But first let me say I can appreciate that one of my comments yesterday may have caused offence to some people from America who might have stumbled across this blog. If you did take offence, I apologise. But let me assure you that my comment was not intended as any sort of criticism of people in the USA but a statement of how the British media treat differently natural disasters in different parts of the world.
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My mind is made up - I think. It was a couple of weeks ago that I mentioned the selection I had to make for a lunch to which I had been invited. I have decided. My starter will be the smoked haddock and spring onion tartlet, rocket and pecorino salad and I will be totally boring and follow this with the roast turkey and all the trimmings, finishing with Christmas pudding.
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So, just to keep the peace in the Pensioner household, I lit the nightlight in the pumpkin which I placed beside the front door. I also switched on the outside light to make it safer for the little darlings to descend our steps. We had 13 callers, most of them of very tender years, and at 7.30 I decided enough was enough. There should have been no really young horrors out after that time.
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We had a sunny day earlier this week and I took a camera across the Downs when I walked the dog. I'm not sure if that copse on the brow of the hill has a name. I always thought of it as Pangdean Holt until I saw on an Ordnance Survey map that Pangdean Holt is down the other side of the hill.
It seems to me that blogging is about as useful a way of passing the time as tossing pebbles into the sea, so for what it's worth - and that's not a lot - here are a few pebbles.
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Was he worth it?
I see that the one-time boss of a British retailer was recruited by Apple in April this year. He was to receive a "golden handshake" of £36 million. £36 million! Admittedly, that was payable over five years, but all the same, it seems to me an obscene amount. Can any man really be worth that?
Incidentally, he left Apple this month having been with them just six months. No mention was made in the paper as to whether he jumped or was pushed. Nor do they say whether he will still receive all his handshake.
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In other news we are told that there will be a world-wide wine shortage. The French grape harvest is down almost 20% although it seems the Italians are OK. The Argentine harvest was down 24% and Spain and New Zealand have also seen falls. The US, on the other hand, saw an increase of 7%. There was no mention of those other two big players, Australia and Chile.
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I have no wish to belittle or make light of the problems facing the inhabitants of the east coast of America, but it is noticeable that our papers and other news media are giving much more prominence to this affair than they do to, for example, flooding in Pakistan or Bangladesh which kills hundreds of people and where communities are much less able to care for themselves in these disasters than are New Yorkers.
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I think we've had enough pictures of France for the time being and it's time to get back on the South Downs, though perhaps not when the cloud comes down like it did yesterday morning as seen from the bedroom.
Incidentally, he left Apple this month having been with them just six months. No mention was made in the paper as to whether he jumped or was pushed. Nor do they say whether he will still receive all his handshake.
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In other news we are told that there will be a world-wide wine shortage. The French grape harvest is down almost 20% although it seems the Italians are OK. The Argentine harvest was down 24% and Spain and New Zealand have also seen falls. The US, on the other hand, saw an increase of 7%. There was no mention of those other two big players, Australia and Chile.
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I have no wish to belittle or make light of the problems facing the inhabitants of the east coast of America, but it is noticeable that our papers and other news media are giving much more prominence to this affair than they do to, for example, flooding in Pakistan or Bangladesh which kills hundreds of people and where communities are much less able to care for themselves in these disasters than are New Yorkers.
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I think we've had enough pictures of France for the time being and it's time to get back on the South Downs, though perhaps not when the cloud comes down like it did yesterday morning as seen from the bedroom.
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
I can't be bothered to think of a title
I think I shall be breathing a sigh of relief this time next week. Next Monday sees the Lions' annual firework display and that means I shall be at the cricket ground from about 2.30 until 9.00 or so. There is plenty to be done before that, although not all of the jobs and other things are Lions connected. Today, for example, I have two appointments at the doctors' surgery - one with my GP for a quick check and (I hope) a repeat prescription followed by a blood test with one of the nurses. Actually, I think I should have arranged to have the blood test last week so that the doctor would have the benefit of the results before deciding whether or not to increase the dosage of the methotrexate. Oh well, perhaps next month I'll do that. Then this afternoon the Old Bat will expect me to accompany her on an expedition to the local supermarket, tomorrow to the butcher's in a village the other side of the Downs and so on and so on. The while I am dashing hither and thither delivering tickets bought on line for the fireworks. And I am on duty at the book fair on Saturday, and there should be a briefing at the cricket ground on Sunday... At least it keeps off the street corner and mostly out of mischief.
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We were taking a photographic tour of the little French town called Pouancé but I was distracted. Even though the population is only a little over 3,000, Pouancé has an aerodrome. Please note, it is an aerodrome, not an airport, and from the look of the "terminal" building I don't think Paris Charles de Gaulle or Orly need worry too much about the competition.
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We were taking a photographic tour of the little French town called Pouancé but I was distracted. Even though the population is only a little over 3,000, Pouancé has an aerodrome. Please note, it is an aerodrome, not an airport, and from the look of the "terminal" building I don't think Paris Charles de Gaulle or Orly need worry too much about the competition.
Monday, 29 October 2012
Ashes to ashes
Three reports in different newspapers have attracted my attention over the last day or two. Each of those reports is rather gloomy in its way, reinforcing my opinion that one never reads any good news in the papers. The first of those reports concerned England's ash trees. They are, apparently, at risk because a deadly fungus which was first discovered in Poland about ten years ago has now made its way to our shores, possibly by way of already infected saplings imported from Holland. This fungus causes ash die-back (as the condition is called) and the affected trees die. It seems there is no cure. Any tree found to be infected is cut down and the timber burned. [Hence the groan-inducing pun of my title.] But the infection can go undetected for about six months, thus exacerbating the situation. According to the report I was reading, a third of England's broad-leaved woodland consists of ash trees so this is a serious situation. I was surprised and somewhat sceptical to read the fraction of a third. Although I have never undertaken a count or a tree survey, and I know the ash is a common tree in our woodlands, I would not have thought it was as prevalent as that. Mind you, round here the beech and sycamore are possibly the most common trees in the woods. The sycamore grows like the weed it is, while the beech is particularly well-suited to the thin layer of soil on the Downs since it has a shallow rooting system.
Another newspaper - our local freebie - reported a problem with elm trees. Back in the 1970s the English countryside scene was altered dramatically when elm trees were felled in their thousands as a result of Dutch elm disease. Brighton & Hove, fortunately, suffered comparatively little, partly because the Downs formed a natural barrier against the transmission of the disease and partly because of quick and effective action by the local authority. Now it seems that elm trees in Preston Park, Brighton, have contracted a disease, although the report does not state specifically that it is Dutch elm disease. Several have already been felled but the two known as the Preston Twins - at 350 years, the oldest elm trees in the world - are still healthy.
The third report concernes a far more serious affair - hurricane Sandy, which is due to make its landfall on the east coast of America today, I believe. Hundreds of thousands of people have already been evacuated, the New York subway shut down, etc etc. That alone is an indication of how serious this is. But how does an authority find accommodation for 400,000 refugees? Who pays? What about feeding them? I'm very glad that is not my headache. I'm also very glad that I live in England where natural disasters of that magnitude just don't happen.
By the way, I did get that replacement hinge on the gate yesterday. I also spent an hour cutting back brambles that had grown alarmingly while I was hors de combat over the past few months. Now I have to spend another hour taking the rubbish to the tip!
Today's picture is of a grove of ash trees in High Park Wood. The area around them has been cleared to give them a chance to spread properly. This pic also serves as a reminder that I haven't walked through those woods for a long time.
Another newspaper - our local freebie - reported a problem with elm trees. Back in the 1970s the English countryside scene was altered dramatically when elm trees were felled in their thousands as a result of Dutch elm disease. Brighton & Hove, fortunately, suffered comparatively little, partly because the Downs formed a natural barrier against the transmission of the disease and partly because of quick and effective action by the local authority. Now it seems that elm trees in Preston Park, Brighton, have contracted a disease, although the report does not state specifically that it is Dutch elm disease. Several have already been felled but the two known as the Preston Twins - at 350 years, the oldest elm trees in the world - are still healthy.
The third report concernes a far more serious affair - hurricane Sandy, which is due to make its landfall on the east coast of America today, I believe. Hundreds of thousands of people have already been evacuated, the New York subway shut down, etc etc. That alone is an indication of how serious this is. But how does an authority find accommodation for 400,000 refugees? Who pays? What about feeding them? I'm very glad that is not my headache. I'm also very glad that I live in England where natural disasters of that magnitude just don't happen.
By the way, I did get that replacement hinge on the gate yesterday. I also spent an hour cutting back brambles that had grown alarmingly while I was hors de combat over the past few months. Now I have to spend another hour taking the rubbish to the tip!
Today's picture is of a grove of ash trees in High Park Wood. The area around them has been cleared to give them a chance to spread properly. This pic also serves as a reminder that I haven't walked through those woods for a long time.
Sunday, 28 October 2012
I've done it!
Yesterday dawned, if not exactly sunny, dry and reasonably bright. And cold, very cold, with a strong easterly wind. I decided towards the end of the morning that the grass had dried sifficiently for me to push the mower over it. So, for the first time since June and for the last time (probably) till next April, I cut the grass. I also managed to pick a few raspberries. We have lost quite a lot over the last three weeks or so because of the rain and these, I suspect, indeed I am certain, will be the last this year. I must now cut the canes down - as well as severely pruning the Montana clematis, trimming the hedge, cutting back the ivy invading from next door and the branches of their trees overhanging our garden etc etc. With a bit of luck and some reasonable weather, I would like to spend an hour a day in the garden getting it back into shape. The trouble is that for every hour I spend pruning, dead-heading the lavender, digging weeds out of the vegetable plot, I have to spend another hour hauling the detritus to the tip.
There was another job I wanted to do yesterday - in the garden but not exactly gardening. One of the hinges on the gate to the vegetable plot has broken. Both the hinges are those T hinges which never last all that long out of doors. They rust up and should, I suppose, be oiled to keep them working. Anyway, while we were in France I made a trip to Mr Bricolage and bought a pair of the hinges the French use on their shutters, rather like the one in the picture. These never seem to rust. The intention was that after I had walked the dog in the afternoon, I would get out the electric drill and a long extension lead - holes would have to be drilled through the gate to take bolts fixing the hinge in place. I took Fern down into Stanmer Park for a walk, hoping to get some autumn pictures. As I got into place for a rather attractive shot of the church tower poking up from autumn foliage, the sky clouded over. Later, as I turned to go back to the car, the rain started. That hinge didn't get replaced.
This morning I pulled back the bedroom curtains and saw the sun was shining on the Downs. By the time I had eaten breakfast and started out with the dog, it was damping. No doubt by the time I am ready to go into the garden the forecast will have come true and it will be raining properly. The hinge will just have to wait.
Reverting briefly to yesterday's post before the picture of the day, I have discovered that the gender neutral honorific is Mx. Don't ask me how it's pronounced.
And so, today's picture. This is what I saw when I opened the bedroom curtains a few days ago.
This morning I pulled back the bedroom curtains and saw the sun was shining on the Downs. By the time I had eaten breakfast and started out with the dog, it was damping. No doubt by the time I am ready to go into the garden the forecast will have come true and it will be raining properly. The hinge will just have to wait.
Reverting briefly to yesterday's post before the picture of the day, I have discovered that the gender neutral honorific is Mx. Don't ask me how it's pronounced.
And so, today's picture. This is what I saw when I opened the bedroom curtains a few days ago.
Saturday, 27 October 2012
It leaves me speechless
There was a report in yesterday's Daily Telegraph which led me to look at the local paper's web site. I cannot find the right words so I will quote from The Argus (and hope they don't sue):
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Back in the real world, the Porte Angevine makes quite an atmospheric picture after dark. Until one knows that the lighted window is of a kebab take-away!
Citizens of Brighton and Hove may no longer be called Mr or Mrs under new plans.
All titles could be scrapped from official council forms and paperwork after transgender activists complained the names forced people to choose between genders
The proposal, which has the backing of Brighton and Hove City Council’s deputy leader Phelim MacCafferty, has been branded “utterly ludicrous” by an opposition councillor.
It comes following an investigation by the council into the lives of the transgender community in the city.
The scrutiny panel is set to put forward a number of recommendations, including the scrapping of Mr and Mrs, to the council for approval in December.
See the report on Brighton and Hove City Council's website.
Coun MacCafferty, who chairs the panel, suggested calling people by their titles on official forms was “completely useless”.
He said: “Trans people aren’t necessarily male or female and sometimes they don’t want to be defined by their gender. Putting Mr and Mrs on a form is completely useless. This is an issue that concerns most institutions from banks to mobile phone companies. Why is Mr on my debit card, for instance? I don’t understand why it’s there. We should at least examine the issue and we will have the recommendations early next month.”
Coun MacCafferty said the change would have to be “done sensitively” and promised the council would “make sure the population is with us” before any change was made.
Steph Scott, an LGBT activist who defines herself as ‘genderqueer’ – neither male nor female – described the titles Mr and Mrs as “extremely outdated”.
She said: “Being called Mr or Mrs forces me to choose between genders. It’s assuming people live in a binary world where you’re either one thing or another and it pigeonholes people. I think it’s a good idea to expand across the city because it’s about getting people to be aware that gender isn’t just male or female.”
The activist said Brighton and Hove City Council had already started addressing people by the gender-neutral title 'Mx' on their tax forms.
But Dawn Barnett, Conservative councillor for Hangleton and Knoll, said: “It’s completely ludicrous and shows a complete lack of respect. How are they going to address letters properly? This is just political correctness gone too far.”
The Trans Equality Scrutiny Panel was set up to examine issues affecting transgendered people’s safety, welfare and job opportunities. It includes chair Coun MacCafferty, Conservative councillor Denise Cobb and Labour councillor Warren Morgan, alongside co-optees Jay Stewart and Michelle Ross.
The panel visited support groups across the city in July to hear about the issues facing the trans community and will present a set of recommendations to the council in December.The newspaper conducted a poll in which 55% of respondents said they wished to be addressed as Mr, 20% as Mrs, 6% as Miss, 5% as Ms and 14% gender neutral. Some of the readers' comments are quite amusing as well.
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Back in the real world, the Porte Angevine makes quite an atmospheric picture after dark. Until one knows that the lighted window is of a kebab take-away!
Friday, 26 October 2012
A marital dispute
The Old Bat and I manage to agree on most things - except that I like Bovril, especially spread on hot toast or even just as a hot drink, whereas she can't stand even the smell of it. I'm also quite keen on fish and chips but she is, at best, ambivalent. But the one thing on which we really disagree is Hallowe'en. or, to be more accurate, Trick and Treat. the xenophobic side of me says that this is a nasty American invention which encourages children to pester neighbours demanding goodies or else! She Who Must Be Obeyed seems to think it is a harmless thing which should be encouraged. So much so, that she buys a pumpkin every year and scoops out the inside before cutting a face in it and placing a nightlight inside to tell the brats that we are up for giving away sweets. It would help if the Old Bat managed to buy enough sweets, which she doesn't always manage. It's always me who has to open the door and I sometimes have to think fast on my feet. There was one occasion when I was faced with about seven kids ranging in age from about 3 to 11 or 12. I had way too few sweets left so I gave them what I had and said that they could stroke the dog as a treat. The children thought that a better treat than the sweets!
We have bought this year's pumpkin but it remains for it to be prepared for next Wednesday.
I didn't manage to get the grass cut yesterday. Having finished the latest issue of Brighton Lions' newsletter, I set about despatching it to all and sundry. My ISP won't let me send an email to more than 20 addressees so I have to send several. I always insert the contact mailing lists as blind copies but the last couple of months I have had trouble with one of the lists. My email software would not accept it in any way, either as the principal addressee or as "copied to" or as blind copies. I spent ages tracking down the odd address that was causing the problem. The when I sent an email to that address alone, all was OK. Weird - but that's computers.
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The medieval Porte Angevine in Pouancé. The clock is in competition with that on the church, both chiming on the hour. They are usually about 30 seconds apart.
We have bought this year's pumpkin but it remains for it to be prepared for next Wednesday.
I didn't manage to get the grass cut yesterday. Having finished the latest issue of Brighton Lions' newsletter, I set about despatching it to all and sundry. My ISP won't let me send an email to more than 20 addressees so I have to send several. I always insert the contact mailing lists as blind copies but the last couple of months I have had trouble with one of the lists. My email software would not accept it in any way, either as the principal addressee or as "copied to" or as blind copies. I spent ages tracking down the odd address that was causing the problem. The when I sent an email to that address alone, all was OK. Weird - but that's computers.
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The medieval Porte Angevine in Pouancé. The clock is in competition with that on the church, both chiming on the hour. They are usually about 30 seconds apart.
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