Tuesday, 28 February 2017
"Hard work never killed anybody" Or so stupid people used to say. These were usually stupid people who were not involved in 'hard work.' I however was so involved today. Before I even started I had to check things were in place, put right the mess left from before and then sort some things out for the lass running the kids 'Stone Age' lessons today.
Then I opened the door!
This art exhibition is bringing them in. Numbers of them came early this morning, in small groups, and ones and two's to wander round purring at the exhibition. We are becoming used to this. Art lovers come some distance often passing through other galleries to stare contemplatively at the offerings. So far none have grumbled and as they come specifically to see it I suppose they wouldn't. Again they spoke of the capture of village life and again I wondered if any of them appreciated what working on a farm during the 'between the wars years' was really like. Middle class artists painting and drawing on quiet roads can be appreciated but had I been up to my knees since dawn amongst turnips or cabbages I might not keep my silence when a chap suggests I pose for him.
The visitors do however inform us, and I inform the curator, that it is a well laid out exhibition and a credit to her and the museum. When I tell her off this she gets defensive and through gritted teeth demands to know what I want!
Talking of wimmen my colleague came in while I was burdened and behind my weary back ensured the heater was on full blast, I of course was sweating like a pig having run around for an hour, and she removed my excellent music and replaced it with a new one of her own! This so she could sing along to the entire CD all day! At least she made the tea, twice! I might have died without it.
However, while I was busy, she then disappeared to help the kids and left me listening to this music while facing the hordes of visitors while she chatted happily to the kids and teachers! Good job I am not one to complain.
One mum, gran actually, brought in a child not yet two and controlled by reins. Watching her struggle to browse the shop while not letting little Johnny destroy it innocently was enjoyable. He did try mind. While putting her card through for the goods purchased the Town hall clock rang twelve so we had to await the pin number while she took him outside to hear it ringing. Good job the only other customer was also a grannie.
One of the false gods loved by the Romans was found in a pit under what is now a shopping precinct. In days of yore this was thought to contain Roman dwellings and this may have belonged to an individuals house and who knows why it was dumped. Maybe they became Christian and threw it away. There are several items from that 'dig' on display, coins from that time and before, stone age stone axes, and a lovely Mammoths tooth found down the road where such beasts once had their dinner.
Having been buried near the wee man on a horse and now behind glass this has not come out too well but does show the kind of thing Romans liked in their house. Whether goddess or not I canny say but statues meant a lot to Romans. Famous or commended people had statues built for them and placed in prominent places as a reward for whatever. This one shows what the well dressed Roman lass would look like while looking down her nose at others not quite so well off.
On the way home I came across this Rose on a bush in a garden. I canny make up my mind it if is late from last year or a sign of Spring being around the corner? I do hope it's the latter as it appears to have other buds ready to show nearby.
Sunday, 26 February 2017
The beginning of another week.
Last week left me having a near death experience on Wednesday. Having walked my knees into the ground, and the rest of me also, I spent the day eating and sleeping, I was so tired! That over I avoided doing anything after that only leaving to visit Sainburys of Friday morning. The weather was not conducive to wandering the streets either much of the time and I have been frustrated by my inability to go anywhere interesting.
Today I toddled of to St Paul's finding nothing but sky to photograph. How the clouds change as minutes pass by. However the number of telephone wires crossing the streets round here make it difficult to picture even good skies as they occur when the view is blocked. Have these people no thought?
I am sitting here resting my knees, already telling me not to move, as tomorrow I am back at St P's and then work on Tuesday. I am already looking forward to sleeping all day Wednesday. I will however be thinking of friends at a family funeral that day, one led by a humanist. Hmmm...
I have spent much of the day removing photos from this laptop onto an off laptop storage. Already one GB has been saved and I am only half way down! So many old pictures which get copied into several places for some reason, I wonder who does that? I reckon there is more that a GB still to be filed away somewhere. This old machine is slowing down so I will clean it up but maybe it needs replaced? Could someone send £500 for a new one? What...Oh!
Friday, 24 February 2017
Before I began to make use of my Book Tokens this Xmas I began to re-read Tacitus. This was somewhat disappointing for me as I liked it last time but was more aware of his bias, deliberate choice of view and admiration for Vespasian the new Emperor.
I agree after three poor Emperor's, each one devoted to replacing the disgraced Nero, Vespasian was a good practical choice. His ability to secure the Empire and salvage Rome from the muddle was useful and Tacitus came to fame under Domitian Vespasian's rather unfortunate second son.
The book goes into too much detail, much of which finds me wondering about its veracity, and often speeches are made Thucydides style, that is made up by Tacitus. This does not mean he in inaccurate but he is not totally truthful and people might sound as he wished.
When Nero was removed Galba took his place until bumped off by the crowd, Otho was next and he happily committed suicide to save Rome, Vitellius was next but after a short but bloody civil warhe came to an end thankfully.
It is easy to see which Emperor Tacitus liked because the bad ones are full of greed, laziness or incompetence, their people are often divided and confused, always without discipline and not very nice. The good guy's side however are the opposite. Now again he is probably right as civil wars tend to leave a lot of confusion and mixed feelings, father against son etc. However he on occasion sounds like something written in the 'Daily Mail' rather than an objective source.
Still without actually doing anything but be crowned Emperor by his troops Vespasian takes the position and before he even reaches Rome the book ends as so many parts of the writing have not survived. So much we do not know!
It's worth a look just to get a grip on how class ridden the Roman society was. To see how easily armies dump their generals and run amok, and to be glad we live in such a secure and loving society like ours.
I've done nothing but read books and tidy up today so here is a picture of the sea. Isn't it wonderful? The sea not the picture. Where would we be without it? Just sitting beside it relaxes the mind and allows us to dream of places far away.
The sound of waves lapping against the shore, the sight of boats, some with sails, moving around is so good as easing the days troubles. I wish I lived next to the sea I do miss it. However it never writes to me.
At night at sea you see the stars above. How wonderful to get an uninterrupted view of the night sky. I caught such a glimpse the other night coming home as the light opposite was out. At sea you will be able to see for miles and above you a panorama of stars must appear. I want to see that! Ah well, one day perhaps...
Thursday, 23 February 2017
I spent the night here.
This was not my intention earlier in the day but after last night's 'entertainment' I felt there was no longer any choice.
We have had the misfortune of 'Brexit,' we have had the greater misfortune of Donald Trump and whatever that means, now the lowest point for a long time has arrived, a 3-1 defeat by the 'wee team.'.
In all my 32 years I have never known a more humiliating experience than the one offered by the Heart of Midlothian during the Edinburgh Derby against the 'wee team' last night. Defeats occur occasionally, usually the fault of cheating refs and diving Hibbys, rarely do the Heart of Midlothian get swept aside by the better team as they did last night.
Now as the European Championships take place on Tuesdays and Wednesdays at this time of year nobody is allowed to televise football games so as to protect the overpaid self important clubs involved in the Champs league. This means I could not see the game live and had to rely on the wireless and the comments of the pundits. However it was clear from this the display was awful. How it looked to those paying through the nose for their tickets I would hate to say.
Losing 3-1 to the Hibs is not and never will be a good thing but to lose without a fight is terrible, a 'terrible' of frightening proportions.
Why did it happen?
The new (and as we are constantly told 'young') manager wishes to play classy football. To do this he has introduced players suitable for the performance of such football and at times this shows through. However it becomes clear having watched one or two games recently that to succeed at such football a degree of strength is required, this was missing all too often, and not available last night is appears. Real Madrid, Bayern Munich and others play the type of game we wish to play but add talented players who are strong characters and have the will to fight even against wee teams like the Hibs. Often they encounter clubs who close them down, hassle them and give them no time on the ball but still produce the goods, this is a trick some of our players have yet to learn.
I spent last night, and rediscovered this morning, many needless abusive comments from people who's mental failings have caused them to support the Hibernian, these posted many comments on Twitter and elsewhere which did not enable my cardiac performance to remain normal. It is too be hoped that those who post such needless and hurtful comments will contract Mumps in the next few days from their kids!
Oh and the trains had stopped by the time I got down there! Bah!
Now who in their right mind would put a name to a storm?
At the moment winds of around 30 to 60 mph are hurtling past the window. Policemen are seen chasing their hats, trees falling over, roofs crashing through houses and the media inform us this is the fault of Storm Doris! Doris!!! What a daft name to give a storm.
Why do we need to give storms names? Who decided this?
Storms have blown across this land for thousands of years, always referred to as 'a storm' or 'strong winds' or just 'bad weather' yet to enable this enfeebled population to understand that a 'storm' is raging we now know it by a name, and not just a woman's name but we vary from a woman's name to a man's name time after time! What a load of juvenile baloney.
A storm is a storm, we need not know it's name as we cannot call the police and as them to catch 'Storm Doris' and not just because they are busy running after their hats either.
Look at that poor pigeon, he was swaying this way and that and now hours later he has gone and disappeared. I suspect he will be in Harwich by now, walking back slowly as he canny fight Doris.
You of course will know the 'Nereids' were sea-nymphs according to ancient Greeks (and some young ones I believe). Fifty daughters of Nereus and 'Gray eyed' Doris! Doris was a popular name at one time and was indeed the name of Herod the Great's first wife. He banished her along with Antipas his son for another and bumped that one, Mariamne, off after 'in house' lies and office politics from the women of the palace even though Josephus claims he actually loved her.
Doris is also the area of south eastern Turkey, then called Asia Minor, which the Greeks helped themselves to unasked in that English Imperialist style. The area including
Halinass Halingcar, Rhodes and Kos formed the 'Dorian League' and they became 'pillars' of the community (did you see what I did there?). Not many women are called Doris today, fashion in names change as quick as a woman's mind...
Wednesday, 22 February 2017
Being so tired after the long weekend effort I sat and read all the unanswered emails today.
That was about my limit.
The emails have been lying there since Xmas some of them, I keep putting them off until an appropriate moment. Most emails get answered reasonably quickly, spam gets dumped right away and there are always those that require thinking or a rational answer, those get left.
I make use of four email systems, though two now are one and the same thanks to Microsofts intention of killing of 'Live.co.uk.' One I keep for museum work and another is old and ought to be dead but keeps working! Then there is Googlemail the most useful as it gets your replies posted here, except for two of you with whom it refuses to work. How strange but there we are, computer geeks are strange folks and their work reflects them.
So the morning was spent in waking up, scribbling replies to people afar off, deleting old mail, moving on to the next wondering what to say and scribbling nonsense, on and on. So nice to get through all those and await the wonderful answers that will be received over the next month or two. One concerned a sailor who died from appendicitis in 1917, then a very dangerous occurrence, and I discovered very intriguing information regarding him. The sender was in Larbert and our man was stationed at Grangemouth which I did not know had the Royal Navy based there in the Great War, I thought it was just Rosyth. The English government closed Rosyth in a vain attempt to get votes in Plymouth I suspect they closed Grangemouth earlier for similar reasons.
Three were from the museum requesting my attendance to do things, most of which I avoided, and one at least I will attend, it's a get together for a laugh, I'll go there.
Too tired and weary and the day too grubby to make me leave my abode so old fotos will do to fill space. I'm not fussy...
Monday, 20 February 2017
Where does time go?
Intending to be at St P's for noon today I rose with plenty of time to spare, ate dressed washed and all reading done I happily awaited the hour of departure.
Why therefore with all things done and careful planning completed did I find myself suddenly rushing for the door? At one point there was an hour before I left the next minute I was racing to get out on time!
Who stole those minutes?
Switch the laptop on and watch it warm up and almost half an hour will pass before it is ready for work. Switch it on and go make a cup of tea taking only two minutes and the brute is wondering where you have been and switched itself off again! How does time work in such situations?
Waiting for a dentist to finish pulling teeth can take hours but a fanciful delight of whatever sort lasts only seconds, how come?
I am reminded of the tombstone which read:-
"Harry Smith the inventor of time travel.
Died 3rd February 2317."
This old laptop is quite good however a year or two ago I bought a second one as this was overheating and playing up. Once I obtained a new one this brute began to play nice again! The newer one has more power, more ram, more GB space and is slower than this one! I am annoyed as I cannot figure out why.
I have done all the usual things, increased ram, run the anti this and anti that, cleaned out this and that and having done all the usual things the beast still reacts slower than this old one. Possibly Cortana that needless use of space might be responsible, it is off on the old one but keeps appearing unwanted on the newer. I have tried closing it down as per usual methods but it keeps reappearing. None of the recommended tricks work.
Possibly that is not the problem but I cannot work things out as to why it is slower, it ought to be faster than this.
A bit like me really, very fast for my age... what? Oh!
Sunday, 19 February 2017
Sunday morning football is not something I was ever involved with. I am not sure it occurred in Edinburgh in those days though I think many played on Saturday afternoons, the schools certainly played on Saturday mornings. We ourselves having left school and unable for reasons we failed to understand took to playing football on Sunday afternoons at the Meadows while attempting to listen to John Peel offering proper music on a distant transistor radio. This was not a success.
Maybe I misunderstand but it appears to me England was full of people playing football on Sunday mornings. This seems to still be the thing to do but as I rarely pass the fields on Saturday's I do not know if anyone plays there at that time.
It is a long time since I last stood between the goalposts, feet inches deep in mud, thoroughly enjoying myself in spite of the score. Wormwood Scrubs, 11:30 in the morning, around 1976 or 77, I reckon was the last game I played. We drew four all with the Spanish church. The sounds of the players cries, the thud of the ball as it bounces of the bonce, the emotions aroused when you score or lose a goal, the smell of the grass or ought I say mud as face down you grasp for the ball near the goaline, all such things remain in the memory and please the heart, unlike the aches and bruises found the next day.
These events today were put on by the local football club which struggles near the bottom of what is called the 'national league,' and unofficially called the 'Fifth Division.' Partly because this gives coaching to young players who one day might bring fame and fortune to the club and partly because such 'community efforts' help encourage the council to back the club in its drive to build a new and much needed stadium players of all sorts can be found here on Sunday mornings no matter the weather.
The earnest kids play a disciplined game such as we at that age never comprehended, their knowledge of tactics far outweighs mine, their positional sense at seven years old is greater than mine will ever be, and maybe one day they will indeed make it to the top division and even their national side.
parents, often under strict instructions regarding their behaviour, shouting or attitudes towards the referee watch on keenly interested in their offspring's development. Mums shiver behind the coffee mug obtained from the pie stall trailer that makes a good living from the watchers, Dads once more fantasise about success, this time for their son, wishing they knew then what they know now and on occasion running the line trying their best to keep within the spirit off the game and give correct decisions. Others find some degree of enjoyment racing after a loose shot as the ball runs down the slope and bodies no longer used to running begin to stiffen before they have returned the ball to the playing area. Glancing at the pie stall they wonder if they ought to buy something or wait until later and visit the 'Coach & Horses' instead?
They even have girls teams pretending they are men on occasion. It is clear from those involved that few will make it to a higher level though one girl I saw on an earlier occasion might make it playing rugby! For most of them fun is the main thing though I notice few girls team in recent weeks, maybe the weather was too cold!
One problem I find is that if you don't make it into a 'team' you might not play football in any place. Until the late 70's or the early 80's football was played in open spaces five night a week in every part of the country, now it is played in school playgrounds if there is space or not at all. I wonder if the lack of natural talent has been lost because few now play in these sometimes 20 a side games with players of various ability? The great skillful players of yesteryear all came though such football education and I wonder if this is losing talent that ought to be allowed to develop before such coaching is used.
It also loses many who get discouraged early on and fail to just enjoy the game, played at their own ability level, for fun with little thought of a future career. Playing for fun, in spite of the weather, also involves team spirit, meeting strangers, a wee bit of travel and again more fun! We cannot all make the top level but we can make fun out of the game with friends surely?
Saturday, 18 February 2017
Having chosen to remain indoors, once I had nipped out for breakfast, I have been struggling to find decent pictures form what little lies around me, hence starry fruit! I wondered what that button would do.
What do you mean "I think you've had enough sir?"
Playing with the buttons has many effects, especially the effects that make me spend time trying to work out what went wrong! How many folks have had one of these beauties? I suppose everyone had a ''Brownie' camera at one time, some of you old enough to have had a 'Box Brownie' I suspect!
The only one I actually used was the Minolta, a bargain at £125 from a shop in North Finchley many years ago. How many blurred, distorted, obscure, wrongly exposed and totally naff pictures did I take with that camera? It was fun mind!
I suppose most pictures today are taken on mobile phones, and the majority of them are 'selfies' by wee girls exposing themselves for young men to take notice. I remain unsure that 'selfies' are a good thing myself. While I understand their use I reckon far too many of these are taken at the wrong time and in the wrong place.
Maybe I'm just jealous.
The 'Glums' agree with me...
Friday, 17 February 2017
Another day where clouds cover the earth, Does winter ever end? No wonder those living in the far north suffer depression and commit suicide! Imagine six months of darkness! A couple of months of cold, rain and cloud depress enough quite how they manage up in Lapland beats me. They do drink a lot it must be said and that cannot be good for them. No wonder the Vikings long ago loved to move to Scotland as the weather was more acceptable! That tells you something!
Yesterday the sun shone brightly as you can see, cheering everyone and allowing the pigeons to think that Spring was on the way and they began to chase the girls through the trees. This morning they were sitting in the branches of the same trees digesting their breakfast and looking for woolly hats to wear.
Of course this week has been mild and the gutter press are screaming that next week it will be "warmer than Greece." This does not say much as Greece gets cold in winter also of course and there is much snow on them thar hills. Hopefully this will actually happen but the press are never reliable sources.
Interestingly the other day I read that Wiki, the source of all knowledge, has banned the use of the 'Daily Mail' as a source grumbling that the 'Mail' is "..not a reliable source." How right they are! Will the 'Daily Express' and the 'Sun' follow I wonder?
You can tell nothing else happened here.
Trapped indoors by housework, trapped indoors by weather, trapped indoors by stiff knees and trapped indoors by laziness! Not actually in that order.
I am not getting out and about at the moment, there is little worth reading in the news, little exciting happens and I am not yet finished any of my books.
My memory is so poor these days I am unsure if i went out this morning or just imagined it. I think I need a matron here to look after me. I am beginning to wonder if I should go to bed or just wait until someone phones and tells me what to do next.
Life can be so exciting....
Wednesday, 15 February 2017
It began with the unemployed then it moved on to the sick, after a period migrants became the target and now, at long last, come the pensioners. Yes the Tory government have got so low that they now feel able to attack the very people who put them in power - pensioners!
The UK has the most right wing media in Europe some say, the UN included. This is clear with even a quick look at the press on offer. The biggest sellers, the 'Sun,' around 1.7 million sales daily,owned by Rupert Maxwell, the 'Daily Mail,' around 1.5 million daily, owned by Lord Rothermere the non domiciled billionaire who prefers living in France than to his own nation, especially as he then pays no tax on his papers income, and the 'Daily Express,' around 400,000 daily, owned by an ex-porn baron Richard Desmond!
These are the biggest sellers and if more than one person reads every other copy you could say they reach 6-7 million people a day, mostly adults. All have a hectoring right wing stance, most for the Tories (though Rupert Murdoch backs anyone who will agree with him) and the 'Express' now supports UKIP, the UK Independence Party, in a vain hope of increasing sales among those who live in daily fear of immigrants and have react with fear and follow any rabblerouser.
There are 'quality' papers for the thinking man however the term 'quality' is difficult to discern within the pages. The 'Daily Telegraph,' once the 'Daily Torygraph' has lost over a million readers and now sells just under half a million. 'The Times,' another Murdoch paper, sells just over 400,000 and religiously follows his lead.
On the alternative side there is the 'Guardian,' once a well written liberal paper and now just a middle class socialist rag losing money day by day, around 160,000 sold daily, yet the people at the top keep getting pay rises it appears according to 'Private Eye.' They claim to be on the Left yet live like those on the right these young folks. There is also the 'Daily Mirror,' once a Labour paper but now not quite sure where it stands so resorts to the usual downmarket stuff. As long as Labour are in disarray the 800,000 'Mirrors' will not increase.
Of course all these have online pages which gather many more readers, at least those that do not charge, the 'Daily Mail' pandering to the Trump supporters in the USA gathers, they say, 80 million hits!
Then there is the TV & Radio. ITN News follows the tabloid formula with much use of the word 'shocking' I find, however Channel 4 News can do a decent job on the occasion they make the effort. The BBC by far and away the most popular ought to be totally independent but in recent days so many journalist have been removed and replaced by younger, cheaper, options all of whom follow the PC order of the day, and that is led not by the 'lefties' as described in the 'Mail' & 'Express' but by the Conservative Party! The top people at the trust have been appointed by the Tories, three of the six were members of the party I understand, the top man in the news is an ex- 'Times' editor, the political editor is a Tory (again) and several leading persons in the news are clearly right wing. It is no surprise that the news from the BBC is not as independent of the government as they imply.
The millions reading the papers get home to watch the same stories, often better written, on their televisions. The message is clear, 'they' are a problem and 'they' live off your taxes!
What am I rabbiting on about? Well these papers on the right have followed the lead forcing upon their readers the idea that the nations problems came from too many people on the dole. It was nothing to do with the lack of jobs or the economic downturn it was clearly lazy people living of YOUR taxes! Often Tories quote the line "If you don't work you should not eat" taking it deliberately out of context (though few know the context) and implying all unemployed were lazy. Keep telling lies and people begin to believe them, soon people began to believe them!
The next target was the sick. People with serious diseases were soon informed by those totally lacking in medical knowledge that they were 'fit to work.' I met one of these women one day and was struck by her ability to fill in a form and have no idea what it all meant! She got paid mind! Questions have been asked of the government department responsible for such enquiries (DWP) as too how many such people declared fit for work have died within a month of receiving this information, no answer has so far come forth, not even a court of law has received an answer to this query! The readers of the Tory tabloids now know that all who are sick are not sick, each one is a cheat and just lazy, you know like those on the dole!
Then came another excuse.
While the government deliberately mismanages the NHS, poor management, absurd Trusts, lack of sensible investment, the blame can easily (via the papers) be blamed on foreigners coming here and having free health care, not just in an emergency but for anything. Statistics to show how much this actually happens are not printed. Anything to avoid facing up to the governments deliberate attempt to kill the NHS and make money from an American style insurance fiddle. Jeremey Hunt, the richest member of the cabinet and the Health Secretary has thousands of shares in such private companies, many of whom have won work with the NHS.
Now they have reached the pensioners.
The other day a committee (the name escapes me as it has gone from the online media) announced that today's pensioners were better off than young folks in work. Watching such young folks with Sky TV and smart TVs to watch it on while making use of the expensive smart phones I began to wonder. I wondered how they afforded this while driving smart cars, that's what I wondered!
Poor folks, none of them lived through the rich Thatcher days when I earned £36 a week in the NHS, none were lucky like me to later earn a good wage yet be unable to buy a house because prices rocketed so much I could not afford a front door let alone a house! Also unlike so many (according to these tabloids) I could not stay living off my parents as I was booted out and told to find a job! On top of which I wanted my own place not to live off them, not that we could as there was no money.
(Can you hear the violins)
The fact is the public have been under propaganda for many years, while the rich get richer those reading their papers and nursing their wrath at the benefit scroungers living off their 'hard earned' (they say) cash while fearing the vast number of immigrants arriving next door to live of the dole while taking their jobs and milking the NHS, they themselves do not notice that they are getting poorer and it is the rich, not the poor, who are responsible.
The unemployed were attacked so less money could be paid to those without jobs, the sick were attacked to lower the money paid in benefits, immigrants were attacked so government need not help those in need, and now even pensioners are attacked so the Chancellor can cut back the money spent on them thus lowering the welfare budget.
While many have fallen for the propaganda spewed out daily from the 'elite' they may have overreached themselves this time. The pensioners have a weapon no government can fix, pensioners tend to vote Conservative! It will not take long for the younger MP's in the House to feel the wrath of their aged population. An email from such can go a long way to influence Tory thinking. As so many 'True Blues' got their seat from votes from loyal Tories they will soon find a voice crying out for aid to the poor pensioner who struggles to make it through the day ( like me for instance) even though many in Conservative areas are doing nicely thank you.
(Insert here song: 'Brother can you spare a dime')
So what about the rich elite? Those in powerful positions in government or business, Banks or the media, what about them? We know so many have millions stuffed away dodging tax in foreign banks, this was shown when then Prime Minister Cameron was seen to have £3 million in a Panama Bank! What did the media tell us? They spent days attacking a Labour Party hate figure for his so called 'anti-Semitic' views which he may or may not have had. The tale of rich people with money abroad died.
The rich get richer and the poor get the blame, nothing has changed and this time the middle classes, and those who want to believe they are middle class, are paying for it while being told it is everyone else's fault. Hopefully one day when the Brexit lie is over these people will stand up and oppose those who are leading them to ruin while blaming 'Him over there.' Maybe they will wake up but I doubt it.
Monday, 13 February 2017
See! I told you it was cold! I found this man posing for Christmas cards and Calendars in the gardens this afternoon! He missed the snow as it had melted by then but he was ready for the next lot, his scarf and mittens were lying in the background.
There was sunshine today trying to pretend the east wind was not happening. It failed! However as it is now half term around here the place is chock full of kids running around. I dread going to Tesco tomorrow as a million kids will be there. That reminds me some will be in the museum doing arty things tomorrow. What with that and the popular art exhibition I may not find time to read my book! Bah!
You can tell it has been another quiet time.
Some excitement will arrive soon, and the weather might warm up...
Saturday, 11 February 2017
Light snow this morning, freezing cold night. Snow has returned as we speak so I am wrapped up indoors watching poor English football on the laptop. It is zero degrees at the moment but they claim that buy Wednesday it will be 10% here! What has trump done to the weather???? I'm taking the laptop to bed...
Friday, 10 February 2017
While some grumble about 40% of heat in Australia others are watching snowflakes fall outside their window failing to appreciate the lack of heat. Those desperate too cool down can come here and test the frostbite if they wish!
We suffered a serious loss in the comedy world recently, Alan Simpson who working with Ray Galton created both 'Hancocks Half Hour' and 'Steptoe & Son' died the other day aged 87.
Born in Brixton in 1929 Simpson had the misfortune to contract tuberculosis when only 17. However while in Milford Sanitorium, the way such diseases were dealt with in those days, he met Ray Galton and together they improved the patients lot when writing scripts together for their fellow sufferers.
Surviving their ordeal the two sought out advice from the then leading scriptwriters Frank Muir & Dennis Norden, they were told to send scripts to the BBC and from this odd parts appeared in Radio comedy of the day. Tony Hancock noticed one of their scripts during a rehearsal and soon they worked on a new kind of comedy from that usual at the time.
Radio comedy featured short acts with musical interludes and occasional special guests. The two decided more realistic comedy was required, no funny voices, no gimmicks, no catchphrases instead just a situation comedy using wit combined with good acting and indeed that was the basis of the Hancock shows. The fact that Kenneth Williams indeed offered 'funny voices' and some of Hancocks phrases became a kind of catchphrase, 'Stone me' & 'You will get a punch up the bracket' amongst them, the comedy combined awkward situations, clever witty lines often genius's in themselves, Hancocks personality and acting ability produced a show that was so popular that in the days of 1950's radio some twenty million would tune in to listen.
The Hancock experience lasted until 1961 when Tony broke off the tie and ventured into oblivion but Galton & Simpson continued to change the face of comedy this time continuing on TV where the Hancock shows had naturally ended up with a new long lasting powerful drama comedy called 'Steptoe & Son.' Once again it was sharp wit, clever lines and good actors, straight actors this time, who combined to produce both pathos and comedy at the same time. Once again the programmes popularity brought millions to rush home to see this programme. The popularity was such it is claimed one programme was taken off air on election night (always a Thursday) to ensure people would come out to vote!
Neither man achieved such success again as that found in these two programmes though both worked in various programmes with mixed success. It matters not as their place in history is assured. Both became OBE's and they were awarded a BAFTA Fellowship in 2016.
Like Muir & Norden Galton & Simpson among remain the UK's best loved scriptwriters and their work will remain popular for eons to come.
Men beware, the Valentines guilt trip is upon us once again! Valentines Day on Tuesday is now compulsory violence against men and ought to be banned. Throughout the land men are forced to pay large sums of cash to florists, card shops and chocolate sellers to ensure they are not kyboshed by a loose frying pan on Tuesday. Women, whose devious ways are manifest, will of course claim this day means little to them then reach for a blunt instrument, not their tongue obviously, when he forgets or worse doesn't bother about the day. It's cruel and a mere business moneymaking scam!
Naturally I need buy nothing, the last time I had to was about 15 years ago and I offer a used frying pan, somewhat dented, to show the result when I forgot. I could of course send anonymous cards to several women just to upset their men mind....
Thursday, 9 February 2017
Instead of my misgivings about the local W.H.Smith shop I ventured in there this morning on the basis that being Thursday half day closing it would be quiet, and so it was. Clutching tightly in my mitts was a £10 Book Token from my delightful and best looking niece way up north in an uncivilised part of the world, West Lothian! I strolled along the limited shelves searching out the great book that I was waiting for and as always failed to find it. However two useful books were discovered.
'The Railways' looks a decent history of rail in the UK and at £9:99 it fitted the book token. However I was left with a dilemma! Buying this book meant there was a penny left over and I then decided to add to my purchase a hardback book 'The First World War on the Home Front' produced by the Imperial War Museum (IWM). Now I am not keen on the complicated IWM website and a couple of their books I have read before were not to my liking either knowledgeable though they were but as this book was only £5 I took it, the paperback version was also £5 for some reason so I got the hardback. I'm like that. This means that to avoid losing a penny I spent a further £4:99, what does this indicate about my thinking processes....?
The books have been added to the 'To read' pile and by astute use of the remaining Amazon Book Token I might well add more before the day is out. Of course all this may mean I have no time today to actually read any of these literary works but at least they are there in the moments when I am free!
I was irked again this week, occasionally I am irked, this time I was irked by the phrase 'Moving forward!' What does it mean? Variations of the theme can be 'Going forward' but this does not help me. I mean where are they going? Football teams often use the phrase, "We want to be moving forward with the club," they say, why? Can they not say "We are developing the club" or "Life goes on and there is nothing we can do about it!" Is anybody actually moving when they move forward? I mean what is this woman going on about, "Food is ever-changing and ever moving forward and getting more and more complex." Alexandra Guarnaschelli. Food is moving forward? If my food was moving forward it could be that is because of the green stuff growing on the side of it!
Possibly black olives falling off the plate are 'moving forward?' I don't know, maybe that's because I keep moving backwards...