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Published: April 9th 2006
Is this crab possessed?
Answers on a postcard. (Or if you can't be bothered with that - why not start a blog?)
Up until now you may have noticed that this blog has been a little one sided. It’s been all Bob and no Vik. But, with a little bit of encouragement, I think we might be able to make this blog entry a joint effort…
So far we have a title from Vik…
…and now she’s fallen asleep.
Oh well. I guess its down to me. Sorry folks.
The funny thing about writing a blog is that I’m not absolutely sure why I’m doing it. Why do people feel the need to write these things? Having read a number of the other blogs on this site, there seem to be a number of motives and reasons to choose from:
The Postman’s Friend: these bloggers are people who just can’t be bothered with postcards and letters home. The physical effort of writing postcards everytime they arrive somewhere new is just too much. They are either lazy, extremely popular or have at some stage been a postman.
The Adrian Mole: these people want you to know everything that has happened to them - from what they ate for breakfast to the seat number on their plane ticket. Their hope is that
Gone a bit Arty...
Arty photos are normally Viks domain, but here I demonstrate that I'm also capable of capturing the beauty of concrete with this startling photograph of the steps/seats in the amphitheatre sea wall on the Esplanade in St Helier. National Geographic anyone?
at some point it will stop being a diary and become a time capsule that martian historians will eagerly sift through for clues to our existence.
The Leaflet Collector: for every museum, gallery, temple, hostel, restaurant or brothel they have visited a review can be found in their blog, the text of which has been lifted unashamedly from leaflets they picked up from tourist information.
The Travel Guide: similar to the Leaflet Collector, but fancy themselves as a bit of a travel journalist. With their eye on being discovered by National Geographic, their blog is festooned with photographs of toothless old men, grubby children and unnatural sunsets.
The Frustrated Novelist: writes screeds of text that has absolutely nothing to do with their travels. May come across as a bit pretentious. Probably has difficulty expressing themselves by any other method and sees blogging as a release.
The Beverley Hills 90210: hates travelling but couldn’t spend summer break at home with the parents. That would be like, so last year. Blogs to remind us all that Alpha-Gamma totally rule and will whoop ass at the finals next year.
The Patriot: blogs to let everyone know how many of their own countrymen they
Red Light District
Little known fact: Elizabeth Castle is actually in Jersey's red light district.
have met, how many pubs themed loosely around their nation they have visited and to moan that its not as good as home.
The Conquestador: to these people blogging is the modern alternative to putting notches on a bed post.
On reflection, I think there is a little bit of most (not all!) of them in most of the blogs I’ve read. So which one am I? I’ll leave that to you.
Today we walked out to Elizabeth castle which dominates the waterfront of St. Helier. When the tide comes in the whole castle is cut off from the land and can only be accessed by boat, however, with the tide out, you can walk over the sand to and beyond the castle. Unfortunately the castle is closed until April, but it was a lovely evening and plenty of other people had taken the opportunity to do the same as us. On the way across the sand, Vik found a dead crab that freaked her out because (she says) it has a face. Not sure why that should be unexpected on a crab?! I thought eyes and a mouth were a fairly common thing for crabs to have…?
The Remembrance Tree
Is a fine work of modern sculpture "planted" by our very own Queenie in 2005. It may actually be called the Liberation Tree... I just can't remember...
VIK: The point is not that it has a face but that it looks like there is something living within the body of the deed crab and there are eye type things looking out. Susie spotted it too so it’s not just me being a crazy woman…
Bob is dans la kitchen making the tea now so it’s my chance to write a bit. He’s a right hogger of the computer that lad. That said, I don’t have much to proffer - you might have noticed we are back dating the blogs at the minute as we didn’t get off to the most organised of starts on Jersey. The plan was to start writing the blogs from day 1 but it didn’t happen, quel surprise. It would appear the Robster has a much better memory than me cause I only have vague recollections of our days so far and the brain cells only really click into action when I look at the photos…
Apart from the dead crab, the highlight for me was our first visit to the co op (yes, I know I’m sad). The main reason, nay, reasons for my excitement was the discovery of
a few things:
1. It is actually possible to find a shop open in Jersey on a Sunday other than Spar.
2. It is possible to buy food without taking out some sort of loan/2nd mortgage (this was my fear after having shopped previously in Spar).
3. The co op have very funky self service checkouts where you can scan your own shopping and pay and everything - I now know that I am destined for a job in Sainsburys (I like to think I’d be a slightly upper class checkout girl).
Ooh. Bob has shouted to announce that the feast he has prepared is now ready. I’m either a really slow typist (which I know not to be the case thanks to Mavis Beacon and her fabulous typing school) or we are having a v minimalist dinner. Think Bob has some photos and perhaps (if you are lucky) some more pearls of wisdom to add so shall bid my fond farewells. vbx
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