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When you get thirsty, there’s nothing better than a cool refreshing drink of fruit juice. (Well, except for a good strong cup of tea, maybe.) Try to find a soft drink that doesn’t contain glucose-fructose syrup (aka high fructose corn syrup outside Britain) and you will have a tough challenge on your hands.

Belvoir cordials, however, do seem to be free of all those nasty obesity-inducing supergloops found in so many other products. They not only taste sublime but also leave you without any sickly-sweet aftertaste.

Disclaimer: Unlike so many quasi-commercial blogs on the ‘Net, this is not an advertisement disguised as praise. We are not employed by Belvoir to advertise their drinks. And neither are we receiving free samples of delicious cordials as an inducement to say nice things about them. Frankly, we says it ‘cos we means it.

(…although, as per usual, if anyone wants to send us a crate full of elderflower or apple ‘n’ pear cordial we’d prolly be far too polite to refuse.)

Further to our post (last September) about William McBeath, we were delighted to receive the following news in a comment from reader John Hamilton:

Regarding your blog about William McBeath in Canwick Road cemetery. A group of Rangers supporters have purchased a 50 year lease on the plot, and a fund of nearly £2500 was raised for a headstone. Work is underway on the headstone and a funeral service will be held for William. I was the one who placed the plaque there, and the flag.

Thank you for writing about William.

Anyone unfamiliar with the story can find the full details about William McBeath in that earlier post.

Update: [15 Feb] Courtesy of reader John Hamilton, and for anyone who would like to see it but maybe cannot get there in person, here’s a photo of William McBeath’s headstone. (Click the pic for the full-size version.)

Never at a loss for something to do, I was dusting the bookshelves on Sunday morning (in preparation for yet another revamp of our private Dewey system!) when I let myself get distracted by Harold Clunn’s The Face of London. It’s a book I have yet to read more than a few pages of, although I have now made a start on it, having read a few amusing lines about crazy bus drivers in Islington. Leafing through the rest of the book, I found a pair of tickets to Bristol Zoo.

The price has gone up a bit since these tickets were issued. Adult admission is now £11.81, so remember to take out a small mortgage if you’re thinking of going. Oh and by the way — don’t feed the bears!