Archive for April, 2013

Something’s brewing (this May bank holiday…)

Wednesday, April 10th, 2013

History of brewing is intertwined with the culture and architectural past of the United Kingdom.   It was back in the 1550’s when be magistrates began to control brewing, but not until the 18th century until London saw some of the first industrial breweries to serve the mass market.  Some of those power houses of increasing automation and labour saving techniques produced some wonderful buildings which still exist around the national and London landscape – the lovely Hole’s Castle Brewery (now offices) in philosopher-in-cheif’s own Newark, or the wonderful and equally grade II Truman’s Black Eagle Brewery in Brick Lane, Spitalfields.

Technology has been the boom industry for the past 30 years, with great big monolithic datacentres peppering the docklands and other cities around the world.  Strangely akin to the growth at the heart of the English brewing industry in Burton upon Trent, where their output and employment trebled every 10 years between 1850 and 1880.  What lies within the aforementioned Trueman’s site now is in fact a datacentre of a company called Interxion.  Maybe we can find some good datacentre sites to turn into breweries in a few hundred years time… let’s not get going on “built to last”.  Keep with me, I’ll get to the point…

So in London, only two of the original 18th century breweries from yesteryear still produce beer – Fuller’s Griffin Brewery in Chiswick (anyone driving out of London via the M4 can’t fail to spot that one!), or Stag Brewery over in Richmond.  They’re both fine sites, but they’re not the only brewers in town…

The London Brewers Alliance, a relatively recent loose association of anyone commercially brewing in London, counts 44 brewers in town.  They’re in their Chiswick palaces, hiding under railway arches (ah ha, the photo finally makes some sense!), or in converted timber yards.  No space is seemingly inappropriate to brew in, but we are entering a period of craft, small batch, and authenticity in what we as consumers want to spend our money on.   What’s more, and here’s the point of the three hundred or so words you are reading… they’re showing us what London can do, all in one place – a railway arch in Hackney, this May bank holiday (3-5th) http://londonsbrewing.co.uk.

Thanks to English Heritage for some pointers on history [1]!

Statue of the Virgin Mary in Amiens Cathedral

Tuesday, April 9th, 2013

The town of Amiens is in the north of France, half way between Paris and Calais on the A16 Autoroute.

I took this shot on my last visit to the cathedral there. A beautiful large gothic cathedral, not unlike the Notre Dame cathedral in Paris. I take great pride in the fact that the blokes from the Australian army defended Amiens from the Germans in world war 1.

 

After the snow

Tuesday, April 9th, 2013

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After the snow – see snowy pic for context.

Spring has sprung

Tuesday, April 9th, 2013

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Spring has sprung, not on Jupiter and Mars but in Lincoln.

Buy Book1

Monday, April 8th, 2013

The Abandoned Sandy Shoe

The ebook is fantastic value. With 186 poems and chinks together with insights into the story behind each piece the Abandoned Sandy Shoe ebook will keep you entertained on many a long flight and holiday. Dip into it each night before hitting the hay or read it from front to back in one long and engrossing session. Comes with illustrations by Carole Daynes and front cover by funkypancake.

Click on the pic to buy the ebook or scroll down for the print version.buy the ebook

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some people prefer their books the  good old fashioned way – printed on paper that they can touch and feel and look at on their bookshelves.

This one comes in a neat A5 version with the Abandoned Sandy Shoe on the front cover, the Philosopherontap “Thinker” logo on the back and 45 choice poems and chinks in between.

This is definitely one for the collection and contains classics such as “Jamjar of Apostrophes”, “2nd Poetical Law of Thermodynamics” and “sad music”.

Sandy Shoe print version

Click on the pic to buy the print version or why not buy them both:)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Check out the recorded live stream of the book launch party below.

Bloke walking along with girlfriend very happy – it must be love

Monday, April 8th, 2013

It was one of those little moments that lift you. I was walking along Wragby Road heading to the Morning Star and coming the other way was a couple in their mid twenties. He looked a typical bloke, one of the lads and not out of place on the terraces at Sincil Bank.

As they passed me he said hello with the friendliest of smiles going. He didn’t seem the kind of bloke that would normally do that. It made me smile back and carry on smiling as I left them behind. It’s amazing what love does for you.

Paparazzi surround the Aston Martin Cygnet somewhere in London

Monday, April 8th, 2013

It just goes to show how sheltered I am. I’d never heard of the Aston Martin Cygnet. I came across one whilst strolling through London Town on the way from Victoria to Parliament, as one does. That was when I discovered that my mates were paparazzi in waiting. I took a picture of them taking admiring shots of this car. Could fit it in my boot 🙂 .

The fridge runner

Sunday, April 7th, 2013

The extreme sport of fridge running as demonstrated at the Lincoln 10k race. Fridge running is a latter day phenomenon, largely because the refrigerator is a relative new invention in the timeline of the modern era. One hundred years ago, or less, the only means of maintaining food at low temperatures was the simple pantry. This was at least the case for the majority of the population whose gardens were too small to accommodate an ice house.

Whilst the pantry had some benefits, not the least of which was that it was a large walk in store that would be pretty cool (pun intended) in a modern kitchen where space is often at a premium it was totally impractical to carry around on one’s back.

This is where the modern fridge excels. As well as keeping food colder for longer than the pantry, provided the seal is not compromised, it  is easier to strap onto your back for the purpose of fridge running. In this scenario the running performance is not compromised by the state of the seal  though a mouldy seal is undesirable for cosmetic purposes. The problem is easily overcome by the light application of a proprietary cleansing cream that is easily wiped off leaving the rubber seal as new.

Fridge running is an elite sport with few exponents. To some extent this is due to the immense physical strength and endurance required of its participants but also because it does demand an element of eccentricity that characterised the mad dogs and Englishmen of midday sun fame you have to be a nutter.

There is considerable strategy involved in fridge running. It isn’t just a question of hoiking the fridge on your back and running. The strategy adopted will vary by length of race. Long races conducted in hotter than ideal conditions offer the opportunity to stock the fridge with supplies of chilled liquids (not beer – beer is not recommended for fridge running unless it is for the benefit of supporters positioned along the route or for resale to spectators as part of the commercial opportunity generated by the growing interest in the sport).

Clearly a balance has to be struck between the problems associated with carrying a heavier fridge and the benefits brought to the runner by it’s contents.  This is very much an individual judgement and no attempt is made here to define the optimum load set.

I hope you enjoy the video. Please take the opportunity to watch other random Lincoln 10k snippets on my YouTube channel. None are as interesting as this but you might see someone you know:)

Ciao baby…

Road closed

Sunday, April 7th, 2013

There is no way forward. The road ahead is closed, the way is barred to vehicular traffic. You cannot get through. The barrier is insurmountable and there is a steward stationed there to guard the junction. It is unlikely in the extreme that you would be able to get your car past the barricade.

That isn’t to say that the defences would keep out a marauding attacker, a belligerent invader hell bent on an objective on the other side of the thoroughfare. A brigade of storm-troopers would I’m sure find the obstacle not to be an obstacle, what is actually a piffling plastic moulding to indeed be piffling and no match for a platoon of size thirteen boots stomping forwards with violent aggression, a contemptuous sideways glance the only recognition that there had once been an attempt at a roadblock.

Do not feel that you can treat this as a behavioural role model. The rule of law is there for the benefit of all. It is what makes this country civilised and safe and a thoroughly pleasant place to call home. Be assured that marauders will be kept at bay by the full defensive might of the forces of law and order, themselves no shrinking violets nor pansies blown around in the light prevailing winds of uncertainty.

Stop. The road ahead is closed, until it reopens.

Alcatraz by Plumb-it

Saturday, April 6th, 2013

Sounds like a racehorse doesn’t it? Alcatraz by Plumb-it. Actually this is part of a small parade of shops in Bromborough. When you need a hair cut or some plumbing tape (or a spanner) you can kill two birds with one stone.

Ironically we talk about escaping from Alcatraz. In Bromborough blokes escape to Alcatraz. They pop out with a parting shout over the shoulder saying “just nipping out for a hair cut loov (or plumbing tape or spanner)”. When there they sit in a line waiting for their turn in the chair. Short back and sides and a bit of a trim off the top please. Or number one all over. Whatever suits. Off to the match this afternoon?

Something for the weekend sir?

No birds were killed during the making of this post and no mention was made of holidays.

The jobslist

Saturday, April 6th, 2013

jobslistThere is something practical yet sinister about a jobslist. It’s all about control. String-pulling from afar. Whilst I say that it is also true that I won’t do anything if it isn’t written down. This stems from a time where jobs would be fired at me as if from a verbal machine gun. I couldn’t cope. Having finished one job another would appear. It was very dispiriting. A bit like climbing a mountain. You reach one rise only to find there is another ahead of you.

To avoid this scenario I began to insist that the jobs be written down on a list. That way I could gauge the scope of it all and apportion time as appropriate. This worked but I quickly found that having crossed one or two off the list, more jobs would appear. This was no different to the old way when nothing was written down. It was in effect an endless list.

I put a stop to that. No new jobs could be added until every one on the existing list was crossed off. That way a sense of satisfaction could be reached when all the jobs were done. New jobs could go on a new list after a suitable period of recovery. This intermission would also allow me to bask in the glow albeit short that came from completing all the jobs.

So whilst in one sense a jobslist is about one person controlling another it is also a means of control for the person doing the jobs.

no grave but the sea

Saturday, April 6th, 2013

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ear shanty, ritual capstan strain

flag-crack sail hoist rope run

settle fair wind thirst atlantic swell

journey, unknown horizon, hope, doubt, trepidation

lead swinging three sheets

colours nailed yardarm awash

line crossed adrift

sun-scorched deck bleach doldrums

pump weathering tack

Eternal Father foaming deep rock tempest

 

No roses on a sailor’s grave

 

On  a sailor’s grave there are no roses

On a seaman’s grave there bloom no Edelweiss

The only ornaments are the white gulls

And the many tears a girl is weeping

 

translation from a German sea shanty

 

…the sea gods will take their toll – Joseph Conrad

smooth writing

Saturday, April 6th, 2013

smooth writing, smooth music

experiments in relaxation

spring arrives

ground soaks up heat

coldest of hearts, melted

hands out palms up, eyes closed

The End

Saturday, April 6th, 2013

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Paused at the window of Reader’s Rest on Steep Hill in Lincoln. A poignant moment. Used to love browsing the shelves of this shop. It sold second hand books and it was a real treat spending some kid free time there. When I first heard it was closing I nipped in and picked up a set of Gibbon’s Decline and Fall for forty quid. Bargain. I had meant to pop back and hoover up some editions of the History of England but now it is too late. Ah well. It was worth a moment of quiet reflection. It had been there for thirty one years. Life moves on…

Japanese gardens in the sun.

Friday, April 5th, 2013

This one is from a trip I made to the japanese gardens in Toowoomba, QLD, Australia.

The botanical gardens there have a few themed areas, my favourite is definitely the Japanese section, I hope this image illustrates why.

Toowoomba is a more regional town in the drier parts of Queensland, they must have a very good watering system as it always looks lovely and green.