They’re at the Fair, right? We can tell. She has a prize, which we’re meant to think he got by shooting something or knocking something down. He’s eating a caramel apple, because that’s the sort of thing you find at the Fair. On the right side, some swabbies with some gals they picked up for the night. Out of frame, the police who are arriving because some lunatic drove his car into the fairgrounds.

Did women wear dresses to the Fair? I would say so; why not? The ad wouldn’t work if that wasn’t believable.

I probably could say more up here and provide 3 or 4 minutes of entertainment, but I’m not in the mood. I’d rather watch TV. I’d rather relax. There are bruises I’d best not prod and regrets that anger up the blood and make you feel futile. I was chatting with Astrid in Walbers on WhatsApp this afternoon; she’s deep in a show that will be aired online in a week, another tribute to Peg Lynch, and she was knackered from the work, and of course sad I wasn’t there to be Albert. I sent her a picture of beautiful downtown Minneapolis, and she sighed when will she come back, when next will I come to England. When, when, when will this pass.

The fear is that it won’t, somehow, and even if it does, something will have changed for keeps.

Which, of course, it has. No it hasn't! you tell yourself, but you know better.

Anyway. It was a good week, productive, clement, sane, with family meals and great family time and dog walks in the dusk. No complaints and many thanks. Enough! Let's get to the all-important Friday Filler.

From my vast collection of things with almost no monetary value whatsover, I bring you this week's entry.

More from the glorious series of People's Pleasure Ships. Any worker can take deserved break from labors in sake of country, by reserving berth on these wessels. The price: one kopek! Nothing like decadent capitalist West, where only the rich can be on ship.

Waiting list is 37 years.


Most of that sky will be gone by the end of winter.

The building is oriented towards Washington, which faces the traffic, not the pedestrian traffic.

Our weekly sweep.



Jane's fresh gone; seems he'd be stricken by grief, not arguing about it like this.


Solution is here.





Once again he is wishing us the time of day.


What's the concept this time?

The wind.

You can learn a lot from WIND




The Pine Tree Queen? Tom is straight-up trippin'




Will I listen? Do I have a choice? Gawd, when is this bus going to get here, this guy won't shut up




Once again: we have, indeed, had a time.




I might. It depends. So who is, or was, der Janko?

Horst Jankowski (30 January 1936 – 29 June 1998)[1] was a classically trained German pianist, most famous for his internationally successful easy listening music.

Jankowski's fame as a composer of easy listening pop peaked in 1965 with his tune "Eine Schwarzwaldfahrt", released in English as "A Walk in the Black Forest". The tune became a pop hit, reaching #1 on the US easy listening chart, #12 on the US Billboard Hot 100, and #3 on the UK Singles Chart





Kitsch, but I'll bet it made him much richer than 99% of the other pop artists of the day.





There was a time when everyone knew that voice, without asking who it was.


That'll do. Monday will probably be scant, as we all mourn the passing of summer. (Yes, I know, it's over now, because it's September, you know. Labor Day.)




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