TVR night at Poole Quay

Went to a TVR showcase event at Poole Quay last night. It’s an annual summer event showcasing a different make of cars each week. Owners of specific cars can drive there and park along the quay for free between 6 and 9 pm on their allocated nights.

 

Sheylara at the Quay

 

I suppose the draw for car owners is to have their cars gawked at and perhaps, for some, free parking while they sample the entertainment offered at the premises (bars, restaurants, scenic views, seagulls being a nuisance).

So, June 28 was TVR night and Piers never passes up a chance to fraternise with other TVR owners. That means I get to tag along event after event, looking at the same cars again and again, listening to the same conversations over and over…

“I’ve just installed a brand new zndltggnla dpe lnweo nxjiifi! Tqqwlxm eh pzxb lopq wrvsd!”

“Oh, I say, that’s brilliant, old chap yytnvlq snptrrus trqr angggseylmt qw xyzl or frhglmp b ix!”

Well, I tend to tune out after a second or two, so I’ve had to make up a conversation, sorry.

 

Fraternising at (near) the Quay

 

So, seagulls being a nuisance.

Yes.

When I first came to England (from Singapore where there are no seagulls), I was of course delighted with them because they fly so near you and they’re so tame they’d eat off your hands. And then hop on your head and peck your eyes out.

I exaggerate. They’re not that vicious. Unless you consider someone pooping all over your freshly polished car a vicious act.

That, in fact, is what seagulls do, and they are extremely unapologetic about it.

 

Seagull dropping a bomb

 

Last night, this happened to an unsuspecting TVR.

The guy parked and stepped out of the car. I walked over to take a photo (not specifically of it but of a larger area that showed more TVRs driving towards us).

I took one photo.

 

TVR

 

Then I took another photo.

 

TVR

 

And I heard exclamations.

“OMG.”

“What just happened.”

“Did you see that.”

“How in the world…”

And I looked at the car (see above pic) and it had like 30 splatters on it, all possibly the work of one seagull (I didn’t see but that’s how it was told) and all within a second.

How does ONE seagull do that in ONE second?!

 

It started to rain lightly about 15 minutes after we got there but still okay for walking around, admiring the cars and the views. When it got colder and rainier, we went indoors for dinner.

Dinner was at Italian Gossip, a restaurant serving Italian (duh) cuisine. Service was ultra friendly and food was reasonable.

 

 

Pan fried chicken liver on toast. Yums. But not as yums as Nando’s chicken liver.

Chicken liver on toast

 

 

Spaghetti Vongole. I have yet to be impressed by a pasta dish in England. I keep hoping and I keep being disappointed. They’re always quite bland; you might as well just boil a pot of spaghetti and eat it straight up.

Spaghetti Vongole

 

 

Salada Mista. Well, it’s just salad. Nothing to get excited about, just something you have to live with.

Salad

 

That’s the food done.

We’re going to get back to cars.

It stopped raining by the time we finished dinner.

We walked around a bit more and Piers took a load of photos; I was tired of taking photos of cars after two years of this kind of thing, so handed him the camera.

 

TVR

 

 

 

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TVR

 

Anyhoo, I was a bit more excited when we went off to Waitrose in Christchurch to buy a bottle of semi-expensive balsamic vinegar (£12). We can’t all have the same hobbies, for shame.

We encountered a dude at the Waitrose carpark who was driving a TVR decorated with smatterings of stars all over, who drove in and parked right next to us while we were walking to our car with groceries in hand.

He was apparently lost and looking for a way to Christchurch, not realising that he was in Christchurch.

So, that was it, another Friday whiled away. What did you do on your Friday night?

Jinxing the weather in England

I’m back in England for the third time now and it’s only been five months since my first trip.

It’s strange musing upon how life had taken a surprise drastic turn five months back and now I’m treading a completely unexpected path with a completely unexpected significant other.

Fate sometimes does the right thing by you, just when you think all is lost.

 

Poole Park

 

It was a cold and rainy day when I arrived last Saturday morning, even though it’s summer now, so we spent the whole day indoors, catching up with each other.

But we went out the next day because Piers couldn’t wait to show me Olive, who was at his parents’ house.

We’ve decided to name his TVR Tuscan Olive because she reflects different colours depending on lighting conditions. Sometimes she’s black, sometimes green, sometimes purple, all the colours of olives.

And also because we both love eating olives.

 

Olive

 

You can see me in the reflection!

She does look a bit nicer in real life than in photos.

Anyway, I only brought light summer clothes with me this time, since it’s summer. But it seems like I’ve been cheated again.

The last time I came in May, I also only brought summer clothes because it was warm and nice the two weeks leading up to my arrival.

But the moment I arrived, it turned cold again. Luckily, I had left a few warm things in England.

This time was the same! The temperature had been in the mid to late 20s for the last two weeks but the very day I arrived was the day it dipped to 17 and that’s going to last for at least a week.

It was the same case in February when I first came. Shit weather when I arrived, ending a spell of relatively good weather for winter.

AND, the last two trips, the weather immediately turned better after I left.

I think I’m a weather jinx.

Piers says it rains more when I’m here because England is crying with happiness at my presence.

Haha.

 

Sheylara

 

I wore this on Sunday and it was quite okay except when the wind blew.

The temperature is around 15°C to 19°C in the day this week, which is like a cold aircon room. But when the wind blows, it becomes like 10°C and I want to die.

We went to Swan Lake to feed the swans after picking up Olive but the wind was blowing something strong so I was hiding in Olive most of the time while I watched Piers feed the seagulls.

He prefers feeding the seagulls because he’s impressed with their beak-eye coordination. He throws a pinch of bread up in the air and they almost always catch it mid-air.

 

Poole Park

 

But I did feed the swans before I had to give the rest of the bread to Piers and run off to hide in Olive.

We fed the birds a whole fresh multi-grain baguette this time because it had come with my tomato soup at lunch and I didn’t feel like eating it because the grains hurt my teeth.

Yeah, I think I can look forward to having hurty teeth periodically till I’m all done with my Invisalign treatment.

By the way, on a separate note, don’t believe in those chicken-crossing-the-road jokes. They don’t cross roads all that much. The only fowls that cross roads are ducks and geese.

Have you ever seen a chicken cross a road?

 

Why did the chicken cross the road?

 

There you go.

When I arrived in England on Saturday, the first thing Piers showed me was an episode of Top Gear where host Jeremy Clarkson was test-driving a featured car and almost ran over a family of ducks crossing the road.

It was very cute, a mother duck with six or so little ducklings following her in a line, crossing the road in a rather relaxed manner.

He stepped on the brakes and swerved just in time to avoid them, startling them a little. But ducks are very resilient. They got over their scare in just a second and continued waddling calmly to the other side.

 

Duck Crossing sign

 

I wonder why duck families always only have one mother and her kids. Where’s the father? Is it an animal’s destiny to grow up without a father?

I didn’t get to see a mummy duck and her baby ducks cross the road (I hope I do one day) but I did see a gaggle of geese cross the road at Poole Park, where we were feeding the swans.

Traffic had to stop for them because they were taking their own sweet time and some of them even broke rank to explore the road instead of cross it.

No babies, though. So disappointing.

 

Geese crossing in Poole Park

 

Geese crossing in Poole Park

 

Geese crossing in Poole Park

 

Anyway, I might be here for three months this time if there are no pressing commitments I need to be back in Singapore for before then.

Will have more to blog about soon because I’m planning to do a lot of fun things here!

Weather permitting.

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