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I first met Pam Goodall and Jan Klakus when I was begging for Fancy Dress costumes and Wigs needed to help raise money at a charity event. They were so helpful, kind and generous and I became enchanted with their delightful shop and madly fun-filled way of dealing with customers – The place can literally rock with laughter! They were clearly very talented ladies and Jan’s mum even lends a hand on the sewing machine when needed.
Before they joined forces and opened Glad Rags, Pam had a 12 year stint at Shaftesbury Art Centre as wardrobe mistress, and, for years, Jan had been exhibiting her quilted cushions and needle-work at local agriculture and craft shows. They actually met one day, when Jan was adding her skills to the costumes at The Art Centre and have been friends ever since. One day they both saw an advertisement for a Fancy Dress Hire Shop for sale and after pooling resources it was theirs within a week. Glad Rags was born!
Since that day they have worked non-stop to increase the stock of costumes for hire as well as the range of accessories for sale – Wigs, make-up, beards, moustaches, the list is nearly endless! They really do have over 2,000 costumes available so whether you need period dress, uniforms or even animal outfits, if they do not have what you want, they will make it as soon as they can. Everything will fit so well because individual alterations are carried out on the premises.
Glad Rags will look after you like no other, so let them add some joy, wonder, and zip to your party – They will turn your Theatrical Event, School Play, Valentine’s Ball, Amateur Night, Murder Mystery Drama, Pantomime or even Themed Wedding into a very, very special occasion!
Treat yourself & pay them a visit – Glad Rags – Shunters Yard –Station Road– Semley – Just outside Shaftesbury on the A350 towards Warminster.
OPEN – 10am to 4pm – Tuesday to Saturday
TEL – 01747 850101
EMAIL – gladrags@email.com
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OMG – Oh My God, why do so many people use Text Speak? What is wrong with them? Is the English language not good enough as it stands, or are they so badly educated that life only works in abbreviations? It’s not only those wandering the streets but even celebrities and television presenters are doing it. What is the point! It’s difficult enough to easily understand anybody who lives above Gloucester or past Bath or Swindon, let alone if they cannot use complete words inserted into full length sentences. Continually pressing buttons to instantly pass on your own trivia to others, who probably have as little going on in their lives as yourself, is such a waste of time and energy. Go and see them face to face and have a real-life chat. Communicate and enjoy their company instead of button pressing. If too far away, write a letter using your own handwriting. That is if you still know how to write!
Facebook & Twitter – Like texting (this is a ‘new’ word, meaning text messaging), their obsessive use is totally ridiculous. OK they do have their uses, if limited and within reason, but what on earth makes some of you pass on your life’s story or even your breath by breath account in real time, of what you are eating for breakfast or when your dog is scratching its belly or why you’ve just farted, to family, friends, hangers-on and in fact to any other computer or phone user in the world? It is so self-defacing. Nobody with an ounce of intelligence wants a Tweet from Stephen Fry to learn, in real time, what he is doing in a flippin’ lift and who really needs to know what colour pyjamas Jonathan Ross is wearing today or which underpants Alan Carr goes shopping for?
Putting everything you might think important on Facebook could have dreadful repercussions and consequences! Look at those recentLondonrioting lowlife who actually put photos of themselves with their stolen booty onto Facebook for all, including the police, to see. Clearly when grey matter was handed out they missed their place in the queue. Also if you tell all and sundry your day to day living experiences, whether mundane, sad, naughty, promiscuous, or even, though unlikely, complex, remember, you might be happy for everybody to know about them for a while, but what if later, when maybe that special person suddenly turns up in your life, he or she can find, at a push of a button, all your dirty washing hanging out.to dry.
Sometimes our well known and respected English reserve is well worth adopting on a much wider scale – The Internet!
For 1 week try not texting or using your mobile phone. I wonder how long you will last being instantly incommunicado?
Shoutyman
European Union – Why on earth are we in it with such dubious main players?
Germany– Lederhosen clad, power crazy, beer swilling, sausage munching, dominatrix control freak not resting until it pulls the strings of every European country, no matter what the cost.
France– Xenophobic, wishy-washy, farmer indulging, food and wine snob who uncontrollably sleeps with more than one mistress.
Spain – E.U. money grabbing lazy dolt who sleeps half the day, lays in the sun the rest, eats dinner at ridiculous times and puts everything off until mañana, which by the way does not mean tomorrow, but not today, and maybe never.
Italy – When not partying, drinking coffee or shopping for stylish clothes, is screwing, non-stop, the rest of its E.U. partners and giving them countless STDs.
Belgium – Pointless waste of space, kept quiet by being allowed to house the E.U. Head Quarters and patted on the head if it behaves.
Portugal – Insatiable money pit running its hand to mouth economy like an over indulged port drinker.
Greece – Corrupt & dishonest, street-wise but manipulative & money-grabbing, kebab selling olive pressing sneak, handing out ‘jobs for the boys’, or, at a whim, the army.
Ireland – Potato filled village idiot, drowning us in black beer, orange cider, silly dancing and comedians.
Please, please, please, before we join any other gang hanging around the street corners of Europe, let’s look very, very carefully at our history books!
Food allergies and intolerances – Cop out for lazy parents who, instead of bothering to cook, stuff their mollycoddled kids’ mouths with so much factory constructed processed or take away food and fizzy drinks, that their bodies get so confused at what is being pushed through them, that they object with what might seem painful consequences and physically intolerant bad behaviour. OK, some allergies may be genetic or genuine, but no where near as many as we are led to believe.
A.D.H.D. - Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder – How stupid is that? Never heard of when I was young – It was called “Not Doing What You Are Told”, “Not Paying Attention” or “Not Listening”, which in sensible times might have been cured with a slap, smack or other parental scare tactic.
Not today, our idiotic rules and laws banning any form of corporal punishment, no matter how light, insist costly medicine or therapy is the answer. When I was a schoolboy, nothing kept order and discipline better than a terrifyingly marksman-like blow from a teacher’s well-aimed heavy wooden board rubber or a cunningly placed metal ruler or in more serious cases, a cane. Fear, no matter how mildly or strongly created, is a great incentive to maintain good behaviour within society’s accepted boundaries. Boundaries which are crossed far too often in today’s Britain.
Talentless - Fly, or camera, on the wall ‘unreal’ reality, or ‘win by just being alive’, programmes, which give their mostly pathetic, ignorant, stupid, lazy speaking, inarticulate, unskilled, unintelligible, self-indulgent, spoilt, moronic, often very unpleasant, Neanderthal participants minor celebrity status and significant wealth for doing nothing more than just breathing.
Where in hell do the producers find such arseholes? Worryingly, they must be just wandering around our streets, which is quite frankly amazing because most of them seem incapable of either dressing themselves or leaving the house unaccompanied and as for using words to make complete sentences; you must be joking – ‘It’s somethink naat disco man, reem, shutuuup, yha no whaat ay meen like. ’
Sadly this idea that being thick and stupid equates to fame and stardom now starts at an early age, as shown in a recently televised programme, ‘Educating Essex’; which by the way is a totally impossible and worthless task to attempt anyway.
It’s time for so called ‘cheap television’ meaningless productions to at least show and encourage some basic level of eloquence, socially acceptable attitudes, manners, decency and common sense, or what the heck does it teach today’s and tomorrow’s youngsters?
Bully Boy Bankers – Personae non gratae – Why have we allowed them to ruin ours and our children’s lives? This wonderful country used to have bountiful manufacturing, car and aircraft producing, mining, farming and tourist, industries with some services and banking thrown in for good measure. For goodness sake we even had our own gas in the North Sea until the politicians sold it. Now look at us, flat broke, borrowings up to the hilt and still stupidly relying on those greedy ●ankers. We struggle, while they shamelessly wallow in even fatter bonuses, after we, the general public, bailed them out. They keep threatening to leave the U.K. if we take away or tax their disgracefully disproportionately high earnings, so it’s time for Cameron, instead of brown-nosing them, to call their bluff and wish them ‘bon-voyage’ and we can then have a normal, perhaps wage-controlled, co-operatively run, banking system. With the personae non gratae living parasitically instead in far off lands, preferably America so it can have another taste of the unsavoury medicine it dished out to us after instigating this latest bout of uncontrollable worthless avarice, we can then seriously refurbish, replenish and restock our tangible industries before it’s too late.
Remember thanks to those ●ankers, the E.U. directly, and the U.K. indirectly, might soon be monstrously in debt financially to the Chinese. Is that a take-away any of us can really afford?
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Pushing The Boundaries
As a youngster, I remember walking the Ox-Drove every Sunday with my Father, and after recently taking my dog Scruffy there, I noticed how the new fencing seemed to be nearer the road than the old one, and when I saw the old milestone clearly embedded now into the farmer’s field like an enclave, I wondered how all this had happened.
Surely milestones have always been easily visible from the roads (See Chilmark’s milestone below), because, simply put, that was the idea of them in the first place.
Can farmers or land-owners gain acreage, just by ‘eating’ into roadsides or hedges, to increase their own wealth at the expense of our countryside? – Photos below also show the old hedge boundary with new saplings planted just inside the fencing, where I believe the previous fence was situated!
Can these landowners then remove hedgerows and tress if they feel like it? What will this do to our birds and other wildlife? What are the rules and regulations governing all this?
Is the newly planted hedgerow and fence along Cows Drive leading up to the Ox-Drove, in line with the original field boundary? Please kindly let me know your thoughts and feelings and if you know what they are, the rules and regulations surrounding the entire subject – email – ace@journalist.com
Who owns the land – The farmers in question or the Council on our behalf?
Does anybody know? Can somebody please update me? Click images to enlarge.
