To Be Or Not To Be All These Other People . . .

Many thanks to Sweenan for sharing this great video. Hope this makes your Sunday brighter.

Watch in full screen for maximum effect. This guy is great!

Love from Delta.

This Is Depressing, Mac.

According to The Financial Post, Apple has more cash on hand than the United States Treasury.

Allow me to repeat: more cash on hand than the United States Treasury.

The Treasury Department said Thursday that it has an operating balance of $73.768 billion, compared with the $76.156 billion in cash that Apple recorded on its latest earnings report.

I find this scary.

In all fairness, the numbers aren’t directly comparable, since the Treasury’s number represents how much money the government has before hitting the debt ceiling, while Apple’s cash holdings represent all the money it has available on its balance sheet.
The thing is . . . Apple also actually sees profits and spends its money at a much lower rate than the government.

I am no economist, but something seems out of line here. Should Bill Gates be President? Would he take a big bite out of the annual welfare budget, or lean toward rampant mosquito-netting and AIDS-researching with our tax dollars?


I read this morning that Florida will now require drug testing for prospective welfare recipients. I like that.


Not everyone does.

Shortly after the bill was signed, five Democrats from the state's congressional delegation issued a joint statement attacking the legislation, one calling it "downright unconstitutional."

"Governor Scott's new drug testing law is not only an affront to families in need and detrimental to our nation's ongoing economic recovery, it is downright unconstitutional," said Representative Alcee Hastings. "If Governor Scott wants to drug test recipients of TANF benefits, where does he draw the line? Are families receiving Medicaid, state emergency relief, or educational grants and loans next?"

Representative Corrine Brown said the tests "represent an extreme and illegal invasion of personal privacy."

Huh?

I am starting to pay much more attention to the national political landscape now. 2012 should be interesting, whether you anticipate the End of Days in December or a Republican Back in the Oval Office.







Love from Delta.

Look Out There's A Monster Coming . . .

A clip for fellow fans of Craig Ferguson and "straight man" Geoff Peterson. Ed McMahon never looked this good, and neither did Doc Severinsen.

I have been a big Ferguson admirer for years. Loved his autobiography American on Purpose, and I recommend it regularly to friends.

It's a great day for America, everybody: I'm going to show you what Geoff Peterson's alter ego looks like. Josh Thompson voices Geoff with a full complement of pre-recorded audio as well as ad libs.

Craig's robot skeleton sidekick was born when Mythbusters' Grant Imahara volunteered to create him—only if Ferguson could get him 100,000 Twitter followers, which he achieved within 24 hours.







If you have a high silly video tolerance, watch this clip featuring the first glimpse of Geoffrey. He's come a long, long way.

Love from Delta.

I Am Still Trying To Twitch My Nose Like That.

Elizabeth Victoria Montgomery was born in 1933 in Los Angeles, California. She is mostly remembered as Samantha Stephens on Bewitched, a show I watched religiously as a child. I wanted to be Samantha Stephens . . . or at least wiggle my nose and make my room clean.

She was beyond beautiful. Others thought Barbara Eden's Jeannie was the ideal, but I clung to Elizabeth's elegant blonde example. She was a no-nonsense heroine, even in a silly sitcom. I admired her endless rescues of Dick York's (and later Dick Sargent's) Darrin. The guy never could have succeeded in the advertising business without her.

Elizabeth received five Emmy and four Golden Globe nominations for her role. At its peak, Bewitched was considered one of the most sophisticated comedies on the air. It cleverly explored contemporary themes and social issues within a fantasy context.

I just thought she was really, really pretty.

After Bewitched, Elizabeth Montgomery returned to Samantha-like twitching of her nose and on-screen magic in a series of Japanese television commercials. In the U. S., she spent much of her later career pursuing dramatic roles that took her as far away from the good-natured Samantha as possible. Among her later roles were a rape victim in A Case of Rape, Lizzie Borden in The Legend of Lizzie Borden, and her portrayal of a strong woman facing hardship in 1820's Ohio in the mini-series The Awakening Land.

In 1977 she played a police detective having an interracial affair with her partner, played by O.J. Simpson in A Killing Affair. She made a chilling villain in the 1985 picture Amos, playing a nurse in a state home who terrorized residents.

I remember her as the happy wife of Falcon Crest's handsome Robert Foxworth. He was by her side when she passed away at sixty-two of cancer.

There is a statue of her as Samantha Stephens in Salem, Massachusetts (how fitting).







Here's a clip of Ms. Montgomery in action. I hope you enjoy it, and are as delighted as I to discover Jack Cassidy's and Isabel Sanford's appearances.










Love from Delta.

Boogity Boogity Boogity Amen

     I was brought up in a Nascar-drenched home. Daytona, Talladega and Charlotte were events to be respected and watched with reverence. We went for many years without missing a stint in the stands or infield for the 500 or Firecracker. Neil Bonnett was Dad's friend, Mom was crazy about Dale, and names like France, Penske and Wheeler were regularly bandied about. I've spent time with Richard Petty, Rusty Wallace and other drivers of note. I still hesitate to call my parents when a race is on TV—to do so risks no small degree of wrath.

    I thought I had seen and heard just about everything one can experience at a gathering of the Nascar Faithful . . . until tonight. Please watch and listen to Pastor Joe Nelms at Nashville Superspeedway. Please. I promise you, you haven't heard this particular invocation before.





     I'm pretty sure I've not heard a reference to anyone's "smokin' hot wife" in a public prayer, though I could be mistaken. Thanks to my sharp-eyed cousin Debi, you can see for yourself what a "smokin' hot wife" looks like:

     I did not realize the Lord cared so much about engines and vehicular technology. I've always thought he was more concerned with Alabama football.





Love from Delta.

Rolling and Rolling and Rolling In the Deep

Adele Laurie Blue Adkins was born on May 5, 1988 in Enfield, North London. Known these days simply as Adele, she sings one of my current very favorite songs called Rolling In The Deep. It's catchy . . . so catchy that lots of other artists have scrambled to cover it. This is her version:



Pretty cool, huh? It's interesting to compare the various spins. For instance, this is John Legend's take:



Linkin Park's is excellent . . .



Patti Smith's is horrid. Listen here.

Pussycat Doll Nicole Scherzinger looks great in her silver dress but she's no Adele.



The lyrics are powerful, and a voice like Adele's is necessary to deliver them. It's reminded me of the (now late) Amy Winehouse's from Day One: throaty, lusty, deep and soulful.

There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark.
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare.

See how I'll leave, with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do.

There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark.

The scars of your love, remind me of us.
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it
To the beat

Baby I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn,
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared

The scars of your love, remind you of us.
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all

Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it
To the beat

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
But you played it
With a beating

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

We could have had it all
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand

But you played it,
You played it,
You played it
You played it to the beat

She co-wrote the song with Paul Epworth. When you start out this splashy, it's hard to follow up. Here's hoping Adele keeps her head about her and doesn't tread the path Miss Winehouse chose.

She is one talented lady.






Love from Delta.

Todrick Hall

Yesterday I posted video of a very talented Target flash mob performing a Beyonce number. It featured Todrick Hall, though I didn't know that at the time. I awoke to more Todrick this morning on Facebook and decided to investigate a bit.

Here is his Season 9 American Idol audition:

Pretty darned impressive. Even the Jonas Brother acted mildly enthusiastic. Surely Jonas Brothers know talent when they see it, right? They have mirrors—no, that wouldn't work. (Sorry for the snarky JB comment, rabid former tweener fans who still carry torches.)

Todrick hails from Texas. He made his Broadway debut in Oprah Winfrey's The Color Purple starring Fantasia Barrino. He was also in Beauty and the Beast at Disney World, High School Musical 2 and the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. Todrick Hall has also written, choreographed and directed a tour of his own original production Oz, the Musical.

Not bad for 25.

As you can see, he wants to be on Glee. I would welcome him to the cast of one of my very favorite shows—Todrick would add a lot. Though he does not often discuss his orientation, he says he'd prefer to play a straight character. (He recorded an anti-bullying song in 2010 to encourage and support gay teens.)

    

Todrick Hall in "American Idol 2010," Season 9

My friend Melinda shared this video of Hall performing with Tori Kelly. Not only does he have a beautiful voice and loads of star quality . . . he has a sense of humor. Watch the outtakes at the end.




When you start performing in church at the age of ten and never stop, you tend to develop a stage presence. Todrick Hall has it, and I hope we see a lot more of him on television and on the big screen. (Hint to Glee producers.)






Love from Delta.

I Wish This Would Happen . . .

. . . when I go to Target. Many thanks to my friend Stephanie for sharing. Enjoy!

Love from Delta.

Geronimo's Cage

     He was nicknamed Geronimo but his Apache name was Goyaałé, "one who yawns". I became interested in his story after meeting a lovely singer/songwriter, Kathryn Scheldt. She and noted author Frye Gaillard co-wrote a song about Geronimo's imprisonment in Alabama called Geronimo's Cage.

     The song reveals history from the perspective of Frye's grandfather, who witnessed it firsthand. If you're like me, you had no idea the famed warrior was held in Alabama in the winter of his years . . . but he was. Mt. Vernon Barracks near Mobile housed a small community of Native Americans. Their chief was promised a short jail term and a return to Arizona.

     It was a Broken White Man Promise. Geronimo had a lot to be angry about well before that, though.

     In 1858 his mother, wife, and three children were killed by Mexican bounty hunters seeking scalps. "I could not call back my loved ones, I could not bring back the dead Apaches, but I could rejoice in . . . revenge," he later declared. During the next 15 years he rose steadily as a war leader among the Apaches. Apache agent John Clum, who arrested Geronimo in 1877, described him as "erect as a mountain pine, while every outline of his symmetrical form indicated strength and endurance. His abundant ebony locks draped his ample shoulders, his stern features, his keen piercing eye, and his proud and graceful posture combined to create in him the model of an Apache war-chief."

                                                  

     He fought valiantly against both Mexican and U. S. troops though he was heavily outnumbered. Known for his daring exploits and escapes, he was once tracked to a cave in New Mexico. U. S. soldiers waited patiently but he never emerged into their sight. He was spotted in the area soon after. The second cave entrance/exit has never been found.
     White settlers called him "The Worst Indian Who Ever Lived".
     Geronimo surrendered to Lt. Charles B. Gatewood in 1886. The Apache called him "Bay-chen-daysen". That translates as "Long Nose".

     Well, they probably disliked more than his schnozz.

     That's the lieutenant at right. His charge was to pursue the chief in Mexico and subdue and return him to the United States dead or alive. Geronimo gave him credit for his surrender though he claimed later that he was completely misled in the terms. I'd say that's the truth.






     His incarceration began in San Antonio, but Geronimo was soon relocated to Pensacola. In 1887 he was reunited with his family and taken to Alabama. Frye's grandfather recalled the train rolling into the station with clarity. It's sad to imagine him clutching the bars of a rail car.
     After seven years they were taken to Fort Sill, Oklahoma. The chief lived out his life there and became a well-known celebrity. He appeared at numerous fairs, including the 1904 World's Fair in St. Louis. He rode a Ferris wheel, sold souvenirs and put on a roping exhibition. He was seventy-five years old at the time. The following year he rode in President Theodore Roosevelt's inaugural parade, still proud.

 That's him in the headdress  in a 1905 Locomobile Model C in Oklahoma.







     He fell from a horse while riding home one night in 1909. He lay there in the cold for hours before they found him, and pneumonia set in. He told his nephew on his deathbed that he regretted his decision to surrender. Geronimo is buried in the Apache Indian Prisoner of War Cemetery in Fort Sill.

     Kathryn's album Southern Wind features Geronimo's Cage. Enjoy.




Kathryn Scheldt's Website
Geronimo's Cage on Amazon.com










Love from Delta.

Frankly My Dear, I Do.

     A lot of white Southern women are creatures derived in some fashion from the iconic Gone With The Wind. Most of us grew up with the book (I read it by age nine) and memorized the more dramatic movie passages prior to puberty.
     I usually define the chemistry as one part Mammy, one part Melanie and two parts Scarlett, though the balance shifts according to maternal mood. New dresses and shoes tip the scale heavily Scarlett-ward.
     Yesterday Jay and I visited the Margaret Mitchell House in Atlanta. That's her on the left, a doe-eyed debutante who shocked society with her wild dancing and got herself blackballed by the Junior League. Years later, Peggy had the world's attention focused on her home city and the League wanted to host an event in her honor. She declined. (I'm not sure how graciously.)
     I learned a lot about the authoress during our tour. Our guide (not really much of a Southern gal, but nice) informed us that while Miss Mitchell had a lot of facts right, she erred in her portrayal of "happy go lucky slaves". Now, I think we all agree that slavery was an ugly chapter in our nation's history, just like it was ugly when the Egyptians pulled that number. The Britons, too. I am sure Mammy and Prissy's inspirations would've said their lives were rougher than portrayed by Hattie McDaniel and Butterfly McQueen, but it is a fact that many plantation families nurtured and fed and cared for the black people living on their land. The cruel Uncle Tom's Cabin stereotype is as unfair as the absurd one of a kindly, coddling Master. The truth lies somewhere in between.
     I know this: Her concern over the lack of black doctors in Georgia prompted her to donate scholarships for African-American medical students at Morehouse College. Her philanthropy continued throughout her short life. (She died at forty-eight following a car accident.) If you do some research, you'll find that though she was a flapper in the roaring twenties with a fabulous sense of humor, Mitchell also was a lifelong rebel who looked deeply into life and challenged the hypocrisy of society. Secretly funding African-American education was an act for which she could have been killed had it become known to the public.
     She was a feminist, too. Her mother, Maybelle, had been a leading suffragist in the early 20th century. Her father was a lawyer who co-founded the Atlanta Historical Society. Peggy was known as an erudite history student though she left Smith College after one year.
     Many of Scarlett's travails sprang from Mitchell's life. Her mother contracted influenza while volunteering to treat patients during World War I. Her daughter rushed to her bedside too late, just as Scarlett experienced. A diminutive beauty—she said that on a good day she was 4'11"—Margaret had a turbulent first marriage to a fiery tempered Red Upshaw. Their best man was a kinder, gentler John Marsh. He became her second husband after an acrimonious divorce.
     (Rhett and Ashley, anyone?)
     One of the big treats at the Margaret Mitchell House is viewing the screen tests of starlets intent on winning the prize role of a lifetime. Paulette Goddard (Charlie Chaplin's longtime love) emoted her way to a glossy hair's breadth from portraying Scarlett. She was a friend of both David O. Selznick's and director George Cukor's. It looked like a lock until a little known British beauty named Vivien Leigh tried batting her lashes on film. Some of the rejects were as campily corny as Hee Haw. Katherine Hepburn was too mannish. Tallulah Bankhead, Susan Hayward, Joan Crawford, Bette Davis and Lana Turner made valiant tries,
mostly with insipid Southern accents. Countless variations on make-up and wardrobe adjustments were attempted, including how little or how large Scarlett's bustline should appear onscreen.                                                                     


 
     I think they got it just right.
 
     The competition for Rhett was not quite as heated but sure did generate some cheesy screen tests. Clark Gable was born to play his role. In my opinion, the only casting gaffe was Leslie Howard as Ashley. I learned yesterday that the studio spent a great deal of time trying to make him look younger. Turns out he was in his forties when he was cast.
      No wonder his brow always looked extremely furrowed with concern over the onset of the war. He was ancient. Too bad Botox was out of the question at the time.

 
     This year marks the 75th anniversary of Gone With The Wind. With its estimated $1.6 billion at the box office (adjusted for inflation), the film may well be the biggest hit in world history. Nothing begins to approach it yet.
      The Mary G. Hardin Center for Cultural Arts in Gadsden, Alabama is hosting an exhibit of the world's largest collection of memorabilia from the book and movie.

     You can bet I'll be there at least once.

     

Here are a few tidbits any fan will enjoy:

     The Chinese edition of Gone With The Wind depicted . . . gasp . . . a blonde Scarlett O’Hara. A Japanese stage version once had the actors portraying Mammy and Prissy in black face. (The promotional poster is on display.) 

     GWTW was the first non-children’s film to be heavily promoted through merchandising. The studio authorized countless items of merchandise, from pajamas with the GWTW logo to a replica of Scarlett’s first wedding dress. 

     Frankly my dear, it’s a little snug: Clark Gable's hat was too small for his sizeable head, so he simply clutched it throughout scenes at the Atlanta dance with Scarlett.
     The Loew’s Grand Theater in Atlanta, where the film debuted on Dec. 15, 1939, was demolished after sustaining extensive damage in a 1978 fire.

     Only Olivia de Havilland, 95, survives her fellow female cast members. That's especially interesting because she is the only one of them whose character, Melanie Hamilton, did not survive Mitchell’s story— she died in childbirth at the close of both the book and film. The last surviving male cast member is Mickey Kuhn, who played Ashley and Melanie’s son, Beau Wilkes. The actress who played beautiful Bonnie Blue Butler, Cammie King Conlon, passed away in September of last year.

     When I visit the Gadsden exhibit I'll try to post some pictures Margaret would be proud of.

Gone With The Wind At 75: A Diamond Jubilee 

Love from Delta.

Wow. It's Good To Be Home.

     Been away for a few days and I've missed blogging. My very dear friend Beth sent me a video while I was traveling. It's a keeper.

     A sharer.

     I found this emotionally moving and beautifully directed. I hope you do, too.











Love from Delta.

It's A Dog's Life

     If you've ever had a relationship with a dog . . . and who hasn't . . . you should check out Wilfred on Thursday nights on FX. I watched my first episode last week and found it pretty darned funny.

     Elijah Wood has shaved his little Hobbit feet and moved on to a soon-to-be-hit show based on an Australian series. (Good things seem to happen to Elijah in New Zealand and Australia.) Here's the set-up: Wood's character, Ryan, sees his neighbor's dog as a guy in a dog suit. No one else does. Wilfred the Dog has a number of distinctly human habits, like smoking. All kinds of smoking. Here's a clip from an Australian episode:

Does your dog smoke behind your back? Here are the signs.

     The very talented Jason Gann plays Wilfred. He co-created the series in his native country and is reprising his role for us Yanks. He is a very talented guy—portraying a sardonic scruffy mutt who leads his neighbor on a journey of self-discovery is not just for any actor.

     It's a fresh concept and I love it. If you've ever fantasized about the secret thoughts of your dog, you probably will too. Granted, Wilfred takes things to a level of canine intelligence that even the most nauseating frilly-dressed-poodle owners don't attribute to their little darlings. It's a lot of fun, though.


     I hope this show will be around for several multiples of seven years.


     Wilfred's Official Website
















Love from Delta.

He's No Angel

     I admit it: my knowledge of Gregg Allman has been limited to a deep appreciation for I'm No Angel and an esoteric fact or two. I know about Cher and Elijah Blue. He lived in Sarasota, and he once came into a place where I worked. He seemed nice.

     The Allman Brothers Band has its legions of fans, but I was not really among them. Jessica always makes me smile, though, and Midnight Rider is a good tune. Dickie Betts used to shop in my husband's store and was kind enough to fix my son's bicycle. I remember discovering he was as famous for his bow-hunting skills as his musicianship.

     I was living in deep Allman Brothers Territory but not really aware of it. One of our friends in Bradenton was a former roadie for the band. He didn't share too many tales.

     Now I know someone who does, and suddenly Gregg Allman is very interesting. At the behest of his former travel assistant and personal friend, David Boyd, I listened to Ocean Awash the Gunwale. It's a good song, and these lyrics stand out:

And here's to you for always hangin' in
Without you there's no reason to go
I'd be lying face down in some river
Waiting for angels to take me back home

     They are special to David because, "One night, in Miami, he called me to his room. 'I want you to hear something,' he said. He had changed the second verse to read, 'Here's to you for always hangin' in, without you there's no reason to go. I'd be lying face down in some river, awaiting angels to take me back home'. I recognized these as new lyrics. When they began playing, he pointed across the room at me. We were the only ones in the room. Pretty proud moment."
 
     Indeed.

     Perhaps this story sums him up better than any. David says, "One occasion that was typical of him, but unknown to many, happened the day following a show in Charlotte, North Carolina. One of his fans was a professor at the school. Over drinks in the hotel room, this professor asked Gregg to talk to his students the next day, on the topic of poetry and writing. Always trying to please, he readily agreed. The next morning, Gregg approached me, saying he thought he had made a mistake: promising something he didn't feel qualified to do. I told him that I didn't know anyone MORE qualified. When we got to the school, he asked for a tape deck to play some music. Now, consider the fact that this was a class full of young students. I honestly don't know if anyone in the class even knew who was standing in front of them. While a song from the new album was playing, Gregory turned to the blackboard and began writing. In the course of the 3 minutes or so that it took the song to play, he had written perhaps 20 lines on the board. The verses were not familiar to me. (When I asked him about them later, he told me he had composed them on the spot, in front of the class!) He then told the kids that writing poetry was not about rhyming words, but about connecting with emotions. I was very proud of him that morning. It would be interesting to know whether any of those kids even remember this talk, but I sure do. My only regret is not having saved the words he wrote on the board that day. But he told me once that once a song has come to him, it is always there."

     Gregg is back on tour and in the news after a successful liver transplant. His new album is called Low Country Blues and was produced by the legendary T-Bone Burnett. After its debut at seventh place on the Billboard charts, I suspect Mr. Allman is in for quite a comeback.

     The Allman Brothers Band started all of this in 1969. Gregg says music was a consolation during his traumatic health problems before and since his transplant surgery.

     "It was a great feeling to have a real good record in the can," he told Reuters.

     He said the operation was "the most horrendous pain I have ever been through" and it had taken him a year to recover enough to be able to tour again, although he is still in pain and will need further treatment later in the year. "I feel like someone hit me with a sledgehammer. But I'm alive."

     He even went on a brief tour with Elton John and Leon Russell four months after the operation."It was good and it got me out of the house."

      I hope Gregg Allman stays out of his house a lot, and sells out a whole lot of houses. Here are some songs you should check out, with thanks to David for his valuable good music alerts and reminders.















Love from Delta.

Marietta Is Of Sterling Character.

  
     I know this totally cool person. I met her through a dear friend in Florida, Kris Gause, and her name is Marietta Sophie Loudon. (Can you imagine a more elegant name . . . seriously?) Marietta creates silver masterpieces.

     You should read this article about her in the Bradenton Herald.









  Here are some examples of her artistry:

This is Marietta at the Blessing of the Crozier at Christ Episcopal Church.

  

The Bishop of Southwest Florida, The Rt. Reverend Dabney T. Smith with Marietta Loudon of Ecclesiastic Silver, October 17th, 2008. Christ Episcopal Church, Bradenton, Florida

A letter of appreciation from the Vatican

     I am utterly fascinated by her process. Witness a sketch materialize into a precious object:

Every workshop should feature a cat:

     I wish I possessed this steadiness of hand. (My cupcakes don't really require this level of precision.) Marietta is a true artist . . . and I have a deep appreciation for shiny, beautiful, sparkling talent.

     For more information, visit Ecclesiastic Silver.

Love from Delta.

    

From Sea To Shining Sea

If you are American, I insist that you watch this video today. There is nothing like the incomparable Mr. Ray Charles singing America the Beautiful. It should be required viewing for citizenship.

Here are some of my favorite red, white and blue things . . .

Christian Louboutin's new heels

The Empress Josephine's necklace consisting of eight large, deep blue sapphires and impressive oval diamond drops. 

Circa 1800

 2011 Porsche 911's

 Lovely fields of red Tulips

Jay Strongwater's Bluejay figurines

Ridiculously elaborate white cakes

Nice ruby and diamond rings

This flag . . . 

. . . and this flag.

God Bless America, Y'all. Happy 4th.

Love from Delta.

As Good Today As It's Always Been

If you're a bit of a closet colonial . . . and I am . . . this commercial is very moving to watch. Join me for a heaping helping of British history in a wonderful advertisement for Hovis Bread.

I need a cuppa tea.

Love from Delta.