But Seriously...



I’m saddened to learn that one of my favourite comedy actors of all time, Leslie Nielsen, passed away yesterday at the age of 84. He was truly the master of the deadpan...able to say absurd lines while keeping his face as straight as the Sphinx’s.

Here are just a few examples, taken from his most popular films, Airplane! (in which he played passenger Dr Rumack) and the Naked Gun series (in which he played the bumbling detective Lt Frank Drebin).

Frank: It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girl dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.
Jane: Goodyear?
Frank: No, the worst.
The Naked Gun: From the files of Police Squad, 1988



Rumack: Can you fly this plane, and land it?
Ted Striker [a qualified pilot who hasn’t flown in years]: Surely you can't be serious.
Rumack: I am serious... and don't call me Shirley.
Airplane!, 1980



Rumack: I won't deceive you, Mr. Striker. We're running out of time.
Ted Striker: Surely there must be something you can do.
Rumack: I'm doing everything I can... and stop calling me Shirley!
Airplane!, 1980


Frank: Now, Jane, what can you tell us about the man you saw last night?
Jane: He's Caucasian.
Ed: Caucasian?
Jane: Yeah, you know, a white guy. A moustache. About six-foot-three.
Frank: Awfully big moustache.
The Naked Gun: From the files of Police Squad, 1988



[Jane Spencer climbs a ladder]
Frank [standing underneath]: Nice beaver!
Jane: [producing a stuffed beaver] Thank you. I just had it stuffed.
The Naked Gun: From the files of Police Squad, 1988
 
Frank: That's the red-light district. I wonder why Savage is hanging around down there.
Ed: Sex, Frank?
Frank: Uh, no, not right now, Ed.
The Naked Gun 2½: The Smell of Fear, 1991

 
R.I.P. Shirley....I mean Leslie.

Blah, blah, blah

After bombarding you with nothing but photos for the past couple of weeks, I thought I’d put idle finger to keyboard for a change and give you some witty and spry prose instead...OK, perhaps some rambling, incoherent words randomly knocked together… don’t expect much, and you won’t be disappointed.

So what’s new in the ever exciting life of Nat? Not a whole lot to be honest... I’ve been holed up with bubonic plague, boils and pestilence a lousy head cold that has made me feel completely uninspired, very irritated and pretty much disinclined to do anything, let alone write witty and spry prose.

The dreaded lurgy has also put paid to my usual weekly exercise routine of two sessions of Aikido and one of ‘boxercise’ (with the demon Muscle Man, who was clearly a drill sergeant in a previous life). Yes, a fairly recent venture for me…basically, I pay four quid to be shouted at by Muscle Man for an hour, while I run around a chilly village hall and do squats, lunges and press-ups, drop dumbbells on my toes, question my sanity and dream of eating chocolates. And all this in the name of achieving a super svelte body (or at least trying to counteract my massive energy input with a teeny bit of output).

You see, winter has arrived with a vengeance - apparently, by the weekend we’ll be braving arctic blasts, feet of snow, icebergs and polar bear migrations to warmer climes. That’s if the weatherman is to be believed, of course. And on the topic of weathermen, our favourite forecaster, Tomasz Schafernaker (famous for Flicking-The-Bird-On-Live-TV that I wrote about here), recently fell out of favour with viewers again, this time for his rather casual attire in front of the camera. Apparently the BBC doesn't do Dress Down Days.

Rain, wind and a generally scruffy outlook

All I know is, it’s frikking freezing cold already and all I want to do is lie on the couch and stuff my face with warm, comforting, calorific food.

Gobble, gobble, gobble!

Which reminds me...

Happy Thanksgiving to all my US readers! I know that this is an important time of the year for you folks....it’s when you get together with your families and give thanks for the good things in life. Aaahhhh….warm and fuzzy feelings all round.

Slightly less warm and fuzzy feelings over on this side of the pond though…or at least in my office. You see, Thanksgiving (or more accurately the week leading up to it) invariably leads to superinflated stress levels. I’ve mentioned that I have a slightly high maintenance client in New Jersey. The week before Thanksgiving she goes into hyper drive….a vortex of energy, determined that (come hell or high water) everything WILL be completed in time for her to head off to her turkey dinner. 

Speaking of holidays, I am thrilled and delighted that Wills and Kate will be tying the knot on the 29^th April 2011. Thrilled and delighted mainly because it means that we get an extra public holiday…. one that will coincide with my South African trip next year, already cunningly arranged to fit in with the Easter and May bank holidays, meaning we get three weeks’ holiday for the price of two weeks’ leave. Meaning I will have enough days left from my 25 days annual quota to perhaps fit in another couple of trips next year :-)

 The Look of Love?

Seville Cathedral

 Capilla Mayor (main chapel)

One of many stained glass windows

 Detail of the Retablo Mayor

Chapel

Tomb of Columbus

Looking down onto the cathedral from La Giraldi

Looking down onto the cathedral from La Giraldi

Gargoyles

One of the large (and deafeningly loud) bells at the top of La Giraldi

Scenes From Seville

Torre del Oro (Tower of Gold) 
Built as a defensive lookout in 1220, the place where treasures from the New World were unloaded

Shopping district

fnac store

La Giraldi 

View from the top of La Giraldi

The Bullfighting ring, seen from the top of La Giraldi

Seville Cathedral

Seville Cathedral

Seville Cathedral

I'll post photos of the interior of the Seville Cathedral next...

Crime And Punishment

A bit of Channel hopping today…we’re back on the Isle of Wight to visit St Catherine's Oratory, a tall medieval lighthouse.

You could be forgiven for thinking that the "Pepper Pot" (as it's affectionately known), perched some 750ft above the most southerly point of the island, is a rocket. Dating from around 1328, it was erected by Walter de Godeton as an act of penance for plundering wine from the wreck of St. Marie of Bayonne in Chale Bay. 

View from the "Pepper Pot"

Chale Bay

Predated by the Roman lighthouse at Dover, the Oratory is the second-oldest lighthouse in Britain and to this day serves as a seamark. Fires lit in the roof of the tower would glow through each of the eight beacon slits to warn shipping away from the dangerous shore below. Intriguingly, the lighthouse tower is octagonal, but with a square interior.

Interior view

On the walk up to the Oratory, we had to negotiate a field of cows...

and bulls!

There is a modern St Catherine's lighthouse...not quite as interesting as the medieval version though!

Los Pueblos Blancos

Andalusia is famous for the White Villages (Los Pueblos Blancos)... the villages that try to keep cool in the long hot summer by whitewashing their houses every spring.

Many of these villages were founded by Berber tribes who settled the area during the eight centuries of Moorish presence. They were hill farmers and the land that they settled in Andalucia was similar to that which they had left behind in North Africa. Because of the constant threat of attack - the Reconquest was bound to come sooner or later - they chose sites which were high and easy to defend.

Algamitas

Setenil de la Bodegas

Possibly the most unique pueblo blanco is Setenil de las Bodegas, a town that grew out of a network of caves in the cliffs above the rio Trejo, north-west of Ronda. The blinding white houses seem to grow out of the rocks, some homes even have rock roofs and olive groves on top....

Setenil de la Bodegas

Setenil de la Bodegas

I loved exploring the steep, winding streets....

And peeking inside the beautiful, tiled hallways of the houses, with their doors left ajar...

Or sipping a drink in the traditional bars, like this one....

A world away from Sin City!

All drinks were one euro... cafe con leche (white coffee), cola or cervisia (beer)... it's a good system!

And in amongst all those white houses, the odd brightly coloured one...

All Andalusian Creatures, Great And Small

I'm a great one for recycling... glass, cardboard, paper, cans... ideas for blog posts!

So, here's the Spanish version of my earlier All Other Canadian Creatures, Great and Small....

He who rules the roost

You lookin' at me?

This little piggy came to say hello...

These little piggies went for walkies...

These little piggies were wee, wee, wee...

And this little piggy was very interested in our picnic lunch!

It's one way to get around...

Mom and foal (and another on the way?)

Bollocks....I mean, a bullock

Top dog

Bit alarming to have vultures circling overhead!

Wonder if this grasshopper sang all summer?