Saturday, 10 March 2012

The Sodbury Festivals


We need something here to attract visitors and bring in foreign money - from say Dursley.


  • The Old Sodbury Literary Festival?
  • The Chipping Sodbury Fringe?
  • The Little Sodbury End Arts Festival?
  • The Lesser Sodbury Food Festival?
  • The Sodbury-sub-Hamden Cheese Rolling Festival?
  • The Sodbury-cum-Whychwood Cat Skinning Championships? 
  • The Bloody Sodbury Assizes & Executions. Mmmmm, I like that one!

Friday, 9 March 2012

Appraisal Time


It's that time of year again. Have you been appraised at work yet?

Load of nonsense - a tick-box exercise to justify HR's existence, if you ask me. I have a theory that appraisal time invariably correlates with a drop in revenues.

The good manager manages his or her people on a daily or weekly basis, not once or twice a year. The clue is in the job title.

Got any good appraisal paragraphs I can cut and paste?




Thursday, 8 March 2012

Galling in the Teeth of China - Boo!


Actress: "His gall bladder is compromised."


Hay: "Where's your gall bladder, Badger?"

Chairman: "Gaul?"


No.1 Son: "Boo!"

Chairman: "Never creep up on a man who is trained to kill."


In a moment of ennui we were watching a TV program about Gok Wan trying to discover his heritage in China (I assure you there was nothing else on). There was a factory where they apparently make London cabs. A slogan printed over the production line read; "Efficient Execution". I suppose that means one bullet for 3 men.

I was brushing my tooth last night and pondering why nature gave us such imperfect tools for chewing food.


Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Credo (If I Had One)


God. If such an entity exists, must surely be the one manifest and present in all creation; impersonal, beyond rational analysis and incapable of comprehension by the human intellect – usually termed the God of Spinoza (or the God of Nature), the same one Einstein espoused.


Organised religions are philosophically rationalised, unnecessarily extrapolated (well beyond the reach of Occam’s Razor) interpretations of the founder’s search for a personal relationship with God. This search for a rationalised, personal God reached its apogee in Calvinism, where God is given fully human attributes – which makes him a bit scary to say the least and rather unpalatable (think Margaret Thatcher).


Any deep search for a personal relationship with the infinite would appear to demand a high degree of mysticism, often involving fasting, sleep deprivation, meditation, withdrawal from daily life, intense prayer, drugs or even sex to produce an altered state of mind receptive to the immanent. Some can achieve this rapture or union through communal song, watching the precise timing of the Riverdance finale (I know - I was there) or having been present at a Led Zep or Pink Floyd gig.


Such altered states have generally shown to lead to a conversation with one’s own subconscious, the result being nothing more theologically valid than one’s existing personal prejudices tinged with a fleeting feeling of connection with something greater than oneself – interpreted as ‘the infinite’. The analogy I would use is the good and bad drug ‘trip’. In the words of Meister Eckhart, a 13th and 14th century Dominican mystic: "The Eye with which I see God is the same Eye with which God sees me." 


This feeling of immanence bolsters and buffers the pre-existing beliefs and prejudices of the 'adept', as evidenced by some people doing incredibly evil things under the firm belief they were told to do it by God. Basically, if you’re a bad bugger to start with, glimpsing the infinite will make you infinitely worse; if you’re good, you become infinitely holier-than-thou - and insufferable.


It is not coincidental that Moses, Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed and a host of religiously inspired sages prefaced their ministry with the adoption of ascetic practises – fasting in the wilderness for 40 days, periods of intense meditation, spending years living up a pole, etc. Only the Buddha seems to have focused on attaining an egoless state of mind and emptying his head of all thought and longing, which is perhaps why he didn’t see a 'god' in his experience of the ‘infinite’ - just bloke things.


Some seekers simply suffer from schizophrenia and are unable to distinguish their own internal voices from real external ones – reality and fantasy become blurred – a bit like being David Cameron.


All glimpses of the infinite are as valid as any other and to presume your glimpse has any more validity (while natural, due to it being subjective and totally personal) is both presumptuous and hubristic. Therefore the polytheist’s view is as valid as that of the monotheist – they are merely different views of the same psychological phenomenon, mediated through cultural and personal filters. Living in Manchester doesn't bode well for your transcendental experience.


I don’t disbelieve than man is a spiritual entity – I simply believe spirituality is man’s attempt to define his relationship with the infinite universe. Thus atheists can be as spiritual as the theist, if not more so due to the absence of needlessly extrapolated religious dogma based on a foundation of sand through the search for a non-existent personal God and a philosophical focus on the nature and attributes of God, rather than its essence.


It is from a rationalistic search for the nature of God (and utter certainty) that fundamentalism arises – If we assume he’s thus, then God must also have this attribute and think so-and-so. It’s all based on anthropomorphism and an assumption God is entirely like us – heaven forbid!

If God is present in everything (including us), then the laws of nature necessarily flow from God with the consequence that there can be no such phenomena as miracles, prophesy or anything we call the supernatural – they would be against the natural order (or ‘will of God’, if you prefer a theological metaphor, despite Spinoza’s God not having a will).


However, I don’t believe in God – only the incredible beauty and majesty of the universe, the mind-blowing power of quantum mechanics, the enigma of consciousness and the break-up of large banks.


Yesterday my son was told by his physics teacher that it is not possible to create something from nothing. If you're religious, you won't believe this; if you know anything of inflation or quantum fluctuations, you also won't believe this. Physics teachers should surely know about quantum fluctuations and inflation.



Tuesday, 6 March 2012

The Price of Excercise


Hay wants me to do some exercise. Having watched some TV program about 4 minutes of really hard exercise a week on an exercise bike being enough, I thought I'd get one.

Went on eBay and put in a bid on a tatty old exercise bike having some rust, but local. Thought I'd go as high as £10, thinking I was in with a good chance. Well, a bidding frenzy ensued - bloody thing went for £196. The buggers went berserk and paid well over the odds! This is it:


Hay then went on Amazon and got a brand new cross-trainer / exercise bike for £75. 


Which would you rather have? The only problem is that it comes in bits and I have to mantle it first.

Got it wrong yesterday about the 1,000th post. Yesterday was the 1,000th, not today's.

I hear the Scottish government is to hold a competition to name the new Forth crossing. The Fith crossing?


Monday, 5 March 2012

Remantling Magic for the 999th Time


If you dismantle something and then rebuild it, are you actually remantling it? Can you in fact mantle anything in the first place?

I was listening to an interview on Radio 4 yesterday morning concerning the recent case of a child being killed due to his carers’ belief he was practising witchcraft – the so-called witchcraft trial. 

A bishop was asked whether he believed witchcraft existed. Said bishop was desperate to avoid being asked whether it existed as a practise that works, as he would then be open to defending his brand of magic against that of witchcraft; admit to one working and you must logically admit to the other doing so too. Of course, neither works. 

Tomorrow is my 1,000th post. I've actually posted a lot more, but I had to remove several hundred posts due to the ex insisting any pictures of the kids being deleted. Not sure why, but what the hell.


Sunday, 4 March 2012

Transubstantiating Starman Booze


Cardinal Keith O'Brien has accused the government of redefining reality. I'm not sure what's got his goat now, but I guess what he means is something like the dogma of transubstantiation.


If it looks like a biscuit and tastes like a biscuit, chances are it is a biscuit and not a bit of bloke, no matter what ritual incantations one makes over it. To change one substance into another you have to actually do something physical to it - not merely utter magical words.

There were reports of a comet streaking across Britain's skies last night. There have already been sightings of a nude Jeff Bridges.


I see Cameron is protecting middle class alcoholics by only putting up the price of cheap booze. Thank God he's not putting the price of meths up!


Saturday, 3 March 2012

Overheard About the Olympics Crematorium


The Chairman and Hay are watching a news report about some swimmer's bid to be in the in the Olympic swimming team.

Hay: "Her conk ain't very streamlined."

Chairman: "A popular misconception - acts like a drop keel and aids hydrodynamic stability." 


A crematorium in Bath is to remove a cross etched into one of its windows as part of a renovation. The object of the exercise is to make the place a little more ecumenical and less a bastion of in-your-face, Anglo Saxon, masculine Christianity.

People wishing to worship a deity during the process of incinerating their loved ones will be free to wheel in whatever magic symbol they wish as the case dictates, but the local council is keen not to permanently stamp the place with the iconography of one particular, and largely irrelevant sect.


A local militant Christian (and probably Anglican - one of God's own) is up in arms, complaining of rampant secularisation and generating a petition on behalf of his co-religionists to retain the cross.

What has this country come to? Did our ancestors fight several bloody crusades and slaughter hundreds of thousands of Muslims (and a few innocent Jews and Byzantine heretics on the way) for this? I demand Christian iconography be emblazoned across all our public buildings to demonstrate just how intolerant of other religions (and atheists) we really are.

I also think we should reintroduce the blasphemy laws, witch trials and set about recapturing the Holy Land - I shall write to my MP about it. There is only one God, she regularly attends Conservative party conferences, rides to hounds and is worshipped in the shires.


Friday, 2 March 2012

Jesus' Tomb Found


Some blokes in Jerusalem have found what they claim to be the family tomb of Jesus under a block of flats.

The evidence for this is what they believe to be an etching of a fish symbol (below) representing  Jonah's whale on one of the tombs, which became one of the first symbols of Christianity.


Now personally I think this theory is baldersdash, as this is plainly an etching of a spacecraft (proving beyond a shadow of a doubt Erich von Daniken's theory that aliens visited us in the past), or at the very least a comet. Note the similarity with the image of the USS Enterprise from the Bayeux Tapestry.


In any case, it's simply not possible for there to be any remains of Jesus, as the bible tells us that he commanded his mates to hide the evidence by drinking his blood and eating his flesh (possibly with some fava beans and a nice chianti), leaving no earthly trace of his remains whatsoever.


Thursday, 1 March 2012

Making Money While the Sun Shines


As of yesterday we're making money - the solar PV system was hooked up to the grid at midday and we started generating electricity from that big yellow nuclear reactor in the sky.


During cloud at about 2pm it was generating 300W and when the skies cleared it was peaking at a shade over 3kW - enough to drive a kettle. Stood there for ages watching the money coming in. By 4pm, with a clear sky, it was still generating 1kW and we amassed some 8 kW/h during the day. That's £3.44 from the feed-in tariff.

Come summer, and the sun being higher, we should be peaking at about 4.5kW, or thereabouts.

Seriously considering getting a 12V battery bank and saving the power for night-time use, rather than pumping it out to the proles who won't appreciate the quality artisan electricity.

N-Power sent us our first electricity bill the other day - £167 and we haven't even used any yet (the sockets have yet to be fitted in the house). The bastards estimated it - badly.

We were mooting house names, as houses round here don't have numbers at all. Some of the ideas we had included:

  • AGA Acres,
  • Cinnamon & Gooseberry Yoghurt Villas,
  • Toad Hall,
  • Posh Place,
  • Valhalla,
  • The Mead Hall,
  • Fondue House,
  • Seven Years of Scrimping and Saving Place,
  • The Sidings (we live near a railway line),
  • The Power Station,
  • Yate Whine Lodge (my personal favourite - Yate being the nearest town).