Saturday, 24 May 2014

The Power of Prayer in the 80s Music Scene


Your child has a virulent disease caused by a bacterium.

You have the option of an antibiotic or prayer not both - which would you choose?

Of course, God moves in mysterious ways and may not answer your prayer (well, not beyond chance probability). Antibiotics, however, are a tad more reliable.

Overheard while watching Culture Club's 'Church of the Poison Mind' on Vintage TV:

Chairman: "Who is the fat bird with the good voice doing the backing vocals?"

Hay: "Fattist and misogynist in the same breath!"

Chairman: "I think she's an immigrant."

The music of the 80s passed me by in the main - it was the backing track to a debauched lifestyle I was living at the time.


Friday, 23 May 2014

Voting Diplomacy


It strikes me that Vlad Putin is offended when it suits him politically to be offended. He doesn't really strike me as the kind of bloke who gives a fig for what people think about him, unless it's an opinion that can be used to boost his popularity at home. Russia's hesitancy in responding to the report demonstrates that admirably - anyone genuinely offended would have responded immediately.

It's neither here nor there as to whether the comparison by HRH is historically accurate, as we all know what he meant by it. What I find disturbing is that the Daily Mail saw fit to print what its reporter overheard within a private conversation. I never really saw the DM as anti-monarchist before now, not that I care one hoot about the monarchy myself - although Good Queen Bess has done a sterling job.

Charles needs to keep his private opinions private - and by that I mean he needs to be very careful about where, when and to whom he voices his opinion (it's part of his job description to be bland and opinionless in public); however, the DM needs to be a bit more heedful of the consequences of what it reports and whether it's in the UK's interests, rather than just in the interests of the DM.

The whole affair is reminiscent of Gordon Brown's 'bigoted woman' gaffe. The point of diplomacy is to dissemble and hide one's true feelings, and Charles is a diplomat by dint of birth. Perhaps he's just a chip off the old block - on his paternal side, naturally.

It's interesting to note that foreign policy was the prerogative of the monarchy until the House of Hanover came to the throne, at which point the House of Commons started to assume greater responsibility for the role, with continual diminution of the sovereign's prerogative in this respect from that point on as royal houses across Europe fell. 

Charles' namesake, Charles II, vigorously defended the Royal Prerogative over foreign policy and made it a condition of accepting the throne when invited to do so by Parliament. He was, after all, closely related to all the royal houses in Europe (some of which - like France - were still absolute monarchies) and thus in a unique position, within England at least, to have a feel for shifts in the balance of power, the maintaining of which was the prime focus of foreign policy.

Neither Hay nor I received our usual postal ballots for yesterday's European election, but we managed to get a vote nonetheless by visiting the polling station at the village hall. The staff there told us that of a total of 500 in the ward, only 135 had so far voted, although many of them could be postal voters.


Thursday, 22 May 2014

Immigrants, Steak, Elections, Cabbages and Kings


Apparently mozzies are moving into British cities - I wonder what UKIP has to say about that, almost as bad a Pikeys.

A few months ago we discovered skirt steak, also known as hanger steak or butchers' steak (and onglet by the French). It's a relatively thin cut from the underbelly and at £8 a kilo is less than half the price of your more usual rump or sirloin - but is, in my opinion, twice as tasty. It's best flash-fried rare or medium-rare and served sliced. Because it's so cheap, we have it at least once a week.

Anyhow, we had some left over in the fridge last night and I had a mouthful, cold, with salt and pepper. Now I have no idea who first thought of putting salt and pepper on meat, but the combination of cold, rare steak, salt and pepper is heavenly and an inspiration. I could never go veggie.

No idea who I'm meant to be voting for today - haven't heard from any of the candidates and haven't even received a voting slip through the post. All I have to go on is the party political propaganda broadcasts on TV and will just show up at the village polling station with some ID, hoping inspiration will hit me in time.

I'm not a fan of the EU, have no time for Ed Milliband (but admired his brother), don't trust Cameron's promises and would never vote for a single issue party like UKIP, the Greens or the Monster Raving Loony Party.

Need to find an Irascible, Country's Going to the Dogs Party. How about the Absolute Monarchy Party? Enlightened dictatorships and absolute monarchies at least have something going for them - they don't have to make false promises or pander to the lowest common denominator, however, the drawbacks are unthinkable - kings-in-waiting can start wars with Russia.


Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Political Football Entertainment


The political posturing by the various parties is sickening. All of them are pointing at the failings of their opposites, but not saying a word about what they would do differently on key issues. Watched the UKIP party political broadcast last night; they moaned about EU fishing quotas and green taxes. So there would be no fishing quotas to save fish stocks or green taxes to promote sustainable energy if they were in power? That would be a recipe for a green and pleasant land - not.

As for Richard Scudamore and his sexist emails. Until I heard this I was convinced that football, along with its tribalism, chest beating, hooliganism and rampant machismo, was a haven of gender neutrality in a sea of rampant misogyny within the rest of society. 

I see that Manchester United has appointed a Dutchman as its manager - bloody Dutchmen coming over here and taking all our jobs. How would you feel if a bunch of Dutchmen moved in next to you? Drug-crazed pornographers!

TV is more dire than ever and what passes for entertainment (or even a documentary) is banal in the extreme. I've thought of a new reality TV show called Sleep - just film people sleeping. Seems the majority of the masses would find that highly entertaining and mentally stimulating, in a mind numbing way.


Monday, 19 May 2014

A Swift Manoeuvre


Before we'd installed the windows in the house, a couple of swifts had used the upstairs oak beams as a nesting place. They'd flown in through the upstairs window (or non-window, as it was then).

Yesterday morning Hay was startled by a swift flying in though the same window.


Someone else was a bit startled too...


Neighbour's cat, who we call Orange and tends to take over the house the minute a door is open.

Our cat, Kitty, just raced all over the place looking for a way to grab the swift, her face etched into what we call her Itchy and Scratchy face.

The swift eventually flew out through the French doors downstairs.


Sunday, 18 May 2014

Table Top Aftermath


Made £41 at the table-top sale. Hayley did the table design and all the selling. She even sacrificed some of the produce to use as before-you-buy-samples.




Overheard in the village hall:

Female Customer: "Do you have anything without wheat?"

Had some sourdough starter for sale in little jars. Only 1 was bought, and I'll bet that ends up in the fridge for a week and then thrown out. Everyone is too busy these days to devote any time to something that requires a modicum of effort and patience.

My favourite pet hate has become T shirts and polos with any form of writing or image on them. They just look so scruffy. The village hall was bursting with middle-aged men wearing sad T shirts extolling how cool they are, or think they are.

Went to The Dog for dinner with No.1 Son and spotted a young bloke with an Australian accent who was passing himself off as a young Australian - but he couldn't have been, as he was wearing shorts with socks.


Saturday, 17 May 2014

And I Make My Own Dresses Too


Spent yesterday baking sourdough (wholemeal and white), garlic and rosemary focaccia and lemon drizzle cake for the table-top sale this afternoon at the village hall that Hayley roped me into.


That's only part of the haul. Also jarred up some of my sourdough starter to sell.

Tried an experiment on the focaccia - used a tin of French onion soup for half of the water content - Lidl are doing tins of the stuff for £0.79.

Baking in bulk is hideous if you don't have the equipment in bulk too.

I heartily detest this Redfyre AGA-style oven we bought. For all its size, we have 2 hotplates and 2 ovens, the normally aspirated of which (as opposed to fan assisted) takes forever to get to temperature. An absolute waste of money, space and weight - half of the front is either controls or simply wasted space. Basically it's a lifestyle statement, and not a very good one at that. The thought 'more money than sense' has crossed my mind several times in the last year or using it. You can't even program the damned thing, which is something the cheapest high street cooker accomplishes at a mere fraction of the price.


Thursday, 15 May 2014

Clearance


Our local scrap merchant, known and advertised as Ironman, arrived yesterday and cleared the last vestiges of the caravan.

The near end of the field has been mown several times and shows great promise as a lawn, but unless we want a praerie, some serious garden design will have to start later in the year.

My sister-in-law sent me some photos yesterday of her garden in West Kirby - now that's what I call a garden, but it has taken years to develop.






Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Right to be Forgotten


Does the Right to be Forgotten judgement apply to what's in my memory? If not, then why single out Google?

I can see this one running and running, as well as a boom time ahead for lawyers.


Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Useless Death Pact for Meteorological Dodos


Just seen a BBC news headline which says "Richard and Judy agree death pact". My first reaction was to wonder when I could look forward to that happening. My second was to wonder if they's inadvertently used the N word on air.

Saw another headline that said "Scotland's dodo bone found at dig". Not sure why, but I immediately thought Alex Salmond had died.

Have you noticed how useless the BBC's weather forecast is for 1 week ahead?


I mean - daytime temperature between 10 (cold) and 24 (quite hot). Nighttime temperature between 3 (put the heating on) and 15 (quite oppressively warm). They might just as well say; "We'll be having some weather next week," for all the help that is.