festa!

Rex and Howard, off on Hols!

H – So what are we doing today, Rex? 

R - Well, this is going to be our last blog post for the summer.... 

H - You mean we're going to take a break? A holiday?!!

R – A working holiday, Howard. 

H - Hm. 'Thought it was too good to be true. 

R - Yes, there’s no rest for the wicked.

H - So we won't be posting over the next four weeks?

R - No, we won't be writing new posts -- but we're going to send postcards to the blog every week, with views from our holiday tour of the world!

H - Great! And then when we get back at the start of September, a lot of stuff starts to happen, doesn’t it?

R - It does.

H - Would you like to enlighten us further?

R - I certainly would. We're going to have a new look for the blog, for starters.

H - Wowsers!

R - And we also have a fascinating ‘Around the Table’ discussion with our village's favourite son. He’s the boss, he’s the pip, he’s the championship; he’s most tip top…he’s Alan Lee.

H - Double wowsers!

R - That’s right.  We should explain to our readers that I managed to kidnap Alan whilst he was briefly back in town a few weeks ago. We plied him with croissant and coffee and had a very interesting chat about his art, his tango, and his misspent youth running with the Ruislip rebels.

H - Now you’re making stuff up again, Rex. I’ve told you about that before....

R - Sorry!

H – So, as well as a new look for the blog, and our 'Around the Table' chat with Alan, what else is there for readers to look forward to? 

R – We're going to open a shop.

H - What?!!

R - Well, Howard, it appears that there are some self-proclaimed John Barleycorn addicts out there, and I believe that one should feed one's addictions. 

H - Are you sure...?

R - Yes. Don’t you remember the old saying, “starve a fever, feed an addiction”?

H - No, actually I don't. What are we going to sell?

R - JB mugs!

H - Triple wowsers, in me trousers!

R - You can’t say that! It sounds a bit...rude. You could say, “Triple wowsers in me jumper,” if you like.

H - That doesn’t rhyme, though.

R - Don’t be elitist! Do rhymes have to rhyme in order to be rhymes, now?

H - Yes, they clearly do, Rex. And that is why I am the writer, and you are the drawing type person. 

R - I see. 

       H - And so, dear readers, au revoir. We'll send you a postcard every Friday, and we'll be back again at the beginning of September.

Next stop Heathrow!