CATHOLIC CAT FLEAS

Autobiographical, politics and religion, Uncategorized

J is an excellent cook, makes wonderful Coffee and even offers to bring it up to me in bed. Truly I am blessed in many varied and different ways. Today we agreed, to turn the rest of yesterdays wine into cooking ingredients. we both need to dry out, clear our heads and start being productive again. Alcohol is good fun, but it fuddles the brain, Tea is of far greater benefit and I have written on the subject once or twice. The home brew operation coming along fine, soon will time to bottle some of the stuff up and start the next batch, by this time next year it might even be halfway drinkable. We are both looking forward to this part of the adventure. In the meantime I am spending my time wisely, doing schoolwork and looking for work, Supermarkets are not playing a role here I would rather do cleaning which is a pleasant peaceful activity.

We might be going out for a walk later on depending on the weather. I would also like to do the crumble mixture for the Rhubarb, that was formally being used as the constituent ingredient in a country wine recipe. j has gone upstairs to do what J has to do and Ninja the cat is vying for my attention. All three of them were de-fleaed earlier today. (the cats that is) I must get out and buy a skeleton figure for Halloween, hanging it out on the hedge to frighten the neighbours. seems a good idea, either that or a dead rat through their letter box. However in the interests of practicality and recycling efficiency, the rat shall get a reprieve this year. We may also turn a Pumpkin into soup and play Black Sabbath (loud) Though personally I think Mariah Carey is far scarier, than Ozzie and co. will ever be.

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If you have a pet cat especially a black ones keep home in the safe in the days leading up to Halloween and that. There are stupid people around who think it cool and clever to be nasty to them at this time. There are also idiots letting off their fireworks, which pets do not like much either. Don’t burn your money, go to an organised display instead, they are better by far, often with delicious burgers and other foods and a nice bonfire to toast yourself by. I shall be finding one to take J too and introduce het to the quaint British custom of burning effigies of political terrorists. Though in fact my ancestor was actually hung, drawn and quartered. Or at least that was plan. He jumped off the steps, whilst ascending to the scaffold and broke his neck. It was considered uncatholic to burn one of our own whilst my Public (private) school so it was more usual to burn a notable Protestant instead. I think the Bishop of Canterbury got it one year.

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Burning people alive is barbaric and wrong. However doing it to them when they are dead, is hygienic, efficient, painless (probably) and spares the rather disgusting imagery of worms eating the decaying flesh for decades afterwards. burning effigies of them is not much better either.

KNEEDING THE DOUGH

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

It’s been a couple of days and to celebrate not having had a drink, I am enjoying having a clear head and doing something else instead, namely writing. If you want to know what I have been doing this weekend then click on the link HERE or you can carry on reading cos tomorrow I am back to doing school work and being a student again. I actually enjoy studying and making my brain work in different ways, I treat the writing side of things as a creative exercise which makes things more tolerable and easier to deal with than previously. Though saying that, dragging myself away from watching films in the evenings may be a little difficult but only if I let it so.

Two days later and it is time to do some home brew operations, or shall I do some baking. Jackie wants to bake bread so best I do homework first and keep the kitchen clear, though perhaps I shall wash the plates up first and provide a space she can work in. I may well end up making Peppermint Creams, we both like those, however they make a lousy breakfast so the bread takes priority today. There are of course other activities not involving the kitchen, painting, writing, the planting of bulbs. That kind of thing I have been grousing about these last few days, even the hedge may get a hair cut, though my attempts at getting J to ‘mow’ the lawn with a pair of kitchen scissors have come to nothing. We both want to get some fish for the pond and start bringing it to life, I wonder when the Frogs will arrive, Newts, Serpents?

I have had it reliably put to me that frogs and newts do not cohabit in the same space so happily the latter will eat the spawn of the former and the former become displeased, I am not sure about Toads, but Dragonflies seem quite happy as do a whole myriad of small and interesting things, adding plants will only encourage a healthy environment and make it all the more interesting. The cats seem to like meditating round there as well, as do I especially when the weather is warm. The title is misspelt for a reason.

FACEBOOK AND COLD FEET

Autobiographical

I love J she reminds and encourages me to do my schoolwork, makes breakfast sits down for a little while and goes back to bed. Leaving me to get on write and at get down a load of ideas that I can boil down into something that answers the questions posed, this is not part of that plan. We went down into the local park yesterday and had a kick around in the sunshine, later on I made more home brew, this time a bunch of Parsnips have fallen in the pot with yeast and the rest to be added later today.

The sun is shining, the cats are asleep and my breakfast is slowly being consumed, the Apple and Banana bread adding their goodness to my constant need for sustenance. Imagining a life without the need for food is an interesting idea and is indeed possible, if one is willing to make those sacrifices. Like stopping the reliance on animal based products, especially those of meat and dairy. If we stop the killing and systematic abuse of animals, then we may as a race stop abusing and killing each other. If you want to change the world, then start with yourself, be the change you wish to see in the universe. Actually the cats are outside now, if they are asleep or not I do not know, as they are out of eyeshot. J has reappeared and is drinking more Coffee.

School work is now taking a back burner and shall restart in the morning, J shall encourage that, it helps that I WANT to keep it under control and stay ahead of things that being the way I started out and how I mean to continue. J is scrolling through Facebook, I just had a look through myself not much else. I thought it was cold earlier, my feet especially so, it helps to put socks and a vest on, this way we can be warmer without putting the heating on. I shall be posting some more artwork later on and hopefully be adding new work to the rest of the site when time permits.

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NOW WITH ADDED ARTWORK

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So am finally settling down to having another human in the house, things like having a whole bed/duvet to myself are gone. I have swapped them for snoring, occasional farting and cooking for two, I have never been happier. There are now two people to fuss over the cats, fresh bread is back on the menu as is a largely vegan diet. I think we are actually both very happy, though to be sure I have to check with J first.

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What else? days out in the local area, nice walks in the park, doing the washing up and asserting one’s rights over who can brush their teeth first in the evening before bed time. I think these little things are and will become pretty permanent fixtures in our life together. The cats can do the fighting and arguing instead.

Other news, have been doing a lot of painting these last few days and ought work on here more often, activity seems to have shifted from evenings to day time and pm’s are now spent on a comfy sofa watching movies and other relaxing stuff. We were going to go for another walk today with our recently acquired football, however the skies are a nasty dark grey, J wants to stay home and make Banana bread. Who am I to complain?

Listening to Roger

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I was going to fill in a job application, unfortunately they do not recognise my email address and I ‘don’t’ have an account with those people so I shall have to do something else instead. I can either tidy the house, do the homebrew or something else instead. Actually the idea of pushing a vacuum cleaner around fills me with great joy and pleasure, though I may just resort to dusting off the furniture, the vacuum thing is noisy and interferes with music. I also feel kind of gross right now and either need to shave, trim my moustache wash my hair or a combination of all three.

So far on all the jobs or other areas of work that have been ‘suggested’ with the promise they will be in touch asap not one has managed this simple task and I am beginning to wonder if I am wasting my time and be better off doing something else, watching porn springs to mind though to be honest that is time wasted when I could be doing more creative and constructive things, as a result I am writing and listening to music, I shall go do some dusting and the like in a little while when I am done doing this and even clean myself and do something about the facial hair. Later on I shall have some lunch even though it is gone lunch time now, getting up earlier might help and will also ensure more hours to do more things in what exactly I have no idea but I dare say there is something or somethings that need doing.

J asked me if I was depressed this morning and certainly my rising late and sleeping a lot would be suggestive of that plus a certain lassitude in doing stuff like the garden which I usually enjoy, perhaps it is time to take stock of matters and re-organise myself. The cleanliness/facial hair issue has been resolved, now it is just a case of picking the loose bits off and drying myself down accompanied by music. Pink Floyd seems to be much in favour right now, or to be more accurate that music written by Roger Waters seems to be most in favour and indeed I have listened to little else these last few days.

FRUIT FLIES AND FORM FILLING

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So from the last time anything was written, I have applied for a new job and find it not very easy writing the 500 words about myself. In order to become even half way eligible to have a chance of finding prospective employment with this chosen employer. I do not like applying for work or writing about myself (Usually) I would rather be doing something else and today I have done largely bugger all. I think it must be the fruit flies, they are exerting a negative energy and slowing me up from doing anything, I just want them to fuck off and pester the neighbours instead. Them people to the right of my home will do. Life stresses are on the increase but will soon be on the decrease, I hope nerves and anxiety do not suit me, J is having the same issues but has her own ways of dealing with things. We are both keeping our fingers crossed and I am not bothering to tidy the house she is good like that and wants to do some homesteading. Home-brewing, candle making that kind of thing all good things to do in a time of a new potential lockdown, along with winning the lottery.

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The painting is coming along but tails off when I have had a drink or two, it would seem paint and alcohol do not mix instead I sit down, relax and speak to the cat who ignores me. Let Friday’s reunion come quickly, swiftly and easily. I dare say there will be a lot more relaxing and less time for painting or painting at a different time, when the light is better and the brain is less fuddled. University is about to start again, happily I was smart and did a load of work in advance, which makes things all the sweeter. There will be more to do and I shall be starting again in a minute or five.

Angry insects and long grass

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I have not written in nearly a week, maybe more and decided to write about Dog knows what.

We have nice warm late summer weather here today, some may well argue it is nice warm early Autumn weather everybody is entitled to their opinion. Some people may even think Garlic Wine is nice, I was discussing this idea with J today about brewing some of it and passing it off on unsuspecting friends and relatives. She is more interested in the Ginger Beer I have brewing in the kitchen, this is the first experimental batch just the one bottle to start. Further brewing shall determine what goes best in the mix and I don’t think Garlic is going to be involved (yet) Marrow Rum is also looking good as does candle making though we wont be consuming them.

Ninja the Tom cat is doing what he does best, sprawled in the late afternoon sun and being lazy. I really must clear the terrace and put stuff away in the shed or Greenhouse, some people may call it harmonising the energies, I prefer tidying up. There is also a door that needs mending gluing, clamping, screwing and painting but not necessarily in that order. I must buy some hinges as well. garden waste needs to be gathered up and disposed of, though not via way of the bonfire even though the wheelbarrow seems to be pretty good at this double use, much better than that cheap incinerator, that buckled and melted on it’s first outing, A bit like the lawn mower that conked out and just made angry large insect like noises instead of any affirmative grass cutting activity. Now I want to buy a petrol mower and be done with cables,wires and things, the same goes for the hedge cutter, go get a petrol powered thing instead. I have a rotten relationship with electricity and the old mower ‘bit’ me the last time I tried to use it, hence getting the use twice and it packs up angry insect noise machine.

I shall be on the lookout for some home brewing equipment over the next few days and weeks and re-start what I used to do years ago, this time just not using tap water and getting the bottled spring water instead. yes there is a lot of difference in mineral content etc. Tap water just kills any home brew, not in terms of fermentation but in taste, I wanna go collect all them apples out the trees and off the ground and turn them into cyder, now that will be fun.

Old Samuel’s Whiskers

art and culture, Autobiographical, politics and religion

I learnt a terrible lesson last night, never buy bottom shelf whiskey no matter how much you need a drink. Even though it did the job it has left a ghastly hollow place in my stomach this morning. Product of the USA, blended and Bottled in The Netherlands. If I had seen the last bit I would not have touched it. The best thing for this stuff is to rub it on aching joints or wiping clean woodwork. Drink tea instead. Dutch whiskey, yuck! never again. Best cure for the morning after? loud music, food and coffee. Writing about it is optional and lets the world know you are as flawed as the rest.

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Samuel Whiskers as portrayed by Beatrix Potter

I grew up on a diet of Beatrix Potter stories and always found the imagery of Tom Kitten with his head and tail sticking out of a pudding one of the most fascinating things going. My young mind probably never considered the fact, the rats were more than likely going to do some cooking in the very near future. I guess this tale could be turned on its head from being a tale about The perils of childhood misbehaviour and re-issued as a warning against eating strange and unwholesome foods, though wasn’t that more to do with Bats? Eating rats is pretty gross too, being a vegetarian, I would never eat one and I tend to wash vegetables before proceeding to cook or eat them. You never know what might have crawled over them or even worse pissed.

Other news, I could write a ton of invective about a certain online travel company, but I am not. Just be careful about whom you book your holidays with. Have you noticed something about politicians? When their lips move, they start lying I think it must be a reflex action they cannot help. Have you also noticed that the news is guaranteed to be about death, doom and disaster, every bloody time. War, famine, Death, Covid…

Is it any wonder watching that shit gives people a head ache and makes them sick. If you want to know what is going on in the world, look outside your day and listen to the birds singing, watch the Squirrel as he collects his winter store, Speak to your cat (Or Dog) they will tell you the truth (That of unremitting love) no matter what goes down. If you happen to buy newspapers, use them for keeping the floor clean when decorating, or help in starting bonfires for Autumn leaves and other garden debris. If that is not your thing, you could pretend to be an artist, cut bits of them out and make a collage of some sort. Otherwise save your money and pinch your neighbours one after they have thrown it in the recycling bin.

Priests, Perverts and Paint

Autobiographical, politics and religion

I was going to write about a bunch of technically homeless old men who are looking for a new place to live. I thought against that and thought about painting and why I do that and promptly thought of something else instead, it would appear I do a lot of thinking. Sometimes too much. So instead I shall write a little about myself just a little mind cause otherwise it will get tiresome and we can’t be having that.

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DOWNSIDE ABBEY AND SCHOOL

At Sixteen I got sent to a school located near the City of Bath in Somerset, attached to the school was/is a monastery inhabited by a bunch of monks who taught in the school. Some of these Monks were also Priests the monastery and school were intrinsically linked to each other, and some of the monks could not keep their hands to themselves… The rest as they say is history and more recently karma.

It would now be the right time to say why I paint, well right now it’s because the rough bare door frames look horrible and need improvement, the other reason is I do not have much else to be doing and I want it done and out of the way. Sometimes I would like to write about why I really paint . The door frame, in the meantime shall be taking precedence.

Watching Magpies

art and culture, Autobiographical

I got home from London at about 12:25 today bang on time and just as the SatNav predicted. It would have been a little earlier if I had not stopped off for some Banana’s at the store. Yesterday’s party was laid back and thoroughly enjoyable, the food was delicious, I ate plentifully and had a drink or three as well.

As I came around the corner from home, there was a Tiding of four Magpies on the verge, actually one had just flown off so I guess that ought to be three Magpies, but still a Tiding of. There are some people in the world who count their blessings by these bird’s and there is an old poem that gives those seeking their future in the following lines:

One for sorrow Two for joy Three for a girl Four for a boy Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret, never to be told Eight for a wish Nine for a kiss Ten for a bird you must not miss.

Whether there is any truth in this rhyme is of course a matter of conjecture and the origins of it are probably lost in the mists of time somewhere. I am not counting those birds anymore, they have all flown but I do have one that parades up and down on the verge outside my window here, where I am writing. He/She is magnificent in the their Black and White Plumage and seems to own this small patch of England, just like the Human Being sat watching it.

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One imagines this one has taken over from the previous incumbent who met a sorry end at the hands of one of the local cats, maybe my Mr. Fox who also has resplendent Black and White plumage. This last one lasted a couple of weeks, after breaking it’s wing resisting any attempt to capture it and take it to a vet. Who to be honest would have completed what the cat failed in doing.

After a loud evening of listening to a lot of Latin Beat music last night, I am resting my ears with a spot of Opera this evening and some of it has been shall I say moving, emotional and delightful to listen to so much so as to want to share it here. I hope whoever listens to it enjoys as much as I have.