Christmas Eve 2020

The dreichness lessened for a while today tempting me to cross the park to seek what dim sunshine was available.  Leaping in and out of the clouds the sun tried to brighten the place, which was hard as the clouds all came from the north, driven by a bitter wind.  

Nice however, to see the world outside of Tesco, but not so nice when the cold wind crashes through the cracks in the window frames.  Walking into it across the park was great fun if you are preparing for an Arctic adventure, not so good if you just wish to see daylight.  

Christmas cheer enabled one or two to acknowledge you were alive, but not all.  A nod here, a glance there, was all the cheer available.  There again most were wrapped up in winter outfits, with face masks on, as they had been at the shops 'Click & Collect' doors.  

Argos have been doing OK in spite of LockDown.  There were several freezing poutside awaiting permission from the Stasi to enter.  One or two other shops had similar administrations ongoing.  However, that said the streets were comparatively empty.  Traffic slow, supermarkets reasonably busy but most following Tier 4 orders.

All freezing cold.

 

Christmas joy is found in the media also.  Not just the needless screaming empty headlines lying about Boris and his so-called 'Deal,' but the routine joy of someone who dies from a sudden heart attack, the child in hospital, the robbery, the mugging, the drunks in cars and so on.  Today, the thing to do if you get sick is report this in the tabloids.  Why anyone whould wish to know you are sick, knocked-down/ill/having a fit/ pregnant/dead, I am not sure as most folk have never heard of you before and will have forgotten you by tonight.  However, there it is, any skin disease can be advertised in the paper, with picture, any illness, anything in fact bar news!   

Not that the days headlines are news.  The media acclaim Boris when it would be better hanging him upside down from a lamppost!  Brexiteers rejoice, except for the pouting ERG ones who shout 'Traitor' because he has not satisfied them.  We all know who the 'traitors' are!

One day soon however all these papers will be dead and gone, news will come digitally, and these media will not be missed.

Dreich Day

 

 

Dreich Day indeed.

It poured this morning, encouraaging grass to grow and weeds to sprout.  Suddenly, in spite of the weather forecast, it stopped when it ought to have been pouring down.  So I visited Tesco for the last time, met a grumpy staff member and a happy manager, stumbled home with my loot, mostly for others rather than myself, and settled down to await the postman.

Naturally, when he came he was in Teir 4 attitude and refused to ring the bell in case he catches a virus from it.  He must have knocked but I canny hear that, even though I was looking for him!  So while one measly routine letter arrives my neices expensive parcel has gone back and will not be re-delivered until Tuesday!  Bah!  He will hear about this!   (The word 'expensive' is not meant to be taken literally)

 

 

The Dreich day is not improved watching that Mr Hancock placing more people in Teir 4 while not acknowledging his guilt.  The Tories have been lying about the number of Lorris awaiting Ferries, only 170 one claimed, while 1500 others claimed where blocking the roads.  Some say several thousand now lie full of rotting perishables near Dover.  

What exactly are the benefits of Brexit...?

Freezer Foods

 

I've never had a freezer like this before, packed to the gunnels (whatever they are) with meat!  The ageing freezer has been full but usually with routine things, often not doing what they say they will do on the packet.  I especially like the lie 'Serves Two,' when there is barely enough for one.  Possibly the £50,000 a year marketing junior who scribbles this is a 6 stone lassie who considers a fish finger 'filling.'  Such 'meals' I have tried and remain convinced they would feed people if they added food to them.  However, for me the next few days feeding looks quite good, if I remember to take things from the freezer of course.

Early this morning I joined the queue at the butchers, one of the few shops open and very busy, where the minted lamb chops and the Xmas chicken, the far to many sausages, were joined by a pack of bacon bought to avoid disruption after December 31st when the Danish bacon no longer arrives.

Then she asks for the cash!

I fainted!

However, Now I have cut it up, bagged it all, filled the freezer and feel guilty in having all this when others have so little.  I know what it is like to have nothing in the freezer bar a bag of chips and some mince, so guilt at my enormous chow wagon upsets me.   

I might get more guilt from that bottle of rum later...

 

Christmas is going to be hard this year for many.  Numbers see their family only at Yuletide and naturally this will not happen for the majority now, though some will break the rules.  A lot of older types who cannot make use of a laptop and who fail to comprehend 'Zoom' for instance (Good on them I say) along with many who understand such things but cannot afford to possess one may well find Christmas Day hard with little means of contact.  

In fact the local Salvation Army used to do Christmas Day dinners for such as wanted them but that will not be possible now.  No way they can get together, I suspect some will be sorry about that.  

Winter Solstice and Closed Ports

BBC

 

At last the 'shortest day!'

Naturally it is wet, chilly, dank, dreich and not improving the well-being of those venturing out to what few shops remain open in Tier 4 Land.  Cars splash along the street, people take great steps to avoid one another as well as the cars heading for large puddles, and blessings abound with the short-term employed in the checkouts. 

Such a happy day for from tomorrow the nights get shorter the days longer and Spring is just around the corner.  Sunshine, blue skies, bright days and lockdown for all!  

And Brexit poverty on top for us all!

I just canny wait for that...

 

 

It is interesting to see how many nations are no longer wishing to accept travellers from the 'English Free State.'  I read that 40 or so countries have banned contact, France has closed the Dover crossing, and the only ones to fly out are the Tory Brexiteer cheerleaders who have ceased claiming the virus is a hoax and the vaccine does not work for a week or two having escaped to their money in the Cayman Islands or somewhere.  I am sure they will not be missed but I feel for the servants they look down upon in foreign lands.

This is a taste of Brexit to come.  With inadequate customs staff, computer systems not ready, lack of knowledge of paperwork required, hundreds of miles of lorries carrying decaying foodstuffs one way or the other, and overworked and short staffed employees attempting to counter the virus while at work it looks like a jolly old Christmas at the ports.  

I empathise with companies that still do not understand what to do.  Information is lacking because nobody knows what to do anywhere.  Thousands of pieces of paper required to export, but what papers?  Will the customs know any better?  What will the French understand?  

My nephew is glad he no longer drives big lorries, though he never went abroad.  It is a hard life on the road, especially if you only speak Romanian!

 

Oxiana and Laundry...

 

I managed to finish a book!  No, not one of the colouring in ones, an actual book. During 'Lock Down' I expected to read all the books in the pile, I failed.  Indeed, I hardly picked one up, at times there was no incentive to read, nothing tasted and I just could net get into any off them.  Eventually, having been forced by 'Waterstones' to buy to keep my voucher points I bought three.  Even more eventually I began to read.  

I bought this because it was a travel book from the past.  In fact it covers this man Robert Byron, no relation to the other one, on his trip across Persia and Afghanistan and Turkestan in his quest to investigate ancient Islamic architecture during the winter of 1933/34.  Quite why he would choose to visit a place with towering mountains during the winter months I fail to understand. It is to be expected at such seasons that roads will be blocked by snow or landslip so why try? However, when we reflect on his Eton Schooling we will begin to understand that acting like a normal individual was not his way.  

Byron had travelled widely before this book visiting the Soviet Union, India and elsewhere and he had published several books, some of which are still available.

The book is formed from the diary he kept at the time, and the diary form works well in travel books I think.  His usual way is to describe the day, the place where he stays, the food, those with him and then an in depth description of the architecture he finds.  This part I found a wee bit wearing as such descriptions in books do not make clear to the minds eye what is being described.  However, this website offers pictures of many of the sites visited, often with Byron's own photographs as well as a modern colour view.  This site in very helpful in understanding what he is viewing.  The tale then returns to his day, the food, the problems and so on.

Journeying in this region at any time is fraught with many dangers.  Politics, tribesmen, Muslims upset at a heretic in the mosque, are all testing, while food, shelter and breaking down on the road far from help are all trials to be faced.  Illness, when it strikes shows little mercy at a time and place when no NHS exisited.  

Hints of humour, mostly from his dealings with people appear, and a surprising wide variety of  people appear in this book and his determined personality mixed with that of his diplomatic friend Christopher, who occasionally accompanies him, often forces them through difficult situations. 

Being 'British' of class opens the door to the local leaders as they pass, some more friendly than others, this including the Russians who invite the travellers to enjoy a refreshing party which leads to a headache in the morning.  

The book offers a different world from what is found in this region today.

War, politics and individual stubborness have made this part of the world attractive to many and dangerous for most.  It is unlikely a similar journey could be made today.  The road from Tehran to Kabul may offer many intriguing sights for the modern traveler but I wonder would one return?

Robert Byron died in 1941 when the ship in which he travelled was torpedoed off Cape Wrath and his body was not recovered. 

This is a good book, I recommend it.

Late in the evening, well about 5:30 pm the van arrived.  By 6 pm they were on their way. The reviews spoke well of the delivery men and John Lewis's organisations efficiency.  I now agree.  Called by a robotic voice twice to inform me of when they would deliver and by the driver himself when 20 minutes away was impressive.  It was not so efficient in the 80's before an online service and an robotic voice could call.  

A very large young man, I had to look up to him, came in, looked around, said "It's no bother," and began to remove the old machine.  His mate joined him and said, "No bother," and soon they had the old machine out, the new one in, and working!  Paying for them to fit it was a great idea!  

Well-organised, efficient, experienced, and capable, they were indeed friendly and helpful and careful not to leave any mess.  Within 30 minutes they had gone.   

These guys would not finish till around 9 pm in the evening.  Working four long days and having three off is a good idea to me.  I never had the chance to do that but I think it works well, especially when delivering goods and considering the customers work hours.  I was pleased with them, I nearly gave them a tip I was so delighted.

Today I tried the machine, once I began to understand the booklet, and happily it worked OK.  How delightful to be wearing something that does not make dogs noses twich when I pass...

 

Christmas

All this festivity began when a 14 year old lassie received a visit from Gabriel, the angel. Informed she would carry the Christ child she accepted this task but remained somewhat perturbed, as you would. Gods call is never easy, while he young husband accepted his part also neither expected to have to walk 30 miles to deliver the child in a cave used as a stable. A long walk but no way could these two afford a donkey, and anyway, he would have ridden it, not her.

Resting with the child the aroma of sheep from the shepherds who spoke of choirs of angels above must have increased their wonder as to what all this was about. Some time later the Magi arrived, a complete contrast to the shepherds who reflected the lowest in society. How many Magi arrived is unknown though three gifts were left. Three men sitting on camels pointing at a star while carrying a flask of coffee and a pack of sandwiches does not reflect the thousand mile journey from Babylon the men took to find the child. The star, possibly a conjunction of Saturn and another planet, was observed in Babylon and China in 7 BC and again in 5 BC and possibly this was the ‘star’ they saw. These men left precious gifts which was just as well as soon after they were walking again, this time to Egypt. King Herod, a sick man who found paranoia easy to excuse, bumped off all those children under two as soon as he could to ensure his Kingdom was safe.

He then promptly died in 4 BC, unmourned.

With Jesus return expected soon Jesus followers did not spend much time remembering his birth. Just looking to where he was working was more important. Informing the world of his death for their sins, his rising from the dead and the need to turn to him, and the day when we shall all stand before his throne was what was important.

It took many decades before people began to consider Matthew and Luke’s birth accounts of Jesus as worth celebrating. Who decided this first is unclear and many began to dispute the date in the 3^rd century. By 336 AD Christmas was being held on December 25^th, possibly because this was nine months after the ‘Annunciation,’ or perhaps because the Roman Solstice occurred on that date. In truth no-one actually knows the date when Jesus took human form but it was more likely to be between March and May rather than December. Anyway, the shops are busy at this time of year so who wishes to be giving birth then?

Winter in the Northern Hemisphere is a cold, dreary place for many and the winter solstice, the day the nights begin to grow longer, is always welcomed with celebration. I suspect that way back in the days just after the last Ice Age some 10,000 years ago the peoples there knew exactly the date of the solstice and celebrated just as we would. ‘Christmas’ now takes that place for most.

In the British Isles the celebration became a 12 day event, ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas,’ and for a people mostly living a hard life in poverty this was an excuse to party at a time when parties may well have been few. Food and drink began to be taken in great excess especially during the very cold 1500’s.

The Reformation however soon interrupted the enjoyment. The drunkenness, violence and excess led to much bother and the celebration was seen as ‘Papist superstition’ by the growing number of Puritans. Scotland eventually banned this ‘superstition’ in 1640, although under Charles II this was lifted for a time from 1680 until 1690 when it was reimposed. By 1712 the Act was lessened and Christmas once again became the centre of the English winter. None can explain however why the Charles Dickens type Victorian Christmas became so popular. Possibly in England people rejoice in Rickets, poverty and slums? None of these appear on the Victorian Christmas cards I notice. Scotland continued to celebrate New Year rather than Christmas well into the 20^th century. Indeed Christmas Day only became a holiday in 1958 and Boxing day only in 1974. Quite how the Church of Scotland did not notice the feasting and drinking at New Year is not explained.

For many years Christmas has been nothing but a sentimental, commercial exploitation! Christ, his birth, death and resurrection exchanged for an imaginary Santa Claus figure flying through the air on a sled pulled by reindeer, while plastic snowmen are found lit up all around, even in the middle East! I am not convinced it was meant to be like this?

Even the best churches fall for the ‘empty, vain, Christmas.’ Christmas trees, a pagan symbol, worshipped in central and eastern Europe are found in every church. Prince Albert started this and the camp followers of royalty soon decided they had to do the same. No-one questioned the purpose, no-one objected. So now glistening trees drop pine needles into peoples feet in churches everywhere while lights flicker and go out with annoying rapidity, while none question why there is a ‘Fairy’ on the top!

Is this what Christmas should be?

The good side is found where people get the family together again, often the only time bar funerals and weddings. All this is good, presents, food and drink consumed, games played, children excited, punches exchanged (the men are just as bad) and all cannot wait to do it again next year.

Christians remember Jesus came, and look to him coming again, proper churches of course do this every Sunday, and they renew their decision to follow him weekly, indeed daily as they ought.

No Santa required, Jesus presence and forgiveness is enough.

 

Boris, Pies & That Guy on the Internet...

New European

Today saw the last PMQs of the year.  I ignored it.  The report however indicates that whatever the question Boris ignored it and gave an answer that suited him, even if totally irelevant to the question asked.  The PM at PMQs has always had the ability to avoid giving a straight answer, all advantages lie with the sitting PM, the Leader of the Opposition is often floundering against a brick wall.  However, Boris takes this to the obvious conclusion and just bare-faced lied throughout.  Only complimentary points made by 'Arslikan' back benchers get a warm response, though even Boris knows they would stab him in the back if required.  

So it goes on.  I ignore it as this false question time is a waste of time.  With a disorganised opposition unsure of where it is headed, a government heading for a 'No Deal' as ordered by Mr Putin and those money changers, nothing will save the nation from the disaster of Brexit.  Only the Good Lord stepping in will save us and it appears he is allowing this nation the leaders this nation deserves!

Stock up now while you still can!

Murdoch Brothers

Around 5 pm last night I had a call from that nice Mr Murdoch, Graham to his customers, concerning my missing 12 pies.  Apologising for failing to read the order properly and promising to send the missing 12 pies ASAP he had kindly taken the time to call and put things right.

It appears he has only had three Sunday's off in 9 months as 'Lock Down' has increased his sales resulting in wearing him out.  Of course that is his fault, Butchers offering tastless pies do not have this bother! 

This is a reflection of those who have been isolated, had shops shut, and local butchers not local enough for them.  This also reflects on the care of Murdoch Brothers service as people keep re-ordering from them!  Well done to him!

Now to eat...

 

Tier 3 Handymen with Pies!

 

We have an electrician somewhere in the building.  He is 'finishing off' what he started some weeks ago.  'Finishing off' means 'repairing' as far as I can see, but I may be wrong.  He started in flat 2, has moved to flat 3, and is most probably in his van scoffing cheese sandwiches as I write.  I just wish he would come here, finish the job, and depart so I can get on.  

Ah!  Thumping in the stairwell, such banging can only indicate a professional is at work.  I have let him in and moved away so he can make a mess far from me.  I had better get the hoover out...

Yesterday I awaited another electrician, this one would change the electric meter for a 'smart meter' so I can save the planet and avoid struggling up and down the stairs into the basement.  I waited most of the day before he arrived.  He was friendly efficient and wasting his time.  These meters require a phone signal, which they cannot receive in the basement.  Further, being on the 1st floor meant the meter could not reach that far to the wee box that would give me a read out.  It was interesting to note the meter number the man had differed from mine!  I have only had the meter about 20 years, and he claimed it was the newest one there!  So that days wait was a waste.  Poor man was so helpful I felt for him wasting his time.   

With the worker arriving I thought I had better head to Tesco early.  A quick scoot around and I got almost all required, bar the things I forgot!  At the checkout two of the girls were getting anxious, they often do near me, but as the supervisor came over I noticed a drugged up chap heading past me for the door.  The girls stopped him and attempted to remove the bottle of 'Captain Morgan' rum and two beer bottles from him while next to me.  He was unwilling so I grabbed his arm and the rum and they got the beer as he ran for the door.  Complimentary words were ushered in his direction as he staggered out.  Attempting to rob while on drugs is not the best way.  Both he and his brother are often at it, well known to the stores here.  It's all rather sad really, it shows how desparate the boys are, it upsets the girls who have to intervene, but it did make me a wee bit more popular by aiding them.  No discount mind! 

So far it has been a busy week.  The church met on Sunday, masked, discliplined, "Don't touch the seat" even though you sit on them, no singing, and no conversation until outside in the rain!  

Jesus was there so it was worth it.  

Nothing has been 'settled' this week.  Always something online, email, handyman, or Christmassy to deal with.  I even missed Northern Irish football last night because of this!  

My life can be hard at times.

Now when the electrician returns, he has done a bit and will finish it in and hour - he says, and after that I have peace until Thursday when the new washing machine arrives.  If all goes well!

 

 

 

Of course it may be the imposition of Tier 3 on Essex may stop the vanmen delivering my machine.  I may remain smelling like a sewage dump for a wee bit longer if that is the case.  While all agree 'LockDown' is justified, and after the open invitation from the chancellor to 'eat out' spreading the infection it is not surprise people are sick.  Add to this those who gather in crowds claiming the virus is a hoax, and indeed the many Tory writers in the media lying in their teeth about the virus and its effects, yes Allison Pearson I mean you!  These things encourage people to be slack re distancing and meeting people with the inevitable result.  The ones who suffer are the grans and granddads trapped indoors unable to meet grandchildren, or those unable to get out and remain lonely with no-one to care.  The confusion as to what is allowed, shops open, gyms open, pubs serving takeaways, schools open even though many spread the virus...it's all a mess!  I accept such organisation is difficult but the whole thing is still shambolic and will remain so for some time.

 

 

Once again my 'settled' life is upset.  I ordered 24 Scotch Pies from Murdochs in Forres, and waited expectantly, with fridge and freezer door open and awaiting eagerly.  Today they arrived, or at least only 12 arrived!  One box, 12 pies while 24 paid for!  

I e-mailed them at once, hastening to the laptop while storing the goods away.   So far only an automatic 'your goods have been delivered' e-mail has been received.  I hope they reply soon or they may get an expensive phone call from an upset customer...

I bet they are laughing in Costa Rica...

 

 

Front Pages!

 

 

It was to be an 'Oven Ready Deal.'  There would be 'sovereignty,' we would trade freely with the world, 'our' fishing would be protected, farmers would be paid, opportunities would appear everywhere.

Now we have 'Gunboats' in the channel?

Where are these 'gunboats' when Russian trawlers or Naval vessels pass close to Scottish waters?  They do not appear at those times, what vessels we have left are on the English south coast.   It is said the Royal Navy has put FOUR ships on standby to fight off French Trawlers.  Commando's are ready to leave helicopters and land on offending 'Frogies!' But surely we had a deal, didn't we?  The propaganda promised there would be a deal!     

Of course there is no deal, 'No Deal' was always on the cars, it is what the 'Hedge-Fund' men want, they will make a killing from this.  One, Crispin Odey, is said to have bet £300 million on a 'No Deal.'  I cannot imagine Rees-Mogg is not also well into this, Farage and his friends will be rejoicing at 'No Deal.'  

Whether all these tales are true or not we must add the Russian influence on Boris.  Russian money has flooded into the Consrvative Party in recent years, and that Nice Mr Putin does not like to waste cash.  What was the purpose, bar separating the UK from the EU?   Who will benefit from the disaster that awaits us?  The Hedge-fund men, who will use their EU passports (bought from Malta possibly) to live abroad, the Russians, and Boris himself, lining his pockets to enjoy his soon to be retirement from politics.

 

A disaster looms, a nation gets the leadership its behaviour deserves.

 

The only other story in town, not counting the never ending, continuing Royal corruption/sycophancy ones, is the death of Barbara Windsor.  The poor lass died of age and dementia, and she never headed a ball in her life, and now is seen as a 'National Treasure.'  Playing a flirty bint most of her life gave her employment for long enough, I think she appeared in 9 'Carry On' films, and probably disliked them as much as the other cast members did.  However, an actor has to take what comes along.  At least Sid James liked her.

Now the tabloids are using her once again to line their pockets, not that they will do much for the dementia situation, but clearly, as with the royals, there is money to be made here!

 

Boris, EU, Charity Adverts

A friend, I do have them, in a far distant land, shares cheap Christmas tokens with me each year.  One year I received a pencil with a knot in it, another year a short string of glittering blue tinsel.  Obviously she does not appreciate the cost of the two tea bags I sent her!  This is her offering this year, possibly this could be construed as a political gesture, and with Boris now somewhere in the EU selling out so that he can obtain a 'No Deal' as he and his money changers have been looking for all along, then he can start blaming the EU for intransigence.  

I mentioned on Twitter last night that this trip was a scam, no deal was going to happen as 'No Deal' was what he has been looking for and this is just another balloon from the bumbling, lying balloon.  It was frightening to read peoples responses.  There is out there still a number, a large number, of people who believe in Boris.  People who consider 'No Deal' a good thing, people who do not think January 1st will lead to shortages, people who will not open their minds to anything but what they wish to believe.  While Boris panders to these people in Brussels his friends who demanded Brexit are all moving their business overseas.

 

I came across this German cartoon the other day and thought it appropriate...

On a slightly different subject, this morning I received a magazine, I can read yu know, and inside the plastic wrapper alongside said mag was an invitation to give a subscription to a friend, an advert for a 'Special Pensioners' hearing aid, though it did not qualify how to be a 'special pensioner,' an offer (£83 plus P&P) for 12 bottles of wine, considerably cheaper in Tesco I wish to point out, an advert for health insurance to rob us, and eight (8) requests for money from various charities.  Corum, Crisis, Blind Veterans, Trussel Trust, Lifeboats, Zane (who?), YMCA and Water Aid!  All this doubled the weight of the magazine!  Oh yes, and something dangerous was also included, a small advert, indeed a booklet, from an organisation calling itself PostScrpt.  This is a bookshop selling books!  

Comparing this to a pile of requests for charitable cash leaves me feeling too guilty to purchase a book.  And if guilt, and that is what lies behind such requests at this time of year, if guilt forces me to send cash how do I decide who to give it too?  No doubt that those charities among them that I know are worthy, the others probably are also or this mag would not allow them, but how to decide?  Are the young needy more important than old?  Or Blind more important because they were servicemen?  Do children come before families or Lifeboats? It can all become very confusing.

Naturally I dump them in the recycling bag.

I have given to various charities, month by month, sometimes for years, then if I had any cash I decided to let the money collect and give a bundle to something I truly thought worth it.  There are all around such places, from the Food Bank to local homeless hostels, young folks and the like, and there are always things near and far that could be helped.  I just like to imagine that what I give can do something for others.  My mates church in London helps the 'Street People,' many of whom sleep under bushes in Hyde Park, and weekly they give out foodpacks in these virus days.  This when the church income has been slashed, some 75% of the income has gone, and therefore so has many staff.  However, he believes the work must continue and Jesus will help.

Come January 1st we shall begin to see real need again.  What social services we have will soon face cuts, the NHS, over burdened still, will also be cut, and how many US investors will arrive?  The Food Banks may need more help, the people operating the food banks will also require assistance soon, 2020 is seen as a dark year, I suspect for many it will become darker.

 

 

Dementia and Fascism...

Guardian

 

This man is Steve Thompson, he won the Rugby World Cup in 2003, that's 17 years ago, and now appears to be suffering dementia.  Rugby Union has always been a rough sport.  Middle Class men showing off their strength to one other and to themselves, barging into one another with gay abandon and making light of injuries recieved and given, sometimes because of the game, sometimes deliberately to hurt.  The Gentleman's Sport!

I have always seen rugby union as rough, an excuse for violent attitudes to be released yet disguised as 'sport.' And since the introduction of 'professionalism' a few years ago the game got harder and more violent.  Big, well prepared men banging into one another cannot be expected to avoid long term damage.  Professionalism introduced larger, fitter, and bigger men, into the game.  Only now are we seeing the results.

Much publicity has been gven to football for old men suffering dementia, heading the ball is given as the reason.  Personally I accept that may well play a part, esepecially with those who were introduced to football via the Brown Leather 'Filly' Ball that once was the only option.  This ball, a mere pound in weight, soon doubled its weight as water and mud off the grubby pitches stuck.  The fact that pitches were not level, heavy with mud and water all added up to a heavy weight and this caused the ball to spend much more time in the air thus endangering those who were required to deal with it.  A 'Filly' hitting you in the face, even on a good day, could knock you out, as I once discovered!  The potential damage to centre halves in particular must have been serious.

Since the late 50's however a new type of ball was introduced, white in colour, easier to see, lighter, more resistant to gathering water, yet still with much improvements required.   The 'T' Ball was soon replaced by the 'Mitre' ball and in the last 20 years al sorts of ball made from a variety of substances have been introduced, thus lighter for the players and more hazardous for the goalkeepers as this type of ball swerves in the air more often.  

Several great Heart of Midlothian players have suffered this way, it is not known how many suffered in years that went before, as there are many ways to die, the NHS has in these times has given us a longer lifespan than that enjoyed by men of yore.  Yet not all old men suffer dementia, indeed many more women suffer this as any geriactric ward will testify, and they from a variety of backgrounds and intellectual levels.  David Holt, the great Hearts left back of the early 60's was seen in the paper recently, at 82, continuing to live with a normal brain capacity.  Laurie Reilly, the Hibernian centre forward died at 84 also fully in control of his mind so far as is known.  Indeed close to his death he was still working on match days as a 'welcomer' to the club visitors. 

Therefore it is not just heading a ball that needs investigation, there are many other threats that lead to dementia, what could they be?  Until around 1970 most men in football would have begun with the 'Filly' ball, men in rugby would have begun in the amateur game but the headbanging would have been similar throughout time.  Men born in the 30's may well have endured a poor upbringing, large family, poor nourishment, war rations, even military service, and I supect most, if not all, smoked.  Beer drinking also may have been constant and most men would finish their career by the age of 32 or so.

Later generations have learned about diet, fitness and health care but not all had such luxuries in the past.  So, how much does family background, age, diet and other possible infuelces have on dementia? It is likely banging heads in rugby, especially since the professional game began, has had effects, it is likely those heading the old ball in the past had an effect, yet not all suffer dementia.  

It is terrible to watch people suffer, and I am a wee bit unsure about those jumping to conclusions re the cause as they are doing at the minute.  Much more in depth research is required, not a tabloid led 'knee-jerk response.

 

The New European

 

You may not have know that the Labour Party had a 'Shadow Minister for Faith,' I did not even know we had a 'Minister for Faith,' but there again so many people are required to pretend there is a governing class that you never can be sure of what those MPs in Westminster are actually doing.  

This one, whatever else she did, if indeed she did anything at all, commented that "...that registrars who have a religious objection to same-sex marriages should be protected from losing their jobs if they refuse to certify the partnership."  Howls of anguish from the gay lobby!  Such howls that she has now 'stood down' from her role and claims she 'apologised sincerely for misjudged remarks.'

Really?

Misjudged?  Who says so?  Blatant discrimination against the conscience, now passed into Law, is clear and wrong, yet when this is stated she has to go?  We live today in a fascist state.  The morals of the people have no centre, they rely soley on what is most popular at the time, the idea of 'right and wrong' have been removed and replaced blatanly in front of us by 'Political Correctness,' a false morality that accepts what is wrong and rejects anyone who indicates that this is so.  Hence the murder of children kileld by abortion and the feeble excuses offered for this crime, the acceptance of same-sex marriage and gay behaviour as if it were normal.  The abuse of those who indicate such abnormal behaviour is unnatural is now common.  The lunatics now run the asylum.  

The vast majority keep quiet, not wishing to get into trouble, politicians join in as they want votes, the courts and media, now run by Oxbridge graduates who emerged in the 60's and 70's smoking dope and releasing their own problems onto the world now oppose those who speak the truth, they fail to understand why anyone would disagree with their view.  An open mind is not allowed in a Nazi state.  Soon the books will be getting burnt, look out for that down your street, it will be too late to object then.

I note this women stood down, offering feeble apologies so she might get another job later.  She spoke the truth but she clearly has no faith stronger than 'Look after number one.'  I suspect we will see her again, but she will not be worth listening to. 

 

Clebs and Vaccine...

 

The papers this morning offer many stories like this.  'B' celebs jumping on the cheap publicity bandwagon by volunteering to 'take the jab' to 'encourage' others to do the same.  Looking around the list and noting the growing demand (in the press) for royalty and other 'important' persons to be given the vaccine first I thought to myself how much they differ in approach to myself.  Instead of these needless individuals I suggest weeding the herd, avoid this lot, give the vaccine to those who need it, those in the forefront of society today, supermarket workers, postmen, dustbin men, nurses in hospitals and local surgeries, doctors, hospital staff, porters and receptionists, care workers and other support workers.   Give the vaccine to those who need it, keep it from those we can easily do without and by who's loss we would all benefit.  You can add all press men to those that do not require vaccinating also!

 

Nothing else happened...

 

 

Flu Jab for BBC ALBA

 

Early this morning I took myself round the corner for the Flu Jab.  Last year they gave this jab alongside the pneumonia one, a fortnight later I had a cold that lasted until May!  I await this year with trepidation. Today this was a case of joining the chilled people outisde the surgery, called in one door, ticked off a list, told to stand on the yellow mark, then ordered in, identified, jacket off, needle in, jacket on, out the other door and off to Sainsburys.

It all took around two minutes and the line was moving along happily.  I did suggest she spoke quietly when saying "You are over 65..."  but she refused to believe I was 32!  The girls in Sainsburys took a  smilar attitude in spite of my youthful looks. They did not believe I was blonde either, claiming my hair was gray.

I did not try this in the Butchers, not with those knives around. As I filled my freezer I noticed one butcher was butchering an entire sheep, I commented that it is many years since I have seen an actual animal in the flesh, or what flesh was left of it in any shop.  All comes in plastic packets today.  I clearly remember the butcher in Granton Road, sawdust on the floor for the blood, a long line of cows and sheep hanging from hooks on the wall beside us, and the man scribbling a note which mum passed to the lass behind a glass frame who took her money.  Cash being considered unhygenic!  This local butcher is very hygenic, and indeed well worth going to.  The shop is part of a chain in this area and moved in a couple of years ago when the previous man closed down, they have several shops in other towns, and his meat is worth having.  I did not ask for pies.

Now my freezer is full, meat lies awaiting in the fridge, so what could I have for tea?  Chips and tinned salmon!  Too tired to cook!

 

This afternoon I had a happy time watching the Heart of Midlothian dispose of a worthy Greenock Morton side at Cappilow.  Now it was claimed the last time we were there was 33 years ago!  I was last there a good few years before that, and there was no grass to speak off on the pitch in those days.  

Today however I ventured there by PPV TV.  A great idea that allows us to pay a small amount (£14 I paid this week, to see the game.  The fact that the thing switched itself off FOUR times before kick off did not endear me to the situation, others also suffering stalled pictures and blank screen.  No replay came to our cries.  However when the game began the picture remained constant and all was good, or as good as PPV TV can make it.

One thing stood out for me was that the camera used covered the football match!  By that I mean it watched the game, it did not desperately seek out the back of the managers head, needless replays, close up's of the back of players heads, more replays and following a player when the ball is in action rather than watch the game!    

This indeed was exactly what occurred when later I watched Motherwell disintigrate while playing Hibs.  I say watched, but I mean watched a collection of video Pannini stickers as BBC ALBA insisted on ignoring the game, as they usually do, instead searching out individual players for meaningless baloney from the Gaelic speaking commentators who ignore the actual game in front of them!

I sometimes feel this is done to force people to attend games in person, even now.

The PPV is a great idea, which I hope can be extended, some problems remain however.  The camera is I believe one of those 'A1' things, set to follow the ball.  This caused problems at one game when the camera insisted in following the bald head of the referee!  Maybe he ought to wear a cap?

Sky and Premier, it must be said, are just as bad.  Following the game is less important than the tabloid Hack seeking a story when none exist.

Bah!

 

 

Snow!

 

 

The horrible reality of winter arrived this morning.  I rose from a warm bed to find a cold floor inside and snow inches thick outside.  Snow, horrible, cold, dangerous stuff is not what I want at 7:40 in the morning!  I at once complained to the council and demanded it be stopped, cleared away and replaced by Spring sunshine.  I have to say that the man on the other end was somewhat unhelpful in my eyes.  Having no need to leave the house I was satisfied enough that others would be 'enjoying' the event, although I suspect the postman and all those delivery dfrivers that ring my bell to deliver to my neighbour will not be one of them...

Looking at the stuff falling cheerily from the gray skies above I considered upping to Portugal for the warmth.  It was then I remembered watching Portugese football the other day and the rain was pouring down!  Portugal is on the Atlantic also!  I mean it may be the 'Bay of Biscay' or some such but the effect is the same.  At least the rain is warmer there.  They chances of such luck are fading fast so I remain here, feet stuck under the radiator, awaiting Spring.

 

Scots Parliament

 

The Presiding Officer of the Scottish Parliament, one Ken MacIntosh, has announced that the proposed 5.1% increase on MSPs salaries does not go ahead.  With the struggling economic position of so many in the country and with the added problem of Covid, he tactfully omitted to say 'Brexit next,' it was felt that such an increase would be 'inappropriate.'  MSPs are paid £64000 or so a year and that incudes last years 1.4% increase.  Cabinet ministers, paid more, have had their salary frozen since 2008/9.  We await the situation with the £3000 a year MPs in Westminster have been awarded and have yet to accept or reject.  Some Bookies will make a mint on that decision!

 

 

Online Shopping

Such a busy day.  Yesterday, being the 1st of December, I posted my cards, some including cheap gifts.  Weighed, stamped, posted, I then sat down to order online the other items.  

I thought this would be straight forward, and to some extent it was, however there were difficulties.  For a start, the ideal gift suddenly did not look so good, the next in line was 'out of stock,' and selection of a suitable item was taking longer than intended.  How people survive who wait until the last week before buying I know not.  One problem was the various systems used by different companies.  Just because a  company has a straight forward website does not mean that paying is straightforward!  Oh no, filling in boxes, losing them, filling in boxes again and then paying, I chose to use 'PayPal' whenever because it is easy and indeed saved much time, filling in other boxes and then being offered extras!  One large company asked very strange questions 'for security.'  I almost changed my mind there as they did not use PayPal but their own 'Card' or 'paying system' which was on offer, however I used Visa at that one.  Eventually, by late afternoon, all this was over and Christmas was more or less complete. 

One or two things more to obtain which needs to be done next week and then there are the cards from forgotten folks to find.  I went out today and bought some more but ensured I first queried the situation with the Curate about cards at the church.  It will not be possible to exchange them in the normal pattern owing to Coronovirus, and I wished to save cash by not buying them to ensure people were aware of this.  Therefore I will use email cards this year again.  

The cards I bought were to fill gaps.

Naturally, I was wrong!

Today I spent hours searching for less pricey gifts for 5 people.  Once again I searched the web, once again my eyes were spinning looking at pictures of grossly overpriced goodies, once again I struggled to choose, once again I fought the buying system!  

Once again I eventually won!  How happy was I?  How smug and self-satisfied at my success!

Then I got an email from a woman asking "What?"

Somehow I got addresses mixed up and moved myself a mile down the road.

All sorted.

This means my expensive and intriguing gifts and last years left over cards begin to fall through letterboxes across the nation.  In the next week the gifts ought to all have arrived ensuring guilt rises within many hearts.  Some will scramble for cards, addresses, sellotape, wrapping paper, and scissors.  Some will scrutinise pages similar to the ones on the interweb I scurried through, many will use similar words as they choose, select, fight with systems, and they hope succeed with their quest.

I meanwhile will sit with a smug grin ready for the one or two slip-ups in my own work and awaiting the cards and presents pouring through my door.

Maybe I had better replace the batteries in that doorbell?

 

In between spending money I took a break and spent money.  To book into the Morton v Heart of Midlothian game I had to go onto their website and book.  I had to do this hurridley as it cost £14 and went up to £16 at midnight!  What a con I say!  All this to ensure they get a good idea of the numbers and obtain cash.  

Once again I logged in, filled in boxes, different from the East Fife, Alloa and Heart of Midlothian ones, got it wrong, at least it all disappeared, started again, finished, was told it had been removed, but it has gone through and has not been removed.  

I will find out on Saturday afternoon!

All this makes me wonder how government offices work, they still use old Microsoft OS I believe.  Civil servants everywhere must be pulling their hair out daily if it is anything like this.  I suppose they are used to it and can make an excuse for 'losing things' this way?