Afternoon All,

What shall we ruminate on today?  Nothing much going on here and dangerously, that leaves far too much room in my head for random thoughtidge!
Before we start the ramblings, we have been doing a bit more walking this week that of late, photos attached. 
Yesterday, a gorgeous blue sky March Monday we got around to going up to the 4th highest bit of the island, a hunk of rock called Exombourgo where the ruins of the ancient acropolis of Tinos is.  Views amazing, loads of wild flowers, vast amount of huffing and puffing on the way up. Summit reached I then remembered, rather oddly as I used to love my skiing so much, that I am not all that great with heights.  So the trip back down was actually worse than the one up...terrible quivering jelly legs, heart racing, taking the tiniest baby steps.  Not helped by HH doing his impersonation of a mountain goat and skittering about, hither & yon...and slipping, yes, actually slipping, and sending dust and small stones  tumbling into the abyss below.  I ordered him several times to COME AWAY FROM THE EDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Please note the photo of him in the never fails Gay Marine pose....HH's default setting for any photo taken on walks.
Back now to the random.  Is it just me that is driven to shoutiness by the ever-increasing number of adverts for these sort of DIY, bargain basement, burn the rellie in a back garden bonfire funeral plans???  Either dumbed down cartoons or annoying D-list celebs extolling the virtues of dispatching your loved one in the cheapest way possible! Almost trying to make people feel guilty for wanting a decent send off for themselves, or others!   If HH tries telling anyone that's its what I wanted...take it from me it isn't!!!   I want something similar to what we did for Mum and then Dad. Lovely music, flowers, lots of people talking about the marvellousness of me...some tears, hats, and then a big send-off champagne sipping, salmon sandwich eating get together afterwards, with yes, more talking about me.  Afterall the only after life we can be sure of is the one that is created by people remembering you and talking about you and reminiscing when you've gone. As soon as there's no-ne left to remember you, maybe that's when you really ARE gone.  I don't NOT believe in an actual after life too, and hope to be skipping over the rainbow bridge surrounded with  any number of dear departed cats...but anyway.  I just hate that it is being made to feel somehow bad to want to have, or hold a decent blimmin' funeral now.  Can't they leave anything alone?
Next weird musing - this occurred to me whilst watching Call The Midwife, which I adore, although I'd be even happier if it were Call The Chiropodist and I could have all the drama without the blood and the spurting and the screaming, but hey-ho.... 
Is it just me, or does everyone dream of reliving the era of their birth?? To me, the 60's seem impossibly free, wild and exciting...could /will anyone, ANYONE born this year, look back and think  'Gosh, yes, wouldn't it be wonderful to be having your misspent teenage years back in 2024'??
To quote the old 80's song by The Vapours....
No sex, no drugs, no wine, no womenNo fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's darkEveryone around me is a total strangerEveryone avoids me like a psyched Lone Ranger
Everyone
Actually now I think of it, as this was titled Turning Japanese, its probably not considered politically correct enough to even be played now!!!
Who would wish the 2020's on anyone..... dull as politically correct #mememetoo dishwater. 
Sex Drugs and Rock & roll??  More Suppressed, repressed, vegan, vapid, victim-ville.  Makes one realise having your 20's in the 80's was really actually something to be jolly thankful for! Not to mention being 10 in 1975 and all that that entailed. 
Pass the dandelion and burdock, Spacedust and my copy of My Guy, someone.  

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