Who Won the Week (6 December 2020)

I always liked Fandango’s Who Won the Week post, and like to join in with some quirky stories from my own newsfeeds. All from our unique vantage points, the idea is to pick something (a person, organisation, anything) which “won” the week.


No names, I’m afraid, this week, because this case only happened last weekend, and has not gone to court yet. So please, take everything I say with a heavy dose of “allegedly”.

But names not withstanding, let me try to set the scene. Last Saturday afternoon, two men, driving a Suzuki Vitara, were stopped by police just outside the village of Hooe, in East Sussex, UK. Understand, from the get-go, that this is a rural area.

The car, once stopped, decides to speed off. There then follows a high-speed car chase, with police in pursuit. The Suzuki narrowly escapes a head-on collision with a BMW.

Seeing very few options available to them, the two men abandoned the Suzuki just outside the village of Watling. The police, still pursuing, gave chase on foot.

The officers soon caught up with the driver, and a 27-year-old man was arrested for, among other things, pinching the car.

His passenger, however, was more determined, and sprinted off into a farmyard in an attempt to get away. There, unfortunately, his luck ran out. He slipped and ended up in a pool of slurry – and was subsequently found by police, neck-deep in… well… COW SHIT.

For some reason, this amusing tale somehow got leaked – by Sussex Police themselves – onto social media. Alongside were various quips about him making a “clean getaway”, and so on.

So, my winner this week is this 24-year-old, who is also currently helping Sussex Police with their enquiries.

https://www.theargus.co.uk/news/18914384.man-plunges-pile-poo-flees-stolen-car/https://www.theargus.co.uk/news/18914384.man-plunges-pile-poo-flees-stolen-car/



Life through the Lens (6 December 2020)

As my previous series came to an end, I had the idea to post some of my own photographs.

When my eyes were better, I used to enjoy photography. I had some decent kit and was around just as digital photography was taking off. Although it was strictly a hobby for me, two of my photos were published. One rural shot of hay bales ended up in a brochure made by the UK’s NFU (farming), another ended up in a coffee-table book about lighthouses. I wasn’t David Bailey but a couple of times, I was fortunate to be in the right place at the right time.

I thought I’d share some. All these photographs were taken by me, I own the copyright so if you’d like to use any, go for it. Just so long as you don’t use them to make any money.

My aim is to publish weekly again but this time, on Sunday afternoons. I’m just going to repeat this spiel each week, too, for the benefit of new readers, so you can safely skip to the camera graphic to save reading the blurb each time.

If you look at the category above (high on left, by the date), I’ll put every photo in that same category so you can find previously-published photos. If I feel a photo needs some explanation, I’ll maybe write a line or two to go with it. Like the last time, I’ll keep going until I run out of steam. Oh, and feel free to join in, if the fancy takes you.

I’ve linked to a higher-res umage under each photo.

I thought I’d go industrial today, this is Fawley Power Station, across the water from Southampton. It is closed now but I just loved the way the sun was shining on it in this photo.

The Beautiful Game

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 6 December 2020, bet.

When soccer was stopped for pandemic,
A sport once, in the UK, endemic,
But they soon found a way,
To continue to play,
You might well wonder why. Academic.

When all sport, not just soccer, was brought back during the pandemic, I initially found myself wondering what the point was, where the enjoyment was, in doing everything behind closed doors. And then I realised…

The Last Supper

My mother was quite overweight,
She just piled too much food on her plate,
Then while drinking a coke,
She proceeded to choke,
Now she’s lying in morgue, on a slate.

There’s some more of this family nonsense here: