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The Winter Olympics are coming, and my son lives there in Vancouver, no snow as well, except by the truck load. Great Britain has high hopes in some disciplines despite the organising association going bust, watch out for the men's curling world champions, and it ain't Canada. WE also have a young girl who comes down the ice on a breakfast tray, bit like the slope by Norwich Prison circa 1982 and a licking Labrador. Graeme being the smallest was in front on a yellow plastic sleigh bought en route in a petrol station, Ian was middle man, I was back bob sleigher, big bum steering and anchoring. Fast, Isaac Newton would have been proud, it was as if we invented the laws of gravity, yet alone were discovering them. Then on one passage, the golden Labrador decided to stand in our descent path, I just managed to bum steer round the hound, as it stuck its panting tongue out and managed to lick all three of us on our right cheeks, fortunately we missed the wagging tail!!

On my domestic front, we finally saw Avatar during the week in 3D and at Leicester Square prices though I was sure I drove down the A14 to Kettering.

Avatar: The descent of a deity to earth, and his incarnation as a man or an animal; chiefly associated with the incarnations of Vishnu.

Funny how computers have seen religion, though I have never liked a Ruby Murray myself.

Fantastic Film though, and though they were not gods descending, I did meet two Samaritans this week. WE were at B&Q having purchased some radiator cabinets. I have never liked radiators to my eye, and now that some TV 60 minute make over DIY day time programmes are showing them to Shirley Not, it is now in vogue to buy them. Some of us have our own ideas, others have to ketchup, never mind, back to the plot. The large one would not go in the Jaguar, yes I know it's a large car, I know that every time I try to park it. Unpacked the thing and still would not go in the car. Some kind soul, walked up and said I could use his Astra Van. I said of course, thats alright mate I will manage, though clearly I could not. Then he drove his Astra van up, and said he would follow me to Thrapston, 15 miles away. Which he did, and he would not take any cash for the petrol. What an amazing chappie, what what !!

Next, my car thought, well the onboard computer thought, that there was something wrong with the engine, so it kept on warning me about Failsafe Engine Mode. Now this reminds me of the time in California on the Rocky Highway, when the Automatic Chrysler stalled on the mountain incline, with rocks falling around us, during the aftermath of a hurricane August 1982. Yes an automatic stalls, five in the car, only for the on board computer voice to tell me: "your screen wash bottle was a quarter full". Later next day it incurred the wrath of my Mother's voice, when it started it's daily chorus check list "all monitored systems are functioning" only for Mother to say "Oh shut up, where were you yesterday when we needed you".

So I took the Jaguar to a little delapidated garage , well it is Thrapston, and yes we are back to the present. He scanned the computer, told it to be less negative, and more like the Man from Del Monte, and did not even charge me. What an excellent chappie what what !!

Now if only Spurs were not sheep when facing wolves huh, at least Harry agrees with my BBC critique, almost verbatum, as well as others, I got 5 stars for my comment !!!

Now the BBC have given me the title of the "legendary allansharpe", now is that the nearest thing to Avatar or what what !!!