Tuesday, 20 June 2017

Folk Festivals

Morris dancers, stalls with all kinds of knick knacks and food in abundance. That is what these festivals are all about. Last week we went to the Weymouth Folk Festive. Small festival, with the stalls and stages dotted around the harbour. We met up with Derek, he was fishing for crabs, helped by his side kick Mark North of Dorset County Museum fame.

Back to the Morris dancers, in South Africa we have the Zulu Dancers, raw and aggressive. Well the Morris dancers display the same raw aggression, just in a contained style, as not to frighten the children and elderly. Yes, there is the bashing of sticks, stomping of feet, even war paint on their faces. I must say they are very tastefully painted, in the cat like themes, reminiscent of a face painting party. 

Not much else really, when you have seen one line of festival stalls, you have seen them all. We had a crab sandwich and a coffee before saying goodbye to Derek and his family, before taking a leisurely drive home. 
This week we went to the Wimborne Folk Festival. We started out with the live music, this is where things started to go wrong and all I can say is, if there is a god, please be merciful and spare me from having to go to pop festivals. Thinking it was a folk festival we were astonished to find a tribute band playing someone called madness, really was madness, drunk, half dresses young people everywhere. All drinking cider and beer out of 2 litre milk cartoons, really! The amount of tattoos on display was also quite disgusting. Not even my liberal mind could take much of that, so we left to see the rest of the festival. You may have noticed, I am not calling it a folk festival, as there was no folk music or anything to do with a folk festival. The town was filled with food and festival stalls, but all closed. We ended up having an Italian meal and walked back to the car through a horde of drunken, loud revellers. A night best left forgotten. 
Susan did point out, if we had gone earlier and into the town for a drink and something to eat, we would probably been wise enough not to go anywhere near the loud music.

The Eagle Has Landed

Robert is home tomorrow. Susan has been missing her boys, no I say, she has pinned for her sons, that lady of Shalott. Or should I say Suelott. This is one blog she will not proof read, I can hear her now.
‘You can't say that, there might be children reading this blog. The naked lady on a horse, takeout it out.’
The lady will have spoken but alas I have the power to take you to the magical place of the Lady of Shalott.

A day later!

Actually she just send me a text ‘The Eagle Has Landed’ when Robert landed at Heathrow. That is some stretch of the imagination, to compare Robert to an eagle but she is his mother. As you might have gathered, Robert is back, tanned and looking good. 

Another two days later!

We actually having some of the hottest days for 20 odd years, if the weather people are to believed. 30.5 deg C, with little or no wind makes it quite uncomfortable. So much sunshine is not something we are accustomed to and does make sleeping difficult. Our houses are not built for hot weather. I am at the beach and find the locals have discarded most of there modesty and are down to only the bare essential to cover themselves, most succeed but a few of the younger women are a sight to behold, in a pleasant way most of the time. My mind does go back to my previous blog Newtons Law vs the Bikini. Well to add to the experience of people watching I have noticed some of these very small bikinis are actually see through when wet.

Back to Robert, he started his first driving lesson today and came home in one piece and his lady instructor has agreed to give him another lesson. That should be a positive indication for the start of his motoring career. I do hope he spaces the lessons out a little, give me time to find a suitable car for him. There is always the Zafira, 10 years old, it is reliable, just worry it might be a little too big. What will be, will be, the futures not ours to see.

Just noticed a quite nicely built young lady playing volley ball with her friends and got a little over zealous with the return, oh dear, it is that Newtons Law again, major embarrassment and she fell, so everything is covered in sand. Don't ask, I am not going into anymore detail. This is turning out to be quite fun. Time for a swim, till later.

Saturday, 17 June 2017

History tells its own story

The beauty of history, is that it tells its own story, we need to remember that, in our day to day lives. Every now and again, let's reflect, what we post on Facebook, tweet or email, one day someone might write your history and the careless tweet might put a very different slant on you and your life. Take for example the Afrikaner and his hatred towards the black. His guilt fuelled that hatred. Let's take it from the beginning.

Portuguese navigator Bartholomeu Dias is the first European to travel round the southern tip of Africa in 1820. But, Jan van Riebeeck, representing the Dutch East India Company, founds the Cape Colony at Table Bay in 1652. Mostly uninhabited except for the indigenous San and Khoikhoi people, who we now know, had been there since the 4th century.

The San and Khoikhoi are in actual fact descendants of the Middle Paleolithic populations, which makes them the true indigenous people of South Africa. The San were hunter-gathers and the Khoikhoi were headers, much like the Basuto, but they moved down much later. 

The Dutch East India Company had no intention of colonising the Cape, instead just a secure base camp where passing ships could shelter and stock up. As the Khoikhoi were not agricultural farmers, Dutch farmers were brought to establish farms. The small initial group of burghers, as these farmers were known, steadily increased in number and began to expand their farms further north and east. The free burghers were ex-VOC soldiers and gardeners, who were unable to return to Holland when their contracts were completed with the VOC.

Van Riebeeck did not enslave the local Khoi and San aboriginals, so the VOC began to import large numbers of slaves primarily from Dutch colonies in the Far East. The Afrikaner was born, mainly made up of unions between the burgers and slaves and to some extent, the indigenous Khoi and San people. Simon van der Stel, the first Governor of the Dutch settlement, famous for his development of the lucrative South African wine industry, was himself of mixed race-origin.

That is the start of the quilt ridden nation we now know as the Afrikaners. Their nations fathers, loved and brought up mixed race families, when did it all go wrong, what made them hate their origin so much that they took it out on the blacks? It certainly has comeback to haunt them.

So I go back to my original statement, be aware of what you do and say, history will be the judge.

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Doctor in court over attack

I have just read about this man taking a doctor to court, because he had a heart attack. The man that is, actually his heart attacked him quite badly, left with a weaken body and can no longer do an strenuous sports. He claimed the doctor should of warned him that his heart could attack him at anytime. Looking for substantial damages. Nasty incident. 

Something like the notice I saw pinned to a fence. Life is short, death is sure, sin is the cause, Christ is the cure. I know, they having a laugh but in all seriousness, is it the wine, it that my sin. The odd bottle of red so loving sipped. Yes I hear you say, that is a sin but I say no, did Christ not turn water to wine? I can see it now, all his buddies around him and there is no wine. You all know what young people are like on a rave, they need alcohol.
'Come on mate, have a word with Pops and turn the water to a pleasant little Shiraz and while you at it a Chardonnay for the wee lasses.'

Susan is a great weight watchers supporter and goes to the game every Saturday. Her team is made up of Anna, Vivienne and the Captain Susan. It is a little hit and miss as to the outcome of the game, they weight in on a independent scale and then it is the winners that eat well for the rest of the week. The losers tend to train harder, eat less in other words, to be able to show commitment and some progress for the match the following Saturday. There is a downside, if you gain, in this case it is gain, not loose, then you the loser, but I'd you loose then you the winner, I know it is a difficult game to follow but believe me it is being done through out the world and has a silent fans base, much larger then all those cricket fans. Rugby does not even get a look in. Roughly 50 % of the world follow this game in some form or other. Hang on, give me a minute, the buzzer has just gone off in the kitchen and as I am cooking, it is my duty to make sure the totally fat free casserole is not burning. 
Panic over, honour restores and the Mexican mixed beans are quite happily cooked and ready to eat with fat free rice from India, have you seen a fat Indian from rural India? Thought not. They mastered weight watcher, many years ago. Clever Indians, not the North American variety, they will eat a bison in one sitting. You know what I mean, me chief, you squaw. 

Anyway from the dish I am cooking you would be able to gather where we are in the league and how the rest of the week is planned out, menu wise.

Saturday, 10 June 2017

Life, your way

You will meet a lot of people in your life, some good, others. Always remember, don’t stay with those that you bring you down, it is fine to leave and find new people. Very few have a life just full of success. Failure is part of life, you cannot escape some sort of failure, unless of course you never take the chance to succeed. Learn those life lessons from failure, don’t be afraid to fail you might just find success.Many people will help other people, just because, well, there are other people. That’s just how it goes. Terry Pratchett said this in his last Discworld books. Worth a read.

Have you notice how heavy the sun shine can be. On a clear night you lookup and see the stars, the air is free and light, the eye sees forever. As the day breaks the sun shine slowly weighs down your distance and the sky is almost touchable. A barrier covers those bright stars and we look down until dusk. Must say the weather is horrid here today, gale force winds and persistent rain, has put any notion of a stroll along the beach furthest from my mind.

We have a beach permit for the Zafira, our beach car. This brings a freedom to visit whenever we want, for as long as we want. It is funny but that £ 2.08 we have to pay for an hour of parking, is a restraint. Firstly you have to pay it and secondly you constantly aware that you only have an hour. Parking fees always leave a bitter taste, almost like the council, want that last drop of blood. All a little corrupt, firstly we as rate payers, pay the salary of the parking attendant, so he can fine us if we do not pay to park. We have to pay to park in a parking area, we as rate payers, pay the up keep for. In a nutshell, we pay someone, to fine us in our own car park. Our society is burden by corruption and tax, no society is right if you have 40% employed by the governing bodies, who exist through our taxes. The popular belief is that for every £ 100 you pay in tax, £ 37 will be of benefit to the community. Actually that is the same conversion used for Fahrenheit to Centigrade. Multiple centigrade by 1.8 and add 32 will give you roughly Fahrenheit.

I sometimes wonder why the simply task of putting food on a fork and lifting it to your mouth is a problem, never seems to stay on long enough to get into your mouth. I have found, of late, that the forks have a mind of their own. I do believe they are making shaky forks, those that drop food onto your clean t-shirt. It is an interesting theory but I do believe the fork manufacturers are working with the laundry cleaners. Has anyone else found the same problem?

Friday, 2 June 2017

Newtons law vs Bikini

Had a catchup with my brother today. It went something like this.'How you all, well?' Russell asked.'Yep, we all well, hot hear today and we are looking forward to a sunny weekend once Susan gets back from London. You all well?' I answer.'Yes all well.' Russell answers. That was the end of our catchup, I am looking forward to the next one. Very thought provoking, we all love him dearly.

Down at my local having a coffee in the sun and looking at the swimwear on display and I can happily put it in two categories, functional and decorative. The functional costumes, you can swim in, while the decorative are made to cover just enough, these are not recommended for swimming.
Caution: size and shape may be different

I must confess to preferring the limited addition of the decorative type, they really struggle to contain or cover what they meant to. Very interesting study. The bottom of the swimsuit leaves ample space for the sun to maximise its shine to the whole of the bottom. Quite ingenious and pleasing on the eye, beware, all bottoms do not suit this type of swimwear. 

Those of ample shape should go for the more conventional cut thereby saving us the embarrassment of having to avert our eyes when they walk, bend or swim. Sometimes too much is just that. Isaac Newton explored the theory of gravity and it has remained the same, gravity will prevail. 'Newton's law of universal gravitation states that a particle attracts every other particle in the universe using a force that is directly proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between their centers.'

The makers of these decorative swimsuits should research this theory before designing and selling them to the unsuspecting public. Take for example, a well built wearer of one of these swimsuit and then mix them together with a small wave, that which was so elegantly covered is now on public display. Newtons law comes in again, the top of the bikini will naturally be attracted down by the weight of the water, while the contents will be buoyed up by the natural process of wanting to float. Result, topless. 

This is complex problem and I must confess I do not have all the answers.