
More about this in another post, but this is why I couldn’t be at the Norwich Beer Festival, as my best mate Liam and I were busy being brave……


More about this in another post, but this is why I couldn’t be at the Norwich Beer Festival, as my best mate Liam and I were busy being brave……


I thought that this was a really fitting and thoughtful thing to do that I saw in a Government press release.
The two bodies of the two men were discovered together in what appeared to be a shell hole during the renovation of a cycle path in an area fought over during the Third Battle of Ypres (Passchendaele) in October 1917. Their remains couldn’t be identified due to a lack of distinguishing artefacts, but evidence confirmed their respective nationalities. I’m not sure how, I assume parts of clothing or similar, but the authorities thought it would be a tribute to have them buried together.
The Rev. Mark Nightingale led the service and I rather liked his words:
“It is a privilege to participate in this burial. As we lay to rest two unknown soldiers, one British and one German, we begin to glimpse the peace and reconciliation that God offers us. By honouring their sacrifice in this service, we ultimately realise that in God’s eyes, there are no enemies, only people who are known to him by name.”
I wonder what the two men would have thought about being buried alongside each other, I like to think that they would have thought it was a fitting tribute.

As to what’s this doing here….

Of no great relevance, but a minor piece of social history from January 2013 and a two piece variety meal.


My laptop has failed which is highly sub-optimal, so my two loyal blog readers might face a delay in reading my riveting posts until the matter is resolved….
NB, the image is AI generated, not my actual laptop….

Credit for this one to Family Tree Magazine, but they noted that on this 1911 census form that the occupation of the housewife has been listed as “spends my money”. George Henry Mousell, a transport clerk, lived at 17 Clifford Gardens in Kensal Rise, London, and goodness knows if his wife, Lucy Mousell, ever saw this. [I originally posted this in November 2020, but have reposted it to fix the broken image link].


I really like this story, which is that the oldest person in the world is a lady from Surrey who is 115 years old and 253 days. The element that intrigues me the most is:
“Ms Caterham was born on 21 August 1909 and is the last surviving subject of Edward VII.”
There is just one person in the world who was alive when King Edward VII (1841-1910) was Monarch, I think that’s really quite something. Mind you, given my healthy diet and how I treat my body as a temple, I wouldn’t be surprised if I live just as long.

I know I’ve posted about these (several times), but I think I’m on the verge of becoming addicted to them. One day maybe Muller will stop passing UK customers off with Frijj drinks and it will move these decadent delights across…. And not only do they give British customers a worse product, but they put it in a smaller bottle than the Poles get. Not that I go on about this a lot, although I suspect I’ll post again in about six months.


I will confess that even I’m getting annoyed at the adverts on my blog, which is just because I let Google choose the best placement. Anyway, there are evidently too many and I’ve worked out the settings that stop the ads from interrupting the flow of my beautiful text. I think I might have a celebratory beer later to mark this event and here’s a photo of the cat I liked in Athens that Richard wouldn’t put in his suitcase to bring back. Also, no-one else commented on the interrupting ads, so many thanks to everyone for their patience.