide in the arse department as once she was. She used to blog too

Fudge

My first grand-dog. Named either for what he looks like or what he does (in copious quantities).
Was once the dog of “My Boy ^TM ” ; he now lives with his Grandad.

Gordon Tracy

An advocate of hunting Tupperware who seems to have spent an awful lot of his time up trees when he is not in rivers
After a protracted illness he died in the spring of 2020

Kite Club

Brighton Kite Fliers. OK – so Brighton is sixty miles away. But they are the best kite club in the south east, and probably in the entire UK. But like everything in my life the novelty eventually wore off

Lacey

My granddaughter. Not entirely sure she approves of me. She likes and loves her old grandad... but approval...? Much like her mother and father in that respect.

“My Boy ^TM ”

The first fruit of my loin. Doesn’t blog, but twits occasionally.

MyFitnessPal

A diet website. It worked for me more than once.

Other Dog

So named because I can't pronounce his name (Buster). Or so I told my oldest grand-son. He died in the summer of 2017.

I cried.

Pogo

My youngest grand-dog and brother of Treacle. He is “Daddy’s Little Angel ^TM ”'s hound, but does have prolonged holidays with us not just because he gets travel sick

Rear Admiral

An associate who has only recently overcome his fear of maggots and fish.

Sid

My grand-pug. Spends most of his time with “Daddy’s Little Angel ^TM ” when not having gastric difficulties over my kitchen floor. Now had far less teeth than once he had.

"Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction ^TM"

Hereditary grandson. The name is something of a clue here. Takes after his mother (which I see as karma)

The Man with No Alias (Patent Pending)

A particularly loyal reader who had bookmarked this blog on his phone. However he has no alias. If any other readers have a spare one, they might care to allow him to hire it on holidays and high days

Treacle

The puppy of "er indoors ^TM". So why is it me she bites?  

Undercrackers

What post people call "pants". Washing them seems to take up an inordinate amount of my time.