26 Jun 2017

And Then, Danger...

I’m sure if you’re of an age you’ll be feeling a bit bemused by the kneejerk reaction to the towering inferno - as tragic as it was – and the revelation that all the cladding they’ve tested to date is not fire retardant in the true sense of the word so councils, upon receiving this information, started evacuating the towers.

Would you not think that grownups would’ve taken a slightly less panicky approach and just got a team together and gone round knocking on every door, told the occupants of the test results and asked them to be extra vigilant until the naughty cladding had been stripped out? Oh, and when its all gone, keep on being vigilant; fire hurts.

Inform them that the cladding will be stripped over a period of time and, also over a period of time, third party inspectors will be visiting all apartments to inspect ALL electrical appliances. Any found defective, or the slightest bit iffy, will be instantly turfed out and if the occupier purchases a new item... Pardon? No, you buy it yourself - it will be the occupiers duty to inform the authorities so a similarly rigorous inspection can be conducted before it’s plugged in.

Any apartment found to have a barbeque in the bedroom, the occupants will be instructed to pack their kit, or whatever word fits with that, and move on immediately.

Fire Wardens would also be on site 24/7 during the work period and a permanent concierge will also be instated. All apartments will be provided with a fire blanket and a fire extinguisher. Instructions on usage will be given to those so requesting.

Put a simple slider board outside the main entrance and the last person to leave an apartment for work, or off to the benefits office, simply slides that apartment number marker from ‘Occupied’ to ‘Unoccupied’. Okay, make it simple, from ‘In’ to ‘Out’. First back reverses the marker.

Any tenants who still feel they’d rather move out while the work is done are obviously free to do so. Their choice so their expense of course.

Why not? Up to not all that long ago, we lived in wooden huts with open fires so what’s the big deal? I really don’t see no big deal at all. Sadly, you then only have to look at the make-up of that ghastly Glastonbury crowd and their beatification of an old Marxist whose life experience has been the hazardous task of sitting on a bench at the back of a big room in a big building and banking the bung and a lot falls into place.

Then, to confirm the ‘falling into place’ and add to my thought that there’s no hope for our future, I bumped into this sadness. Have you seen this? You’ll find it here as well. And doctors are actually advocating avocado safety warnings? Hello? Any grownups left out there?

Millions of years of evolution behind us and this is where we are? To pinch a perfect word from a comment somewhere on a different subject, it seems we’re rapidly descending into a time of eternal toddlerdom.

Quote;  Munia Khan.

“There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.”

23 Jun 2017

And Then I Wake To Another...

Well, I woke up this morning... Pardon? No, it’s not a blues number. It’s a number I remember from way back as part of the soundtrack to that old movie, Manhunter.

When I first heard it in the movie I just thought of it as a rather pleasant piece of music. Now, being much older, it comes across as a very melancholy piece. I guess melancholy was its original intent.

Wot is it? It’s entitled ‘Evaporation’. Read the bit below in blue and you’ll understand why it now reminds me of that sad phrase, ‘Folk who’ve run out of life before they’ve run out of time.’

It’s by that ever popular band I’m sure you’re all familiar with, Shriekback and if you expand the YouTube thingy you’ll find the lyrics and what I believe is termed the ‘Backstory’ which is kind o’ sad. After reading it you’ll understand the meaning of the title. Here’s a taster:

   “The basement was inhabited by Mr. Paul Scrivens (a very old man indeed - with an old man's name - a watchmaker and heavy smoker). Mr. Scrivens had been finally moved out to some place where they could keep an eye on the poor old sod...
...his vacated flat, which you couldn't help but picture yourself in at some much later date. The night, the empty rooms - only dust and rubbish left... It doesn't take long to disappear.”

Quote;  Charles M. Schulz

“Just remember, when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.”

21 Jun 2017

And Then, Over The Edge...

Bet that got you all of a clicky eh? The edging wot I be talking of is wot’s called wood roll garden edging. This is knocked into the ground and stops the soil from the flower beds migrating into the gravel. Now this is really cleaver, it also works the other way and keeps the gravel out of the flower bed soil. How, like, awesome is that then? Below is it but it’s not mine as that green bit is grass not gravel.


It’s been in there for a while now and a couple of small sections were rotting out – as they do - so yesterday it was off to the store for a couple of new rolls. Same shop, same log roll, same price. Remember that; you’ll need it later.

The pain with this stuff is the painting of it with wood preserver but this time I let my brain do the work. The answer was to find a container big enough for the log rolls to fit in, fill it with the preserver and feed the rolls in and hope I get that Archimedes thingy right. That’ll work! And I did have a storage box. It’s been stored in the storage shed for quite some time as I didn’t have any success using it for the original storage purpose I purchased it for as my little nest of vipers just wouldn’t stop kicking about long enough for me to secure the lid properly...

Short story a tad longer, it all went well. Except... After an overnight soak, I laid out the new roll along the old length. Guess wot. Well, wot with inflation an’ all, the new roll is one roll piece short of  the old roll. Damn! I said but I also thought well done those log roll manufacturing fellows for keeping those important margins in place their end.

Quote;  Charles Dudley Warner.

“What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.”

20 Jun 2017

And Then A Work In Progress...

And that would be my left-hand jukebox. I’m having to repopulate him via memory as I had no list or backup. Par for the course.

As my eyes close for sleep I ask what’s left of my mind to summon up toons from the past. Sometimes it works pretty well and other times I wake with something creeping around my head which ends up on the tip of my tongue. However, on closer examination I usually find it’s just a chunk of soggy pillow. 

I did manage to liberate one old track that was lurking back there which will soon be down left the way but if you just can’t wait, the link’s below. It’s a track by that ever popular group Laibach and I’m sure you’re familiar with their work as not a day passes without them being featured all over the BBC. Pardon? Oh right, your right.

If you’re even the slightest bit, or even the hint of the slightest bit timid, turn left and leave right now, okay? Okay. Everyone clear? Volume up? Windows and doors open? Cool. Here it is then.

Quote;  Bill Cosby.

“Nothing separates the generations more than music. By the time a child is eight or nine, he has developed a passion for his own music that is even stronger than his passions for procrastination and weird clothes.”