Ellee Seymour

Just checked out The Greek Goddess’ blog and noticed she has splashed with this story about a Palestinian who threatened to cut off President George Bush’s manhood. Ouch! Oooooo! Aaaaaah!

Arafat Nijmeh, a mental patient, told federal agents he did not believe it was “too harsh” considering what Bush has done to his country.

Nijmeh has been charged on two counts of threatening the president, but legal experts believe there will be difficulty in making the charges stick.

Boris beware!!!

I always remember him wearing his blue suede shoes on Christmas Day when we met up for drinks. He often wore a red woolly hat too, though not at the same time.

David was a brilliant portrait photographer, unbelievably patient with kids who blinked and fidgeted, but he always ended up with a brilliant shot. We have many of them.

David was my neighbour and we ofte gossiped over the garden wall. Until 9th April, 2002 when he fell and died while moutain walking in the Snowdonia National Park.

David was the most safety conscious person you could meet, insisting that kids wore cycle helmets and seat belts before it became compulsory.

So it’s a cruel irony of fate that we should lose him this way, aged 44.

Former Cambridge Evening News colleague John Gaskell, later a Daily Telegraph scribe, as well as an amusing wit and generous party host, had mentioned to me that Ross Clark lived a stone’s throw from my home.

Whenever I visit the ancient kingdom of Reach, the village where Ross has set roots and is inspired to write great prose for The Spectator, The Times and The Sunday Telegraph, as well as author of the satire The Great Before, I wonder if our paths will cross. And last night they did.

I went to his local The Dyke’s End with hubby and friends Steve and Liz. I had visited recently with Liz at the end of an early spring five mile walk when we lunched and rested in front of the log fire and promised ourselves a return visit.

I breezed into the bar and asked about the village’s celebrity writer. Did Ross Clark ever pop in, I enquired? A vision of pink, owner Simon Owers, waved his arm in the direction of the far corner of the bar, and directed me to where Ross was sitting with his family. And, Simon chuckled, Dale Winton was upstairs too!

How could I resist introducing myself to Ross? We naturally chatted about politics and blogging too. Ross has a favourite blogroll he reads once a week, with Tim Worstall’s a clear favourite.

In today’s Sunday Telegraph, Ross has waxed lyrical about his love of the fenland landscape and its rich history. In The Counties of Britain column (Ross’s column infuriatingly not yet added online) he sums up his appreciation of his Cambridgeshire rural retreat and his recommend walk naturally suggests popping in for lunch at The Dyke’s End. Prince Charles visited in 2003 and sang its praises, and lesser mortals are equally impressed.

Meeting Ross was the icing on the cake during a great night out. And, no I don’t think Dale Winton was really upstairs, perhaps wishful thinking on Simon’s part….