The Terrible Self Promoting Artist

Autobiographical

Not being bothered or motivated enough to do school work, I thought lets write something instead. Which is largely what I would be doing if schoolwork was on the agenda, but it’s not. But I did do some reading, about religion in the Nineteenth century. Religion in the Twenty first century is just as awful, except there is more singing, and fewer people attending, you see all the would have been worshippers all go to Garden centres and stately homes now. Where they can relax, look at beautiful things and then drink tea and eat cakes, without the fag of having to wash up afterwards.

Other news, these last days have been spent building a new website and today all my hard work was wiped out (nearly) by pressing the wrong button, it just resulted in having to re-upload all the images again. Kind of doing me a favour, it is now more stream lined and looks nicer too. If you want to take a look click here:

https://theterribleartist.wordpress.com/

My art has previously been described as terrible, it has even made the national press:

https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/7092690/hilarious-pictures-reveal-the-terrible-works-of-art-being-flogged-in-high-street-charity-shops/

This is self promotion I know and I am enjoying myself in doing it.

Some of this has been written before

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We can do well to be thank full for that which we have, instead of complaining about that which we do not. Thank your lucky stars you are not compelled to go down into the sewers and look for bits of rope and lost coins to earn a living like some did back in the day. Running the risk of drowning in great pools of human waste, being nibbled on by rats or accidentally taking a mouth full water or three on board after taking a wrong step and slipping into a pool of night water. Like wise You might fret and swear that your job requires all the hours that Dog sends for you to maintain hearth and home, I could be cynical and say get a new job. If you are a nurse then I take my hat off to you, the government are a bunch of cunts who do not care a toss for you, despite your job being harder than Cross grained Teak. Wages have not increased in real terms since 1973, meaning we were better off wage wise fifty years ago and have been robbed blind ever since.

Governments like to keep people poor, that way they are easier to control. If they transgress the rules punish them with a fine, in the meantime tax the bejeezus out of the workers and give the lick spittle politicians a pay rise each year for doing f*ck all apart from telling lies and creating discord. Thank your lucky stars you are not the richest man in the world, who probably gets to work eighteen hour days and the amount of responsibility that would make having a nuclear trigger at hand childs play! If you are unemployed (like me) then get creative, get smart and go back to school. Whinging and whining, blaming and feeling sorry for yourself will achieve nothing. Being pro-active and getting your backside out of your armchair will.

Stop watching the box, it serves up nothing but rubbish and is injurious to the brain. A famous man once said. ‘ I have learnt lots from television, each time it comes on, I go read a book.’ Enlighten yourself and take up a new hobby, learn a new skill and do something to better yourself and maybe your community. Selflessness has it’s own rewards and though those rewards may not be financial, the feeling of well being you get back, will more than compensate.

A lesson to remember

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A turkey was chatting with a bull. “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, “but I haven’t got the energy.”

“Well, why don’t you nibble on some of my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.”

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.

Finally after a fourth night, there he was, proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.

Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won’t keep you there.

The turkey on your Thanksgiving table is older than you think | Science |  AAAS

Dog save Mrs. Windsor

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A couple of days ago, I was rude and briefly referred to the German people as Krauts. This was not done out of any xenophobia or other mindless jingoistic bigotry but more in the context of historical narrative, If this offended anyone Tough Titty. I also referred to the Royal family as being German , this is totally correct and is proven beyond doubt, just because you change your name via something that amounts to a deed poll does not mean you change your nationality. In fact going back to the Norman conquest most of our Monarchs have been foreign: Norman, Dutch, German and a couple of Scots thrown in for good measure, they are indeed a mixed up bastard lot. Aloof, foreign, disconnected, inbred, eccentric and dysfunctional they would be better off being exhibited as some kind of freak show at the circus. With all their fancy paraphenalia and titles and being like something from a lost world stuck between Henry Tudor and Victoria, where you get a bunch of medals and honours for marrying your wife (Or husband) and have someone else open doors for you all day.

It is a source of amusement to my Father in Law that in the twenty first century That Great Britain still has a monarchy, Lords and an Aristocracy. He is American and being fairly sensible people, they disposed of such things a couple of centuries ago, instead they have their own royalty in the form of Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley (RIP) Chuck in a few of their political dynasties and some old school Millionaire families and it is almost the same, minus the titles and crowns. J also finds our Royals to be of some interest, they will probably be part of the citizenship test, she will have to sit one day. Personally I do not like them, care for them or am interested in their stuff. However from a historical perspective they can be a little of interest, in terms of what they did, or in a lot of cases what they did not do. They do in fact make quite a good freak show attraction for tourists. As well as fodder for the celebrity gossip magazines to drool and gush excremental BS over.

Mrs. Windsor could be held up as a beacon of patriotic duty and sticking to her ‘job’ What B*llo*cks would you give up being waited upon, having doors opened for you and living in untold luxury? All for opening a few envelopes a day and speaking to the PM about the peasants and their woes. She has with her an interest in Horses, Corgi’s and how her Ginger haired bastard grand child is doing with his Trans-Atlantic actress turned wife, turned Duchess. Her husband the great conservator of nature whose first act as head of the WWF involved slaughtering endangered animals and whose blood lust has only been tempered by old age and infirmity, something that he has encouraged and nurtured amongst his own off spring.

Coffee in the morning

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J brought me coffee this morning and said we had snow on the ground. At least two of our children do not like snow, one of them shakes her paws, the other looks sheepish and is hesitant about the stuff. Otherwise they are all well. Other stuff now.

Some people believe the world is controlled by a sinister cabal who’s goal is total control of everything, including peoples minds, which they will achieve through implanting people with RFID verichips through forced vaccinations and other means. These people are allegedly Devil worshipping, baby murdering paedophiles and maybe Lizards from another planet in human form. Amongst their kind are the British Royal family, and many other Elites from around the world. Does this story sound familiar? Other people think Adolf Hitler was a Zionist stooge and wars are perpetrated to create massive profits for the bankers and those who control them.

Whether the Royal family are Lizards or not, remains to be seen. If it is true, does Mrs. Windsor spend long hours laying under a heat lamp, perhaps eating flies served up by the butler? Princess Diana referred to her in laws as Reptiles and Lizards, claiming they were not human. If there is one thing for certain, they are German, having changed their name by a fancy form of deed poll called A Royal Decree in 1917. George V thinking it would be cool to name his family after a castle, deciding it sounded slightly more British than Saxe Coburg Gotha. Not because people disliked having a bunch of krauts in Buckingham Palace, when we were busy fighting them in France.

That job interview took place yesterday and I got the excellent news today that I can continue being an artist. I have also received a couple of emails on behalf of Sony Music Entertainment who did not like that I was using their copyrighted material without permission. Fair enough, it’s something to do with merchandise, but not the actual pieces of work, which can be viewed: here and here and here. I may write again later, I may not. Whatever you are doing, enjoy and take care.

Just Sunshine, Water and a Whole Lotta Love

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One of the good things about the Covid is, it has kept the religion peddlers away. Since it all started, back whenever it was, just after I lost my last job I / We have had nothing but peace here. Don’t get me wrong I am delighted the Jehovah’s W’s are staying away. perhaps word has got around that the man with curly hair, gives their adherents ‘tea’ and threatens to set the Cat on them. ( One of those statements is true) My Tomcat is a big soft lump and runs away from anything bigger than himself. Many years ago a friend and I used to grow cannabis in the garden, over about five years we grew almost twenty plants which were described by some people as: “The strongest shit they had ever smoked.” and “I smoked half that spliff and I had to put it down, what was that sh** you sell me?” In all honesty, we planted some seeds in some pots and let them grow. When they were big enough, we put them in the ground and they flourished. Some of them grew to about 13-15 feet. The neighbours admired them, the police flew over them (Several times) and nobody cared a toot.

Before anybody gets ideas about coming to pay me a visit and pretending to be a window washer, these photos are about six years old and the most exciting stuff growing here now are Rose Bushes. Plus I will set the cat(s) on you. I gave up smoking , it no longer had the desired effect, I have not smoked since and enjoy having a relatively clear head and not being despondent or just plain stoned. The man with the Chicken T shirt and Tattoo’s now collects Teddy Bears and drinks tea.

Procrastination

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This morning has been spent painting, eating and drinking Coffee, I have only come upstairs to plug the laptop in… And procrastinate. That is the trouble when there are distractions around the place and you are feeling off, with little to motivate, or propel you in any real direction. Perhaps I ought to leave the machine here and go back to painting, at least I would be occupied fruitfully or how about the garden? Either way I should stop worrying about where those commas ought go, this is not an examination and I can check things before posting. Keeping one ear (literally in my case) open for the door is also on my mind, you may be asking one ear? Yes I only have one ear, the other is broken.

A copy of this book was once gifted me for my birthday, I still think family were taking the Mick.

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Anyway I always enjoyed the Tintin books and at one point had the whole lot of them barring Tintin in the Congo. Which was almost impossible to get because it had been banned due to it’s politically incorrect content. I am going to pull some socks on soon and do something else other than writing, cause I am still heel dragging and get the idea I need a change of scenery.

Despite my calling and emails I have not yet received any new information regarding that pesky job interview which is set for tomorrow. perhaps I ought to look for a job as an art teacher somewhere, I think I might enjoy doing that. Even better of course, would be painting for a living, artists are an under appreciated lot and are often taken for granted. Just try living your day without the writers, set designers, authors, game designers, painters and anybody else who creates for a living.

I do take commissions, work in a variety of media and specialise in portraiture and landscapes.

Staying up late (again)

Autobiographical

Sometimes I think whether my efforts as an artist are being wasted, so far in my artistic journey I have sold two paintings (one via auction, the other a commission) Went to art college for a year which was a horrible experience and rip off and found myself being encouraged to become the Treasurer of my local art group. The last I declined, citing University commitments and some other stuff. The good news is I have finally pulled my finger out, stopped trying to be perfect and just got on and worked. Real work seems to disagree with me, or I with it and after Seventy+ employers, I think it is time I worked for myself. The whole Covid business encourages this idea, I am hardly likely to scrounge a dose of it at home and I can drink tea or eat when I want as well.

Being self employed does mean I have to exercise self discipline, working even when I don’t want to. If I add school work to the mix, I should probably be quite busy. Not half as busy mind if I had to go out and work for some other bugger each day. Public transport gives me the creeps, buses are truly ghastly and incubators of all the terrible diseases. Safe to say I would rather take the car, cycle or walk to wherever it is I am supposed to be heading.

It would be nice to have a change and a move away from the laptop for a few hours each day. Do some painting in the daylight hours and migrate up here afterward, to type, edit and post. J goes to bed quite early and there will be no creaking as I trudge up the stairs at night. Speaking of which, I have to go put out the cat tray and make sure everything is locked up. It is getting to that time, where I must brush my teeth and go to bed.

Good night.

E books and peed upon sheets

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So after yesterdays activities came to a close, I decided it was time for bed made my ablutions and found my bed had been piddled on. Large damp patch at top left, guilty cat at bottom right fast asleep, one suitably admonished cat later and with the duvet in the wash. I settled down to a good nights sleep on the sofa instead. The washing machine has been busy this morning and the cat is now banished from the bedroom and upstairs for that matter. Not even I piss in my bed!

J suggested a title to me and I am now the proud owner of an E book and oh dear another one. E books don’t look so grand on the shelf, but are far more practical in a number of ways, I no longer have to worry if my holiday reading material is heavier than my baggage. Thank you J. Actually I have just bought a big bunch of Tolkien, that will look magnificent alongside the big pile of Tolkien I already have, the E books have gathered in strength and number too. If you have not guessed this is today, what was written earlier is yesterdays efforts. Don’t use internet based shops when you are drunk or have too much money, you may end up with a whole bunch of stuff that will keep you happily occupied for months, if not years.

A very happy and prosperous new year to you all

Base Useless Behaviour. (Vintage Port x2)

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

At various times I have thought of setting myself targets for the day. For example, one of those, two of them and four of the other, This is to much like going to the gym and so I stopped setting targets and started going with what felt right, going with the flow and relaxing a little bit instead. As a result I no longer get myself in a flap because I had not painted x pictures or written so many words that day. So bloody what and who cares? Maybe cleaning the house and fussing the cats took precedence that day. Life is not all painting and creating and writing, some day’s we are just supposed to sit back, relax and do other stuff instead. Over this festive period I have drowned myself in two bottles of the vintage stuff, and they were both very nice in that they did the job required of them.

Sometimes I think I drink too much, then I stop reading the governmental guidelines and hear my better half clearing her throat like the old lady who used to attend Friday mass at my first school. Being raised a Roman Catholic raised many questions, if God was so good, kind, etc then why did he allow such awful stuff to happen and children to starve in Africa, Cambodia.. He works in mysterious ways and why serve up that Altar wine, then make you feel bad for enjoying it. (Actually it was awful stuff) My relationship with Dog has got worse and worse and the Catholic bit has changed to cat-o-like I have never ever once considered myself as a Roman, though I guess it may have been a possibility in a past life. I think my parents ought to have left me find my own path, it would have been far less confusing to all of us.

New Year, New Covid

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

The last days have been spent painting and doing stuff downstairs. In that time I have done little in the way of writing, so I came up here and did a little website tweaking instead. I am aiming to be doing some more of this in the next few days, it is a rewarding and pleasant pastime and does not involve cleaning brushes or destroying brain cells breathing White Spirit fumes.

For many people it is a big thing to go out on New Years Eve and get rat a*sed to welcome the change of hour and date. Starting anything, let alone a New Year with a stinking hangover and feeling like poo seems ill advised and foolish. Why do people celebrate the date changing? If something fantastic were going to happen, then there might be a point. Sadly idiots, the Government and the Covid are going to be here for a little while longer. If you wish to avoid this fashionable disease, it is easier to stay home and watch a movie instead.

I gave the house a major clean down the other day and found a load of black mould growing in the window frame. There was also a big wad of cat hair jammed down the side of the window frame. Thankfully it has now all been removed albeit with a lot of sneezing and itching. I have also succeeded in getting the neighbours to turn down the racket which passes for music in their household.

No anxiety this Christmas day.

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So that is Christmas done for another year, thank Dog for that. I can go back to eating Chocolates, stuffing balls and Brussel Sprouts and feel none the worse for it. Unlike previous years, there was no anxiety on Christmas day, just two overfed forty somethings each doing their own thing, whilst enjoying each others company. I guess it is now time, to get back to a normal life: Writing, painting and school work all stuff to keep my head occupied and my hands busy. The devil can find someone else to play with. I think I shall start writing again on Monday, though in reality, I am already hard at work, turning thoughts and ideas into cohesive solid and sometimes structured sentences. J, I am sure will do the editing side of things and tell me I write about one subject too much.

Somebody I know has the Covid, for all their behaviour it serves them right and karma has come back to bite them on the bum. j and I are staying home as much as possible but we ran out of Bagels today and rather than face rioting and grumpiness I went and bought some. I always ask the Universe (nature) to cleanse me when I come out of shops, with a stiff breeze etc. Like I protect myself before going in, wearing a mask at all times despite it annoying my nose and smelling funny. I am bad enough with colds and cannot be bothered with the Covid thing, the whole test procedure sounds beastly, as does standing around at some testing station. At times like this I am actually rather glad to be self employed and not have a proper job. I like taking tea breaks when I want them, not having managers looking over my shoulder is also great. I am my own best manager.

I have to disappear soon, go make tea, wash plates and stuff. Maybe I shall eat cold Brussel Sprouts, dipped in gravy followed by Parsnips a la custard. I must call call in our youngest who is six, has a mind all of his own and no sense of discipline. Neither of us have no idea what to say to him or how to discipline him, You see he is a cat.

Covid at Christmas

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So Christmas is once again on our doorsteps and there is a we have a great conjunction between Jupiter and Saturn. The first time this has happened in 615 years, the COVID has mutated (if you believe the media and govt.) and our politicians are a bunch of liars. ( We know this because there lips move)

Actually Christmas has now been cancelled for many people and we are being forced to go out and dig the fields. Brexit means we will soon have bugger all on our shelves and the weather is lousy. The good news? You tell me…Actually there is plenty, you just have to look for it and not despair too much when you cannot find any. The sun is shining and you are alive, that is what matters. If you cannot get to see family for xmas and think you have it rough, consider this instead. One hundred years ago or so, people spent Christmas living in holes in the ground, with mud, rats, Lice, freezing cold and being shot at. Think about that, you actually have it rather easy.

Right now, the sky is a wonderful blue hue, it is also a bit on the cold side. At least the grey, wet business of the last couple of days has gone away. Other stuff. J is having a snooze right now, we might be going for a walk later on and get some fresh air, otherwise it is a day of relaxing at home and avoiding shops, people and the Covid in all its new and varied forms. We are enjoying our first of many Christmas’ together.

I would like to take this opportunity to wish each and every one of you, who has come to this site in 2020 a very merry Christmas

NOTHING TO SEE, JUST WORDS

Autobiographical

So a few days ago, I started writing. In that time I have written about 6,000 words, some of that was free flowing, the kind of thing that just flows out of your finger tips. The rest was deciphering my handwriting and trying to make sense of stuff that was written down several years ago. I do not like typing on my laptop keyboard, it is small, awkwardly shaped and the keys are in different places to my big clunky keyboard upstairs.

I have been writing about Porn, the history, the material itself and the differing ways it has evolved through up until the present. I have written a lot about porn and I do not think the end is in sight yet. Happily I have a number of different chapters to work on and shall let each one get the attention it deserves, as I work. That way it will be done quicker and keep my mind focussed on the job at hand. After I finish writing I shall start on another subject, there is a big pile of stuff to choose from and I am enjoying myself whilst doing it.

In the evenings I come downstairs and paint, but not tonight I have come back upstairs again. My relationship with J is blossoming and right now we are very happy and she wants to stretch her legs out on the couch and write her own stuff. We are looking forward to a quiet peaceful Christmas together and have no idea what we are going to be doing. I suspect a fair bit of eating, relaxing and being at one with each other will be part of the plan. Why did I start writing about porn? Well I wanted a change of scenery away from painting and writing seemed to fit the bill. Especially now that university is over until January and the Covid situation suggesting it’s a good idea to stay home or go out as little as possible. Something I do anyway. I do not care for crowded places, less for idiots, running around like idiots obsessed with the idea, they must buy as much as possible, for one day of the year. Call me a Scrooge all you want, I do not care for the festive season.

When I am done here, I am going to feed the cats and write some more. If I stall, I shall do some other homework instead and look into stuff that will help in future plans. J says she will do any editing that is needed. I consider myself very fortunate and thank the universe everyday for bringing the two of us together.

Listening To Roger (Again)

Autobiographical

J has recently given up Alcohol and now sends me links to do with the subject. Occasionally she might throw in a few words such as. “Did you know Alcohol does this or that?” I think she is trying to convert me to sobriety it makes me want to hide my head under a pillow or put my fingers in my ears. I think I may be in denial. However I am endeavouring to drink less, and not question her motives too much. She says she feels loads better for having quit, I think she just eats more Chocolate to compensate. Drink aside, today, yesterday in fact the last few days, have either been spent writing up coursework notes or converting a load of babble into something halfway semblant of the English language. The addition of proper punctuation and another edit will bring things up to scratch and then the next chapter can be added. a wad of handwritten stuff can then be consigned to a box somewhere. Having got all my coursework out the way early is a delight and means I can catch up with all my own creativity. You see I have just worked through four thousand words and have approximately the same in hand written stuff on the same subject, which sounds daunting and with my hand writing is even more so. Doing stuff like this, helps me sympathise with the teachers at school and those who mark examination papers After I have finished writing about pornography, maybe I shall start on that writing about Alcohol. It would be an appropriate subject, considering everything and will serve to alleviate any issues whilst drying out.

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SOME ALCOHOL

J has said she will help with photographic stuff, editing photos and the like. In return I shall be doing a load of stuff. Basically we are helping each other to do those things, the other may be not so great at and so far so good. We have several ideas to work upon, each will be coming to the fore as we progress and when the time is right, not before. Re-arranging the home is also on the cards. J wants a study room and I want to do some stuff in the garden. All these things will take time, ideas, counter ideas, school work and a thousand other things will each play their part in seeing things come to fruition. In the meantime, I shall write, be creative and then write some more not forgetting that in writing I am also being creative. Plus writing does not stink of Turpentine or require the washing of paint brushes.

We were planning on a small walk this afternoon, but it got dark sooner than expected. Or time ran ahead of us, and we forgot. Whatever happened it allowed us to each do what we had to or wanted to do and get it done and complete. (Almost)

Operatic Obsessiveness

Autobiographical

Study has taken up a considerable amount of time recently and for once I think I am actually enjoying myself. Writing more on here for my own pleasure would be nice of course, but do you really want to know about The Irish Potato Famine?

As we head nearer toward Christmas, I laugh at those fools who booked themselves a totally unneeded vacation down in Cornwall. (England’s South West) and have now had to cancel with no refund, cause one of them caught the Covid and they all have to stay home and sweat it out for the next fortnight. I doubt you will find this in the papers, but is probably a common tale to be found across the globe right now, anywhere there’s are idiots at least. In the meantime J and I are settling down, we argue at times and she encourages me to be a better person and I hope I am doing that for the both of us. Switching off from studying and relaxing seems to be one of the harder tings to do right now, unwinding seems to be Alcohol based and probably does not work so well. The other method works very well and the only spirit used is to wash the brushes and thin oil paint. It’s hoped that I will get some work done on the artistic side of things over the next few days. Doing a job search and applying to a few would also be a good idea. Also the car could do with a good wash and a clean, the weather is ideal for such a task. Grey miserable and dank. In the US right now they have snow, I like snow. J says I would be sick of it after a short while and she is probably right.

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A bridge reflected in a body of water, with a clear blue sky and surrounded by tree’s and lush green vegetation.

I want to wind up here and go paint, put down new ideas, complete old stuff, drink tea and eat food. I want to give up alcohol, but am lazy, support J in her sobriety journey but am perhaps a bit selfish. In the meantime I study, write and listen to Opera obsessively. Feel I am running out of art materials, yet have loads in the cupboard. The same goes for my encroaching belly that threatens increase on a daily basis. The time for change is here and that change ought be embraced.

Moby Dick is Feeling Sick and Captain Kirk Is A Silly Berk

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If it’s not one thing, then it’s invariably something else and if it’s not that. Inevitably it shall be another thing.

I am of course, though that may be not totally clear, speaking about something that has recently happened. Something that is an all too common theme, in my efforts, to find sustainable employment and has actually done me a bit of a favour. I do not mind hard work and you can throw any amount of it at me and I shall get it done. Try me on this one, but please appreciate I am a little Mutton Jeff because of that. The employer liked me, said I worked like a Demon (my words) and could not fault me except for… In all honesty, face masks, plastic apron’s and gloves made me sweat like a racehorse and being unpleasantly damp the whole shift, was not a great feeling. In letting me go, they kind of did me a favour. I am now free to go back to studying, writing and looking after J who is still feeling Jack and Jill. The office still like me and shall let me know, soon as they find a suitable position for me to fill.

Star Trek': Captain Kirk's alien loves
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Our youngest, Foxton, has been spending inordinate amounts of time away from home visiting with other people and neglecting his own family. because of this and other undesirable mannerisms he has picked up, he is now grounded for the foreseeable future until he corrects these faults and remembers the way he was raised. J and I have expressed our displeasure in no uncertain way, with his Aunty and Nuncle also agreeing to provide a guiding paw in matters of domestic decorum. I only hope, that whoever he has been going to visit, soon realises the roof is not leaking, nor did they spill their cup of tea. (Again)

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Melville's Whale Was a Warning We Failed to Heed - The New York Times
Moby Dick

J and I will soon be celebrating our second Thanksgiving together, by eating loads, drinking like Fish and having a jolly good time. Up until yesterday, we were both a little concerned about our plans for this holiday, what with work and stuff. It would appear having a loud voice has it’s advantages; Being able to make yourself heard in noisy places and enjoying quality time with your loved ones being just two of them. In case you were wondering Foxton is a postman pat and I am done with Captain Kirking, at least for today, unless it involves stuff around the Rat and Mouse and J still feels Moby Dick. If you don’t have a Scooby doo what I am speaking about, then I suggest you take a butchers hook here.

GREY SKIES AND GREYER MOODS

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So the reading through stuff and editing things has commenced, J reads them out and I cringe. My grammar is something special and the ADHD thing kind of makes things interesting, a bit like tearing up a novel and rearranging the pages in a new order. Making for a whole host of unlimited twists to the plot. The sun is out today, the sky is blue and at least one cat is outside sunning itself. Lunch was tasty and we are both content. painting never got started yesterday, I stayed with the writing. Something about the twelve Apostles, though whether it stays in it’s current form form for much longer is questionable as it may well end up being utilised in something else. No doubt I will be asking J to go through stuff, correcting, editing and making recommendations. Her expertise is greatly appreciated, she has yet to decipher my hand writing. I have yet to decipher my handwriting!

School work is coming along well, I don’t think I have done so much note taking since my school days and for some reason I can read my writing here. We went for a walk today and I applied for a job, nothing fancy, it’s a stress free and easy position, Plus I know the work which is even better. Right now I am slightly stuck for what to write about and am going to give the other writing a break for the time being and maybe tackle another subject. The current Grey weather is not helping my mood and J has a little black Dog yapping around her heels which is not nice, I hope our next walk out will yield a stick and we can get rid of the thing. I love animals but not this thing, it dribbles, smells and is generally tiresome, saying that J really wants a Chihuahua, though probably not a black one.

Grey skies and Bach

Autobiographical

We were planning on going out for a walk in the local park today, the weather got in the way so we went to the dump instead. It was closed and we came home again. J made some lunch and we ate. Riveting stuff. Because of my fast paced and action packed lifestyle I wish to write about something relaxing and easy going now and looking through my folder (one of several) I realise that to do anything from here would require patience, time and a lot of questioning, my handwriting sometimes has a lot to be desired and that is what makes the whole thing so joyful. I really ought get done and type up more of this stuff, somebody might even read some of it.

Now that would be awesome. What if I were to publish it? Let me do the writing up of it all first, in the meantime and whilst I have a clear head I shall go do some painting and regulate my day out some more, like I had planned before J came home. There is a whole host of subjects available to work from. Everything from Alcohol to porn. (A whole load of writing on that) Erm what else? Oh Jesus, Sex dolls and their various attributes. A bunch of stuff on my former employment as a salesman, A massive missive to an ex, though I think that can wait for another day and another letter to an imaginary person written when I ought to have been smearing gravy browning on ‘Chocolate cakes’ Something else about a Govt sponsored job club I was obligated to attend, but only managed twice, cause it was shite and the third time I was supposed to g I found some magic mushrooms in the park which were far more interesting. What I am saying is I have a whole bunch of stuff available to work from even the crap poems I wrote and the two pages on immoderate language and swearing, which was another job club thing. More alcohol stuff. The electricity poem is quite good fun. (I Think it is) J would have a fine time, if I asked her to write this lot up, though I suspect half the time would be taken up with : what is this word? or who was this person?

A folder full of creative writing

Oh Jeez, my handwriting does something awful and goes very small, maybe I was saving ink. There is also something going back almost thirty years here, though that is already typed up and I can read it easily enough. Sadly and probably just as well, the poem about the Brown Trout is missing. Making things easier, I shall probably start with what’s already on the computer and work from there. There is a lot I know and it all needs to be dealt with in it’s way, most of it is quite palatable, with plentiful mentions of politics and other contentious subject matter, though topics such as sex, religion and others may well crop up from time to time. Have you been watching the US election happenings/ I tried not to but with J being American it was hard not to. I won’t wish Mr. Biden luck or anything, he has quite enough to be getting on without my meddling in his affairs. Though why would anyone ever want such a Dogawful job beats the shit out of me, though he could have done worse and wound up in retail.

STINGING NETTLES, LEONARDO AND JEFF BEZOS

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Yesterday I started writing a blog, This morning I dismantled and erased it. I thought it was crap! Today I am going to paint more and write about something else, other than stuff that is going down at home. Though that shall be sneaked in at points as well. It is more than anything, deciding what to write about, indecision perhaps being most relevant right now. I have been thinking about making Stinging Nettle beer, does anybody have a clue what 800 grams of those things looks like? Neither do I. I spent yesterday evening painting some landscapes and getting new ideas down on paper at least, the next days, even today I will be doing something more constructive and bringing these ideas into the light. Looking for work though not so enjoyable is also necessary.

Stinging Nettle - The Permaculture Research Institute

The thing about being an artist, it is quite easy to compare yourself to those who have gone before. The leonardo’s, van Goghs and others and thinking to yourself” why do I even bother? I can never be as good as those guys.” Actually I am not a great fan of that Leonardo man, but anyway if we can compare ourselves to other people we get nowhere in our own journey. We each have our own style of thinking, of working and speaking and this is something we ought to remember. We can study how Vincent painted, we can study leonardo and his stuff, we can learn maybe even copy but you/we cannot be that person. EVER! Or anyone else for that matter.

MONETARY SYMBOLS IN PLACE OF A PICTURE OF DOLLAR BILLS

Being grateful for what you have, is a far better stance than being miserable for what you do not have. You wanna be as rich as that Bezos man? Good ,you get the stupidly long hours and ridiculous amounts of responsibility as well. Just think about how far he can fall, and how far you can fall. Many of us want to be wealthy and like the idea of having lots of money, some of us even grizzle about how we need so much more. We make ourselves poor, just by thinking like that. Other people complain how Bezos does not pay enough tax etc he is so wealthy that he can currently give every many, woman and child on the planet $26.23 dollars (Increasing daily) which for many is next to bugger all. Now imagine the day when he can give all those people, you and me included $5,000 or more. That day is fast approaching, now imagine Bill Gates and et al all doing the same, will you be complaining then? I don’t think so and if you are, then you ought give it back to them, cause it will be wasted on you.

CATHOLIC CAT FLEAS

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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.

ROBERT RUNCIE FORMER ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY

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

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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?

UNTITLED FOR THE TIME BEING

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So J and I are back together again, it has been raining lots and we have been staying indoors a lot. However todays 100% rain has ceased, so we may well go for a walk down to the park and stretch our legs, first of all I must fulfil my obligations as a parent and clean up behind the children and their little messes, indeed one of them is currently blocking egress to the outside. Children can be noisy and disruptive, cats are at times filthy, they are also cute, adorable and very lovable. Children ditto, if you plan on or have either or both of these influences in your life, ensure you have plenty of kitchen roll and disinfectant, air freshener is optional.

When going shopping, it is a great idea to count out all your loose change, shove it in your pocket or bag ( I used a bag) and count the change from one pocket to the other as you go about getting what you need, buy the time you get to the check out, you can hand over a ton of change and annoy the check out person who now has a ton of change to deal with, when they complain, simply say ” Do you want my money or not?” Invariably they will decide on the former. Yesterday I handed over around £30.00 in Silver ( Not literally Silver) and did not deviate from my list once. There is a clear correlation between paying with a pocket full of change and keeping to your shopping list, if you have difficulty in keeping to what’s on the list, I recommend this method. You even get to leave your bank cards at home, and be safe in the knowledge you are not blowing your bank balance.

Talking about bank balances, I really must check my collection of lottery tickets, I am due to win the jackpot and want to know if I can set about replacing the garden shed. we stretched our legs and decided it was wet so we came home again.

HOMEBREW AND HEATHROW

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The tidying and vacuuming got done albeit the next day with the music playing. For some reason and not because of the volume i could hear every note, every nuance and all the work got done. I still felt exhausted and unable to rest and for the third night on the go I slept badly, if at all. This morning it annoyed me enough to just get up and start my day at silly oh clock, I hope a later dinner and forgoing the heating will help, if not then…

I have to be relatively early compared to my usual waking time as I have to make the airport run and pick up J, she is flying in from NY and to say we we are longing to be back in each others arms is an understatement. She thinks I am a good writer, tell a good story even if my punctuation/grammar is all over the place. ( A bit like my Blues and Greens)

The Rhubarb wine is all done up in Demi Johns and is bubbling away merrily, tomorrow I collect another Demi, meaning the next brew can be started upon ASAP. parsnips are calling out for my attention, however one must find nice flavoursome ones, the same goes for any vegetable crop actually, I feel a lot of root vegetable snapping in half is about to take place.

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.

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.

Homeless old men

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So I discovered late last night, to no great surprise that a bunch of old men are seeking answers to life questions by reciting the Pater Noster (Lords Prayer) and a few Ave Maria’s. Sadly the results were predictable, their invisible friend worked in mysterious ways and they had to resort to uttering the ‘Glory be’ as well. Chuck in a few meetings (Between humans) weighing up the facts and they got their answers. Building old and cold, population old or getting there, location no longer suitable: we ought to move elsewhere. As a non religious person it is very easy to work this out for oneself, how ever some people will argue till they are blue in the face that the Holy Ghost thing helped them in their decision making. Sure it did. Just as the meeting involved dialogue between people and got stuff done.

I woke early this morning, whats more important I got up as well, it feels a whole load better than lingering in bed half the morning and doing nothing. If the weather behaves I shall vacuum the car, otherwise I shall do the decorating, probably both. I may even write the more or do some marketing work after all I do have a stomach to feed and bills to pay. You cannot run a business on Hail Mary’s, instead you ought apply discipline, hard work and a willing positive attitude to your labours. Eat properly, sleep properly and be prepared to put the hours in. Treat your business like a garden only water that which you wish to see grow and you will soon see the results of your labours.

The sun is shining, the cats are fed and it is time to start doing stuff. I shall be back in later to have some breakfast and start on the next thing. I guess it will be some decorating work, not very exciting I know, however the house will look nicer for it and I can get rid of this tin of paint, put the equipment away and get a portion of counter top back. This is the ultimate goal for today, to liberate the counter top from the paint tray and brushes.

In the news

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Finding myself these last few days at a loss of sorts and aimlessly dabbing at canvas with a paint brush and not getting any satisfaction or sense of purpose in the action. Don’t get me wrong I have not gone off painting, but I do know when I have been leaving one thing out to concentrate on another, in doing so upsetting the balance of things. So what has been happening? A bunch of dodgy monks are leaving a draughty cold old monastery and an adjacent school. They disgraced themselves a few years ago, is it necessary to explain how? Kind of sad in a way, seeing as I went to the place, the school that is, not the monastery. However their pigeons have come home to roost and long may they continue to do so.

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I have to remind myself that writing is part of creativity, cause I often forget, still the painting side of things is coming along just fine, so is my studying. However things like the garden, the house maintenance and other stuff has all been neglected, in fact I am getting up late and not doing that much during when I am. Why? i do not know or have an idea as to why, maybe it’s the weather, procrastination can be a terrible thing. So let us move forwards and get stuff done, do the paint work, tidy up the garden and clean the car out. Being profitable and useful no matter the weather,sitting around, doing nothing and feeling the worse for it, does no good whatsoever.

Maybe I ought write everyday, each morning whilst letting the Coffee do its work. It certainly worked before which means it will probably work again, it felt good too So I shall do it again. Other news? Well you can start with the BBC and move on from on there.

Bed clothes, Covid and Pangolins

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So before I go and do something more mundane like changing the bed clothes and shooing the cats outside, I am going to write. Then I ought to get on and do some more school work, however the weather looks nice today and to waste it would be a pity so I shall put the washing out to dry in it and do some stuff out there as well. being outdoors is good for the spirit and working with nature has been proven to be beneficial also.

Aside from the weather, J and I have been spending lots of time chatting via video link We are still apart from each other due to this stupid Corona bug but what can you do. It will probably go away as quickly as it came and in a few years be replaced with something equally tiresome, brought about by eating Rats, Bats, snakes or Pangolins… It boggles my mind as to the rubbish people will put down their throats and call food but that is just me and as tasty as Chicken can be, they look much nicer feathered and strutting around the yard, scratching in the dirt. In truth of course there a thousand different theories as to how the Covid started, most of them are utter cobblers and the one about 5G being the cause, beggars belief entirely. The best one is probably unhygienic practices at some food market or other. Hopefully people learn the lessons from this pandemic and the planet and its inhabitants can move forward accordingly.

A place I want to be WIP 2020

Otherwise the art is coming along fine, though I have yet to do anything on the above subject or am I likely too. There are better things to focus my attention upon.

Other things to do in Covid time

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So as Summer draws to a close, what is it we ought be doing to help ourselves at this time? Firstly stop bothering your head with what the media has to tell you, in fact and if you possibly can ditch news media altogether, especially newspapers. Do this and you will soon be delighted with the money you start saving by not indulging Rupert Murdoch and his kind and you will soon find your household has far less rubbish in it. Which is better for you, your mental health and the planet too. That’s a winner whichever way you look at it. You can also help yourself by turning the TV off or at least not watching so much of it, do you really need to watch endless repeats of property programmes and stuff about war? No I did not think so, this stuff is not good for your brain or for much at all when you consider things. Don’t drink too much alcohol, if you can, ditch the stuff entirely and see the difference this makes to you, your relationships and bank balance. The stuff is sold to make people stupid, the glamourous image is just a marketing mans trick to make you think otherwise.

Take up some new positive and affirming activity like gardening, if you don’t have a garden then get some house plants or find an allotment, you will soon benefit from all the joys that working with plants and the land can bring you, not too mention the physical exercise it provides. If gardening is not really your thing, then take up something else, let it be relaxing and at the same time interesting, it should stimulate your brain and provide plenty of scope for learning more, treat the brain as a group of muscles that if exercised on a regular basis, reward you with clearer thinking and expanded awareness. If you can get out every so often and enjoy nature, go for walks and get fresh air in your lungs they too will reward you with greater longevity and more energy. Soon you maybe thinking why wasn’t I doing this previously? if you smoke, cut back or ditch the habit altogether. Smoking is best left to Dragons (mythological + fantastical ones)

In writing these words I do not want to sound like some kind of New Age purist that would be a little hypocritical, however I can testify to the benefits of abstaining from Alcohol. I quit smoking several years ago and you can still laugh and dance and make jokes whilst drinking Tea, be it herbal or the normal stuff whats more you can remember what you did the next day. Most importantly don’t worry about what is out of your control, how is bothering your head ceaselessly going to help? the most it will do is give you wrinkles, raise your blood pressure and upset your bowels. Do you want any of that? Neither did I , so I stopped worrying, did what I had to do and let the rest flow naturally.

Watching Magpies

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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.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT TEA.

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Even though it would be a nice thing to write everyday, there are times when that does not happen. This is  due to one thing or another and sometimes something else, the rest of the time I am probably painting.

It is a good thing to remember that creativity comes in many forms and ‘beating’ yourself up cause you have not stuck to your goals is good for nothing. better to just accept you are human and are not infallible. The painting has been taking over these last few days and it is nice to retreat back up to the library and do some writing instead. Being up here means I get to sit in a comfy chair and not be distracted by canvas, paint and brushes.

I am currently working on finishing off the back room, this is after thinking it was all done, when it was not. The wood work is displeasing to my eye and needs correcting, the door frame has been stripped down, the door removed from it’s hinges. Later on I shall probably apply paint stripper to the skirting boards and maybe pull out the fridge and freezer and do behind them too.

PAINT STRIPPER STINKS!

Going Commando

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So this morning I spent some time converting image files to jpegs and discovered them all to be too small and next to useless. This resulted in a small grumble and as a lesson to be remembered for the future. I have still to work out how a large image of say 35 MB, can suddenly shrink to a paltry 356KB when you switch file type. Maybe I need to do some more reading up on the subject, devote time to learning about digital imagery and less on war comics. Did I tell you I have the entire back catalogue of The Victor comic on CD ROM. This is not to mention the whole of Charley’s war in hardback. I will not mention the thousand or so Commando comics I collected over a number of years. I also have a number of The Victor annuals. ( The rest are on the cd’s) One day somebody might have the balls to write a comic strip about killing terrorists, you know the insane fundamentalist ones: Christian, Islamic, Jewish or whatever.

We all have a right to defend our borders from the invader and… Idiots, we also have a duty to understand why the idiots want to attack us and why the invader wants to invade. Maybe they want to introduce something called democracy, or do they simply want your natural resources? If you country has lots of oil and a dodgy leadership then you will understand this. If your country has nothing but rocks and a dodgy leadership… Enjoy. It will be interesting to see if President Elect Biden see’s out his first time in office. That is unlike, the last Catholic elected to the supreme office of that great country. Why anyone in their right mind wants to get involved in politics and run for high office beats the sugar out of me. Maybe they all have ego issues, in some cases are out and out narcissists, or maybe they have put their to do their masters bidding. Or have their skeletons dragged out the cupboard for all to see. If you see a politicians lips move ignore them, they are telling porkies.

So far today I have imbibed several mugs of tea and feel pretty content with myself. I have also drunk several glasses of Soda water and they were nice as well. The weather has been kind today, the cats are well and those wretched neighbours have been quiet enough for me to pretend they are not there. Google analytics pretends to be easy to work with. Maybe in day light.

Make Tea, Not War

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The alcohol industry makes huge profits out of peoples addictions to having their senses numbed and being stupid. Religion works along pretty much the same lines, listen for too long and you will become daft as well. You see the former kills off your brain cells, makes you do foolish stuff and kids you into thinking the Govt. is doing you a good turn. The latter persuades you by gentle and constant prodding and injections of fear into thinking that if you disobey the ideas being fed to you, you will burn in hell fire for all eternity. In essence they are both very alike one poisons your liver, and makes you stupid. The other poisons your brain and keeps you stupid, remove yourself from one and it feels like hell. Remove yourself from the other and you are ‘guaranteed’ hell. However the alcohol industry pays its taxes, which is more than be said for religious institutions, which being classified as charities do not. If you cut yourself, you can pour some liquor on it and that will cleanse the wound until you can get to a doctor. The religion people will tell you it is Dogs wrath for your sinful behaviour and you bloody deserve it.

The message here is loud and clear, you ought to drink Tea. You can read war comics as well. Tea is refreshing, leaves no nasty hangover and leaves your liver a happier organ, that will provide you with many years of loyal service. War comics can be great yarns of imaginary Derring Do, of brave Soldaten taking on the evil enemy and his tanks with just a pistol, a pack of chewy sweets and a good luck charm. They feature every scenario possible, with every armed service imaginable. Placing the reader in the thick of the action against the barbaric foreign invader and creating some terrible stereotypes along the way. Be warned, war is not actually so cool and being shot at is probably not very pleasant, being shot is probably even worse and likely to elicit cries more substantial than “it’s nothing but a flesh wound.” and Gor Blimey Sarge, that lousy foreigner just shot me.” Somehow in these stories, the cure for all ills is a mug of hot sweet tea and a couple of biscuits, back in the day it was a cigarette or two, but those are now bad for your health. Should there be a warning advising against war, warning that being shot or blown up is bad for your health? I would like to see one and when you consider how many human lives have been brought to an end through wars which have been started by religious foolery? How much violence is started by alcohol? How many started by drinking tea?

The answer is clear, that we as a species ought drink more tea, go to church less often (if at all) Religion is the enemy of all right and free thinking people. Teaching their adherents to hate their neighbours and blow themselves up in the name of what, some make believe authority figure? Let those who would claim their god is right do the warring and see how long their deity and their faith last in front of a Machine gun going at full whack! They ought to have learnt to drink tea.