The other day I heard the old Scaffold song on the radio which is simply called “Thank You Very Much”. The song is basically a list of things which we should be thankful for like, the birds and the bees, the family circle, the Sunday joint, our cultural heritage, being fat, the union jack, nursery thymes – the list is endless. However there is one line in the song which had me baffled; “Thank you very much for the Aintree Iron.” I have no idea what the Aintree Iron is but I have the feeling that I should do.
So as you will all know, yesterday was Father’s Day. The time of the year when children honour their father and celebrate fatherhood, paternal bonds and the influence of fathers in society. In Catholic Europe, it has been celebrated on 19th March (St Joseph’s Day) since the Middle Ages. This celebration was passed by the Spanish and Portuguese to Latin America, where 19th March is often still used to this day. Some American countries have adopted the US date which is the third Sunday in June. It is celebrated on various days in many parts of the world, most commonly in the months of March, April and June. Personally, I think it is a bit wrong because there isn’t a Children’s day but then others say that every day is Children’s Day so Fathers should have this one day to themselves.
This will probably go down as the most random post in the history of Jammy Toast but here goes. I found the picture of the bird (above) on Twitter and he immediately struck me as the goofiest looking animal I had ever seen, so I thought I would post him as a Picture of The Day. Then I found out what he is and realised if I did that no one would understand the reason behind it. So let me try to explain… Many of you will know that we love our cricket here at Jammy Toast and have a keen interest in everything cricket related – but what does this have to do with a bird, I hear you ask. Let me try to explain further…
Ihave always fancied having some really interesting illness. Not something that would blight my life beyond recovery, just something to talk about at parties. You know the way people talk about their piles in mixed company or their old war wound. Alas, I was too young to go to war – apparently not being born is a good enough excuse to beat being ‘called up’ into the armed forces – so that kind of ruins my chances of having a war wound. As for piles, I will admit to probably too much food going in one end but I have never had a problem with it coming out the other end. Chimpton on the other hand – her of the healthy diet – is always constipated or producing little rabbit pellets – maybe that’s a story for another day?