Wednesday 30th November, 2022

Album of the Day: Funkadelic – One Nation Under A Groove

Any album that open with the masterpiece One Nation gets an extra star as the starting point. But where to go from there? You can’t keep up the quality for an entire album, and it shows here. Who Says a Funk Band Can’t Play Rock picks up the pace slightly. They are SPELLING OUT the message of the album, in case it had passed you by. It gets a little self indulgent with the ice cream thing and strays into South Park territory. There was a little too much going off here to enjoy the album as a whole. Bonkers, spirited.

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The cricket fixtures dropped for the new season ahead. Oh the excitement! I’ve not had the chance yet to go through them with some future summer planning. It should be a little easier this year. I’ve scaled down to Championship Membership, rather than County. The Blast and the silly Hundred can do one.

Buzzed: Lambeth Council considers road charging options in response to Climate Emergency

Retrofitting council homes, decarbonising schools and some form of ‘road charing to suppress the demand for car trips’ will all be discussed when the Lambeth Overview and Scrutiny Committee meets at the Town Hall on 6th December.

Lunchtime meant another swim. I was surprised as to how damp the roads were as I cycled off to the pool. It looked like there had been quite a downpour overnight. I slept right through.

I went head to head with a swimming buddy for 40 lengths. We’re kindled souls, both in and out of the pool. We both understand that swimming for us should be undertaken with as little communication as possible. It’s all about your own personal space.

We’re also both of a similar ability. He smiled at me as we both entered adjacent lanes at the same time. I knew what that meant. Let’s chase each other down, but in a friendly way. I was up for the challenge and welcomed a pacemaker.

He pushed ahead for the first ten; I then found my rhythm and we were even for another twenty lengths. I had the energy from the morning porridge to ease half a length ahead for the final ten lengths. He have me another smile at the end. We both showered and changed in silence.

There was similar solitude on the bicycle ride back to base. My ears were still clogged up with water. Not wanting to make light of those with hearing issues, but for me is what bliss. The sound of the traffic was silenced out.

I passed a Good Owd Essex Boy in the village riding a tricycle. Chapeau! It looked like he had found his own cycling solitude for the morning as well.

Podcast listening for the afternoon was focussed around Jason Lee. The ex-Forest player has been doing the rounds after finally meeting up with David Baddiel. Both have TV shows / podcasts to promote. Lee was the guest on the BBC Shut Up and Show More Football Forest podcast.

He’s a fascinating and thoughtful character. The dignity in which he addresses the racism he suffered on Fantasy Football was impressive. So much so that I then downloaded his own podcast, a sixty minute conversation with Baddiel. It’s one of the most articulate conversations I’ve heard around football and race.

I had some fun with a spam caller. In recent years I’ve stopped answering my phone from any unrecognised number. But I was in a playful mood.

Mr Spam wanted to offer me 40% discount on my current phone deal. He asked me what my current network is. I replied that I didn’t know. He then demanded that I tell him what phone model I was using. I answered Nokia. Mr Spam hung up. SEE YA!

I pissed off back down to Sunny Stockwell early evening. Some absolute WEIRDO decided to sit opposite me on the train. The entire carriage was empty. He boarded, walked up and down, then decided on the seat opposite mine. I was going to make a move, but then he got off one stop later. Oddball.

I was stopped by a Copper at some lights ahead of Ldn Bridge on the Brompton ride down to Sunny Stockwell. Evening all, etc. wtf have I done? My days of traffic light jumping are long gone. I had working front and back lights.

“I LOVE your jacket, Sir.”

Oh. So hopefully that’s not an arrestable offence. I was wearing my LED front and back flashing bib. I must admit, it’s quite a look.

Back in the flat and an email landed form Organisation X. It looks like that nice Information Commissioner put a rocket up their arse after they failed to comply with a Decision Notice. Organisation X has dodged the question yet again. The word ‘vexatious’ was used, more than once. Organisation X ISN’T Lambeth Council, btw.

I filed another two FoI’s, for shit ‘n’ giggles.

Goodnight from Vexatious JC.

Links for Wednesday 30th November, 2022

What Little Bookshops can do

#Festive500 at @HerneHillVel 🚴 Not for the faint hearted. Chapeau! #hernehill

Tuesday 28th November, 2022

Tuesday morning at The Table of Dreams. It took two wipings to get the match play surface in tip top condition for the spectacle to follow. There was a strong start from A. She’s found my weak spot, knowing that I can’t play a backhand return. I soon put an end to that and took her out 4-1

Album of the Day: Johnny Cash – American IV: The Man Comes Around

This sounds like the death throws of an artist, but not in a mournful manner. The choice of songs is superb, with some sounding even better than the originals. The First Time I ever Saw Your Face, I’m So Lonesome, and even Personal Jesus. The production places the vocals right at the centre of the mix, where they should be. Cash was taking risks right through until the end, rather than playing the cabaret Country circuit. Ditch Danny Boy (no such thing as a decent version of this) and you’d have a five star album.

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The lunchtime bicycle ride to the pool was weird. I rolled out on the winter MTB. Something didn’t feel right. The tyres seemed heavy. I was making hard work of the ride. At the other end I did a few basic mechanical checks. Everything seemed fine. Maybe I was just slower?

It was a similar story in the pool. I thought that I was making great progress with some power strokes for the 40 lengths. Garmin disagrees. I was slower than the usual time, missing the 17 minute cut off. I do miss outdoor swimming.

I cycled back through the University. There was some young fella wearing a full on Dexy’s Soul Rebel style. He looked cool as fuck. It was all there: DM’s, black drainpipes, donkey jacket (!) and black knitted highland hat. I wonder what he wears during the summer months?

ONS emailed me unexpectedly. The missing voucher for the Covid shit test appeared. I’m building up quite a Decathlon kitty ahead of a spending spree over at Canada Water.

I blitzed more GP, and then the Drum ‘n’ Bass show again. I’m getting itchy feet. I’m in need of a DIRTY D & B all nighter. Then again, bed by 10am is so appealing these days.

Links for Tuesday 28th November, 2022

First volume of the Anarchism and Punk Book Project published

Monday 28th November, 2022

The first task on Monday morning was to write to that nice Information Commissioner.

Dear ISO. The 35 day period requiring [organisation X] to respond to the decision notice has now passed. I have received no update.

Dealing with organisation X has been a right bloody BALL ACHE over the past four years. It’s been more frustrating than some of the fun and games from the Fuck Face gas engineer.

But I’m a determined sort, as both organisation X and the Fuck Face gas engineer have found out to their cost.

I caught up with the latest Garibaldi Red podcast. With the World Cup taking place, it has given an opportunity to look a little further afield from Forest, week in, week out. The guest was Jason Lee, the ex-Forest striker.

It was a very powerful interview addressing the racism that Lee suffered at the hands of the ‘oh so funny’ Fantasy Football TV show in the early ’90s. Yes, I laughed at the jokes back then. Simply saying that these were different times doesn’t excuse the racism.

Lee is a fascinating character. Watching him from the Trent End in the ’93-’94 season, and you wouldn’t have put him down as the player who would stand out as being able to articulate such a strong social agenda three decades later. Good luck to the fella.

The only adventure for the day involved a bicycle ride out to the pool.

LIVE THE DREAM, Jase.

I took a few random iPhone snaps down by the Hythe. It was all very picturesque; it still REEKED of shit mind, mind.

#EstuaryLife

Meanwhile, back in the garden and some late, late raspberries have arrived. Plus there was a lone bee buzzing around the wisteria. Good luck in finding some pollen on wisteria that is naked from head to toe, fella.

Album of the Day: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – Abattoir Blues / The Lyre of Orpheus

The Great Songwriter returns. This is such a statement. It takes BALLS to release what is basically two albums in one package. Bruce tried it with Lucky Town and Human Touch. It usually leads to the conclusion that one album would have been best. But not so with St Nick. The rawness of Abattoir Blues is intense; the comedown on The Lyre of Orpheus reminds you that you always need a ying to your yang. You end up feeling a sense of balance having explored many highs and lows. Cave is bloody great at taking you on these trips.

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An email dropped from the Serpentine Swimming Club:

“This water is now down to 7C. Some swimmers would say that 7 degrees ‘isn’t that bad’. The truth is, anything below 10C is very cold, and anything below 5C is extremely cold.”

Yep.

Thank the chuff that I’m sacking off another season of cold water swimming. The Winter Tattoo Project was timed deliberately. If you’re going to stay away from swimming, then best do it when the Serp and Lake Brockwell are at their bollock freezing best.

There was much excitement when I showed A the e-bike that can carry golf clubs. There was even more excitement when I pointed out that you can buy a separate adaptor that converts your existing e-bike into a golf club carrier. None of this excitement came from me.

A quick scroll of my Insta feed. OH looky looky over here. G-Force is back trading once again, albeit online. The jackets are pricey at £275. And then some. But they’re handmade and definitely unique. I might be interested if the G-Force shoes are launched once again.

#LivingLikeIts1985 etc.

I managed to shift a Paul Smith jumper for a cheeky fiver. I was happy with that. The description made it clear: MOTHS HOLES AHOY! Plus I’ve dropped a couple of sizes in weight since first buying it. A like for like purchase with the Nick Cave CD from above followed.

The FA Cup draw was half decent. I really, really wanted D***y away. But it wasn’t to be. A January jolly up to Blackpool sounds good instead. Disclaimer: I of course won’t be taking a January jolly up to Blackpool. But I’m sure the Forest fans making the trip will have fun.

Links for Monday 28th November, 2022

Pikaboost can turn any bike into an ebike in 30 seconds

Kerslake review sinks Homes for Lambeth and recommends ballots for estate regeneration

Canyon aims to convert motorists with ‘cycling SUV’ and cargo bikes

Sunday 27th November, 2022

There was a fat cat twice the size of Dotty sitting on the garden bench first thing on Sunday morning. It was trolling Dotty by looking all smug whilst lounging in her favourite outdoor location. Come and have a go if you’re think you’re hard enough.

Dotty didn’t notice at first. She had her head firmly in her morning breakfast bowl. I tried to move on the FUCK OFF cat by waving in an aggressive manner. The fat cat was motionless, now trolling me in my PJ’s.

And then Dotty became interested. She’s a runt but she doesn’t know this. She was straight out of the cat flap, racing down the garden and on the attack, chasing a cat that would break the scales at the vets. Dotty is fearless. Dotty is a one.

I returned to my breakfast. We picked up bag of random veg from some local sort selling their produce outside their front gate over a week ago. The cost of living shit has led us to looking more locally for all the green stuff. A bag of homegrown apples at 80p seemed a bargain compared to the Co-op’s £1.80.

A week later and they are still LUSH. There’s a sweetness that I’ve not experienced from supermarket shit. I was tempted to have a second morning apple.

Back over in Sunny Stockwell and it’s the morning of the Lido AGM. Time and tide has sadly kept me away this year. This is a shame. It’s always an annual highlight to see certain swimming types show a complete failure to recognise their own self-inflated egos as they make a right twat of themselves.

Plus it means that I don’t get to ask the Lambeth head nodder my usual question: why the chuff should I have to buy two memberships to use Lambeth facilities? It’s a question that still hasn’t been answered, despite dating back to the mid 2000’s.

I pay Fusion an annual membership to use a Lido which the organisation seems intent on running into disrepair; likewise I pay GLL who manage the Rec on behalf of Lambeth with a similar disdain.

The Lambeth leisure contract comes back in-house next April. But only for indoor facilities. Fusion still has seven years so to continue to damage the art deco infrastructure of the Lido. Yet still I have two memberships. The free market is shit, Comrades.

More enlightening was the Not Cultural Ensemble mixtape on Late Junction. This was music for a rainy Estuary Wilds Sunday morning. Bright, uplifting, and a kick up the arse for all the dullness taking place outside. That includes you, FUCK OFF fat cat.

I listed a KLF cassette single on eBay. It’s Grim Up North by The Justified Ancients of Mu Mu to give it its full name, is not ultra rare, but it’s a nice little package all the same. I whacked it up at a Buy It Now priced at £15. It’s collecting dust for me.

Out went the shout of: To the University! Again, around lunchtime. There was bugger all else to do around the Estuary Wilds with the pissing rain.

Essex Rebels had a double header volleyball game at the Sports Arena. It takes a little time to find the passion for volleyball compared to football, boxing, darts etc. But two visits in two weekends shows that I’m not giving up.

First up was he women’s team. They took the game to five sets, staging a comeback to beat London Polonia (me neither) 3-2. There was an awful lot of WHOOPING going off. I like their enthusiasm and team spirit.

Even after a point has been lost, there is still a shared team fist bump. Whenever I play football and make a mistake, my team mates shout FUCKING HELL at me. Maybe I should make the switch to volleyball?

We took part in the online Player of the Game poll. I confess to some creative vote rigging taking place. Vote early, vote often, Comrades.

It seemed a stretch to hang around for the mens team starting an hour later. We tried to grab a freebie table tennis game in the Time Out Lounge. A father and young son beat us to it. Fair play.

Instead we chose a cross country walk back to base, heading out along the estuary and back along the Trail. It was miserable and damp, but not quite as boring as walking through the town itself. I snapped away with my f717. Greyscale seemed to suit the conditions.

We arrived outside The Station boozer at around 3pm. There was some fella who was absolutely arseholed trying to walk along the pavement. He was struggling to remain upright. Oh dear. A detour around the backstreets was called for.

Chin chin, etc.

World Cup watching, work and Gilles Peterson took up the rest of Sunday. GP dropped David Locks and Black Monument Ensemble. TUNE! Not a bad way to end the weekend.

Links for Sunday 27th November, 2022

“The Labour council in Greenwich did next to nothing to keep the club in Charlton. And after fans had convinced the club’s directors to return home a good few years later, the council didn’t want them!”

If you’ve not enjoyed Dickerage before then you’re in for a treat

London Mayor names #Vauxhall as new Night Time Enterprise Zone – Brixton Buzz

Oh JOY

Best Albums of 2022

I’ve got six of the top 100 albums. Which is more encouraging than it was a decade ago. 2022 has been a very good year for new music.

Saturday 26th November, 2022

The KLF film on Sky Arts last night was good shit. It surprises me that anything on Sky Arts is good shit. I stayed up past midnight – a rarity for me these days – and was hooked throughout. It made for some very surreal Illuminatus style dreams.

I only remembered this morning that I had read about the production of the film earlier in the year. The story of the making of the film is a KLF inspired story in itself. I can’t think of any contemporary surrealists that are playing and fucking up the system since those GLORY days of Mu Mu.

The message of ‘don’t wait for permission’ remains strong. Nothing is achieved waiting for authority to gain your approval. It’s a strong ideal, but one that sadly needs some flexibility and compromise in the real world. The KLF said FUCK to compromise. Which is perhaps why the film ends on something of a downer.

But yeah – don’t wait for permission; or at least don’t ask for it and see where it takes you.

“Success doesn’t comes from doing things right.”

45 is a fantastic read, btw.

I had a break from the Saturday morning running. My calf is still crocked. I made the most of the excuse and cycled off for a swim instead. There was a bicycle locked outside the pool with a large pink purse tied to the handlebar.

NO IDEA.

I had the pool to myself – a rarity for a Saturday morning. Which is just as well, seeing as though the two cheapo Lidl plasters came off halfway down the first length. I was a respectful swimmer; I picked up the floaters and placed them poolside to pick up later.

There was a FUCK SHIT moment when my unprotected finger came crashing down on a rope lane. OUCH. That bloody hurt, etc. I’m putting the extra 20 seconds swim time down to the rope crashing incident.

I cycled back through the University and the top of the town. The recently refurbished Flag BOOZER is looking decent. Christmas wreaths are now lining every window. Some serious investment has gone into the place. It’s transformed the top of the town.

It’s come a long way since when we first rocked up for a pint. It was poor timing with some coffin dodger Christmas party. Half an hour in and a passing stranger asked if the old dear waiting outside was part of the party. They had forgotten about her.

We cycled back down to the University mid-afternoon. The Essex Rebels Mens Div 1 team had a home court game. It clashed with Wivenhoe Town also playing at home. We decided on the basketball over the football. This is quite a statement.

It’s taken us twelve years to reconnect with the University. Basketball has brought us back to campus. I’m loving what the Rebels are trying to achieve as a club.

I’m not sure why it was a 2pm tip off. There was a change of DJ and also the appearances of the rarely seen cheerleaders. The starting line up for the Rebels were all wearing tights. Very odd.

There was no avoiding the Kiss Cam during a break in play. Our faces were beamed on the big screen. There’s only one thing for it. POW! Right in the kisser.

Rebels came back from a disappointing first two quarters to win a tight game 82-80. We had time to catch the second half of Wivenhoe Town down the road. The Dragons were woeful, losing 4-1 at home to Gawd knows who. One of the away goals would probably be labelled a worldie, whatever that’s suppose to mean. It was just a damn fine goal.

Early evening saw a TOTP binge on the BT box. We’ve only got 143 episodes recorded before we catch up with the current schedule. It’s a reason to keep the BT TV contract, if nothing else.

It’s currently July 1991. Which means Gary Clail, Alison Limerick and Chris Rea. TOTP was BONKERS.

The Wonderstuff opened the show with Size of a Cow. Miles Hunt was an arrogant fucker back in the day.

We played GOOD / SHIT / DON’T KNOW. The rules are simple: During the countdown from 40 to ten, you shout out GOOD / SHIT / DON’T KNOW, depending on each song. I was surprised that most of my responses for July 1991 were DON’T KNOW.

The Album Chart also featured. The Farm were at No.3. How did that ever happen? I did miss the weekly TOTP madness.

Links for Saturday 26th November, 2022

“I’ve been around a number of big platforms when they were new. When they’re new is when the news is interesting and exciting. The best journalists want to be covering it, and we want them”

Pullens Yard Open Studios

The open web feels like it’s coming back or rather that we have another chance at building an open web.

Friday 25th November, 2022

Album of the Day: Joni Mitchell – Hejira

The fretless bass is beautiful, as are many of the guitar riffs. Not so great are the vocals and the lyrics – which is kinda the whole point of Joni Michell. The songs sound as though she is rushing to fit all the lyrics into each song. A breathless delivery agains the backdrop of some laid back music. I would have enjoyed this more as an instrumental album. Sorry.

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Buzzed: Lambeth Council receives £2.7m funding from central government to help residents through the cost of living crisis

Lambeth is set to spend £50,000 on a network of of ‘warm spaces’ to help keep residents warm during the winter months. The Council has been given £2.7m by central government as part of the Household Support Fund.

The Postman Delivers:

Socks #socks #rainbowsocks

They’re very bright and cheerful. Just what I need right now to add a little colour to my jaded winter wardrobe.

I blitzed my current eBay items that I’m trying to shift, offering substantial offers on some of the big hitters. The Frank Sidebottom cassette and FUCK OFF cactus still aren’t moving, mind.

Most of the working morning was spent giving training. I confess that this isn’t my strongest point. I always fear that I’m about to descend into David Brent mode. My approach is to stop thinking about the corporate world and tell colleagues what I think they need to know.

I flicked in and out of the Wales match. At one stage there was FIVE Forest players – past and present – on the pitch. They don’t call it The World Famous City Ground for nothing.

In Wisteria News: we’re reaching that time of the year when it’s due its annual prune. Daisy and Dotty are doing a good job of dismantling the wisteria for me this year.

I found a solution for the email forwarding fuck up via my domain name. Ditch gmail and fwd the mail to a Hotmail address. There. That worked. gmail is a little too clever and detects that you are trying to fwd a mail via a domain name that doesn’t exist. Hotmail is still thick as pig shit and oblivious to it all.

I listened to the England build up via the Forest round up on BBC Nottingham. It was scraping the barrel in trying to pin a Forest angle on a game where no Forest players were taking part.

It was good to hear young Nigel talking about his trip to Hillsborough with Mansfield. He was asked about the FA Cup Semi Final in 1989. His response was eloquent, mournful and masterful. I could listen to young Nigel all day long.

The England match passed me by. It’s not really my thing; it’s not really my team.

We attempted to SPLAT Daisy with her monthly Stronghold protection. The latest batch comes pre-loaded in a syringe. We managed to SPLAT the wall rather than Daisy.

Oh dear.

Links for Friday 25th November, 2022

Cyclist donates £1 to charity for every photo of a driver parked in a bike lane | road.cc

Nottingham Forest boss Steve Cooper turned into ice sculpture – BBC News

Proportional representation, power and class | Morning Star

TfL offering discounted cycle hire for Black Friday weekend

The Museum Of London’s Closure: 10 Things We’ll Miss

Active travel campaigners release footage of anti-LTN vandals setting bollards alight | road.cc

Thursday 24th November, 2022

What Lidl’s FUCK OFF family pack of Greek yoghurt lacks in taste, it certainly makes up for in price. I was even prepared last week to transport a tub all the way from Sunny Stockwell back to the bloody Estuary Wilds, just to save on the price.

But yeah, that taste. It’s bland. No worries. I’ll add my own flavouring on Thursday morning I thought. There was some lemon juice in the fridge that A had squeezed for a meal a couple of days ago. Perfect.

It was an interesting and unique taste. It had a tinge of Mediterranean cooking and was slightly greasy.

“Have you seen the salad dressing that I made out of the left over olive oil?”

…asked A a little later.

Oh. That will explain the Mediterranean yoghurt then.

Album of the Day: Emerson, Lake & Palmer – Pictures at an Exhibition

Pictures at an Exhibition is a live album by English progressive rock band Emerson, Lake & Palmer, released in November 1971 on Island Records.” That’s me done, then. I parade my musical snobbery with pride. I’ve worked hard to refine my exquisite tastes. This shit is beneath me. DNL.

I gave the Radio 1 Drum ‘n’ Bass Show another try. It passed a pleasant hour and woke me up for the morning tasks ahead. It was also very poppy. I confess that my days of listening to the UK Top 40 are behind me. But the D ‘n’ B Show dropped a top 5 hit. The Sweet Love cover was a killer though.

I like my D ‘n’ B a little more DIRTY. Ah, looky looky over here. Fabio and Grooverider have an occasional show on Soundcloud. Sorted.

Buzzed: Race to become your next MP: Lambeth Councillors on political manoeuvres as they eye up Westminster wet dreams

A brief update on local Lambeth Councillors and their careerist Westminster ambitions as we limp towards another General Election. Now is the time when local Constituency Labour Parties like to separate the talent from the tosh as they put in place candidates.

My World Cup allegiance switched yet again later in the morning. We’re all Swiss fans, right? Forest’s Remi Freuler was starting for Switzerland against Cameron. Club before country, every time. It’s dreamland for Forest to have so much representation at the World Cup.

I returned to the pool at lunchtime for the first time in four weeks. My tattoo man said leave it two weeks; I’m taking no risks and so sacked off from swimming for a month.

The new gravel on the Trail is taking its time to bed in. Even with the recent rain, it’s still a very slippery surface. There was an incredibly high water out along the estuary. It had spilled over to some parts of the newly laid gravel Trail. Oh dear.

A warm pool greeted me. Winter swimming outdoors at Lake Brockwell this most definitely wasn’t. I had a lane to myself for the first ten lengths, and then two other swimmers joined in the fun for the final 30 lengths. It made for some tight turns and overtaking.

I was using muscles that haven’t seen any action for a month. I focussed on the pull, rather than the power. I comfortably ducked under the 17 minute timeframe I give for 40 lengths with 30 seconds to spare.

I suffered a bastard cut to my thumb putting my MTB away. I tried to move the BEAST that is the Raleigh electric. My thumb became caught in the bicycle stand as it sprung open. OUCH. That bloody hurt. It was also rather messy.

Biblical rain hit Weird Wiv late afternoon. I prayed to the God of Home Improvements hoping that it would all hold together.

Links for Thursday 24th November, 2022

Would you spend £58 on Silca’s new tyre levers? | road.cc

NO

Ignore false claims and bad journalism – most LTNs do reduce traffic

Keir Starmer Had a Photo-Op at the Telegraph As Part of His Rightwing Media Tour | Novara Media

#Transpontine: New record shops in New Cross and Camberwell

Wednesday 23rd November, 2022

I thought that my ever so slight calf strain would resolve itself in time for the run on Wednesday morning. I was wrong. Ping! Oh, there she goes.

It was around 4km into an 8km run. I had to be back at base pretty sharpish for work. There was no other option than to do a runner and limp around the second half of the circuit.

The onset of the pissing rain did little to raise the spirits. I’ve had more enjoyable runs.

Album of the Day: Machito – Kenya

This was the perfect music for a rainy morning. Sixty-five years old and still sounding fresh. Maybe I’ve been listening to too much Gilles Peterson of late. You can never listen to too much GP tbh. The horn stabs are so sharp that they leap out and grab you by the bollocks. OUCH! That hurt, but soulful pain is good pain, right? The rhythm helped out with the morning typing tasks. I had a very productive and enjoyable morning at the keyboard. The tunes are special. They need to be remembered.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

I looked into buying a CD copy of this. The prices ranged from £20 – £80. I think I’ll stick with streaming then. Spotify has gone WEIRD of late. I’m being served ads asking me to join up with the local military in Northern Ireland. I’m not sure what’s going on with my IP address.

The Postman Delivers: #CD Wednesday

Some Kitty, Daisy and Lewis (COOL cats), Julian Cope (CRAZY cat), The Smiths (territorial cat) and the new Weller box set (cat, cream etc).

The missing ONS Covid shit voucher is still giving me grief. I’ve accepted that my email address going through my own domain is b0rked. I’ve changed all the settings in cpanel, but nope, nothing.

This led to a call to the ONS to change the email record it holds for me. It’s always awkward having to spell out trickyskillsjase as a 52 year old. This was the reason I set up the forwarder in the first place. The modern interweb is unforgiving for your early errors back at the start of the 90’s.

I gave in to pressure from A mid-morning and downloaded the Lidl app. I’ve tried to bury it away in a folder, should any bastard phone thief get their grubby paws on my iPhone and start to make character assumptions.

The reasoning from A is that we’ll get BLITZED with endless offers. It sounds a little like a false economy. But I am the Lidl King of Sunny Stockwell.

We both had a mid-afternoon break for a windy wiff waff session wearing the wellies. The beastly Estuary Wilds weather had died down. It was half decent at the Table of Dreams as the sun was starting to set.

The Table of Dreams is very public by nature. You’re on show to the great and good (and smelly) of Weird Wiv as they walk past.

“WELL PLAYED!”

…shouted one dog walker after he paused to watch what I admit was a very, very strong rally. I took the game 4-3, but then offered A the chance to come back with a final game draw. She didn’t hesitate. We left the Table of Dreams all square.

A father and young son rocked up during the final game. It’s good to see the Table of Dreams getting some use after the little shits of Weird Wiv burnt it down over the summer.

The electricity workmen from yesterday were AWOL today, although half the road remains dug up with barriers blocking the path. I’ve clocked that they’re working on the faulty street lights which I reported to the Council last week. I’m quite impressed. It’s worth the drill ‘n’ bass soundtrack inconvenience.

Links for Wednesday 23rd November, 2022

Does Jeremy Corbyn Need the Labour Party?

London cyclist films bike lane motorist driving straight at oncoming riders

LeftLion – Diving Into the Past and Present of GForce, the #Nottingham-Based Fashion Brand Regarded as the ‘Forefathers of the UK Streetwear Scene’

Wish I had those shoes still 👌

Tuesday 22nd November, 2022

I had a WEIRD dream about The Beatles’ Carnival of Light. So weird that I looked it up over the first cup of tea of the day. I spent a little to long looking into the history of the last great unreleased Beatles track. I even listened to fourteen minutes of experimental crap on YouTube. I then read some of the comments underneath. THIS IS NOT Carnival of Light. It’s a fake track recorded by a fan. I then realised that I should really start the day and get on with something more productive. Dreams are overrated.

I switched to Late Junction.’Forest Improvisations’ was the theme. We’re not talking 5-3-2 either. Less than a week into the World Cup and I’m really missing Forest, if not the PL. I surprised myself last night how Welsh I could become with three Forest players finishing on the pitch for Wales.

We made the most of dry skies for once and headed out for a brief table tennis game before breakfast. Minimal wiping was needed beforehand, despite all the recent rain. After a summer away from The Table of Dreams, our skills are returning. Spin even featured on Tuesday morning. We made a real game of it in a short period of time. It was a close call, with a 3-2 win in my favour.

Album of the Day: David Bowie – ★

What a bloody glorious racket. Bowie gives it some really UMPH for his final hour. There’s the danger of eulogising this as one of his finest works, given that it was released two days before his death. A six year retrospective period seems about right for a reappraisal. It still stacks up fine and is worthy of the tag of one of his career highlights. Working with young musicians leads to an energy and urgency throughout. Plus Bowie’s voice sounds magnificent, despite all the health shit going off at the time. I Can’t Give Everything Away is a strong message in which to say farewell upon, bowing out in style.

★ ★ ★ ★

My web host got back about the email forwarding from different domains not working. It got a little fiddly trying to find a solution with SPF and DKIM records in cpanel needing to be changed. The issue is that gmail is marking outgoing content as spam. Hey! That’s not spam. It’s my ONS Covid shit voucher! I stuck a stick down my throat for that.

Elsewhere and IFTTT seems to be making the trigger once again to get Insta and Tumblr talking. Applets only kick in each time new content is created apparently. Oh.

More bloody roadworks appeared outside the house. Having had the roads dug up for a modern interweb fibre network last month, attention has now turned towards electricity. The drilling throughout the morning did my nut in. It made it tricky to focus for work, even with AirPods.

Gilles Peterson had a gospel set from Maida Vale with Voices of Creation. Cracking music, hit and miss message. There’s a lot of tambourine shaking tunes going off right now. The SAULT Earth album being the standout. I love the music, but the message is bollocks and means nothing to me.

I didn’t get quite annoyed as I did in seeing the Christmas decorations up around Weird Wiv again. Annoyed? Strong stuff, Jase. It’s the ridiculous upside down Christmas tree each year that gets me. Oh, but IT’S TRADITION! We’ve always done it this way, and we’ll always do it this way. Ha, bloody ha. Fuck tradition, fellas. You just look backwards.

In Cost of Living Shit News: Lidl’s FUCK OFF cheddar has gone up 20p. Bastards! It was £3.99, but now clocks in at a whopping £4.19. We still stocked up with two bricks.

Cloud watching followed for most of the morning. I was free for a lunchtime bicycle ride and there was big blue skies overhead. Chapeau! I rolled out on the Raleigh electric with the mantra of follow the blue sky.

This was also an opportunity to work on the chain on the Raleigh. It’s still ever so so slightly tight in the top two gears. It needs a little wearing in. I could try and loosen in by pulling in the rear wheel. But I don’t trust my mechanical skills to put it all back together again. Let’s put the km’s in and let the chain take the strain.

It took a while for me to find my natural rhythm. The Senegal flag flying proud outside a semi-detached in Great Bentley was a pleasant surprise. It was also a joy to see the dozen or so primary school kids out on their bicycles taking part in some cycle training.

I had a cartoon moment flicking the switch from Tour to Sport mode on the Bosch motor. It was like one of those Whacky Racer scenes where the throttle is opened, the vehicle accelerates and the driver follows behind a few seconds later. Woh. That’s a bloody powerful motor down in the crank.

I’m learning to trust the accuracy of the power readings. I was riding down to two bars towards the end of the 40km ride. I should still be able to get 50km+ out of the remaining juice. I was still ten minutes slower on the Raleigh electric compared to a ride on the roadie on the same route back in August. This was my FAVE electric ride so far.

Back at base and A had cooked up some soup shit. She threw all the excess veg we have into a pot, added water and then let it soak for a few hours. It was warming and half decent.

I flogged a couple of Auteurs cassettes and Neil Young’s Harvest Moon. All three are great albums; all three are also sitting there on my CD shelves.

Matty Cash did Forest proud playing for Poland. Sure, he’s a Villa boy now, but having a Forest Academy graduate playing in the World Cup is pretty special.

I got sucked into some Fall listening in-between matches. Always different, always the same etc. LOVE ‘EM.

Links for Tuesday 22nd November, 2022

HFL admit that they have had to defer repayments of loans to Lambeth council. This is a classic sign of a company which is about to go bust #localgov #housing

Monday 21st November, 2022

A day of two halves – which was apt, considering I tried to get at least some interest in the World Cup today. The morning was positive, mainly with work and running; the afternoon was foul, dirty Estuary Wilds weather. It was quite depressing.

I managed to get a lunchtime run in before the skies darkened. This was the first appearance of my running trackies this autumn. They’re a rather cool cheap as chip purchase from Lidl.

I’ve been looking at branded black trackies of late in an attempt to keep up with some of the dudes in the SW9 school. There’s not a lot of change out of £100. I’d forgotten that I had my running trackies, which I just might be able to get away with on a school day.

The run itself was OK. That’s all you can hope for on a Monday lunchtime. It was a race to try and avoid the forecast rain at 1pm. I also had half an eye on the 1pm KO for England Vs Iran, but with slightly less urgency. This led to a time of just over 40 minutes for the 8km circuit.

I watched the football on and off, whilst carrying out other online admin tasks. One of my IFTTT applets is b0rked. I’ve tried everything. It’s bloody annoying that support is only available for paying customers. No surprises that I’m not a paying customer. In frustration I even deleted the applet, then started afresh. Still nothing. Hey hoe.

And then I had some issues with an email forwarder. I’ve cheekily piggy-backed this on a separate domain. In theory it should send all email to my own named domain to my main email address. It has been working. I only noticed that it had stopped when the recent ONS Covid shit voucher didn’t drop. I had my eye on a fancy branded pair of black trackies and was relying on the voucher…

The cats were also pissed off for most of the day. I washed one of Daisy’s fluff things that she sits on. Dotty was sneaky in making a move on Daisy’s second fluff thing of choice that was next to the radiator. Ah yes – the radiator. We’ve caved in. the BEASTLY Estuary Wilds weather means needs must. Arse.

I had more interest in the Wales Vs USA match than England. Nothing to do with nationally, but club triumphs over country for me every time. It’s been a while since any international team has boasted THREE players from the World Famous City Ground.

Album of the Day: Derek & the Dominos – Layla & Other Assorted Love Songs

Christ, this was shit. Any hope I had faded when I saw the running time of 1 hour and 16 minutes. How many Atlantic soul singles could I fit into this timeframe? ALL winners, unlike the crap from the silly old racist doing his guitar shite on this album. I know, I’ll wait until Layla, I thought. I could probably just about stomach this in a non-ironic Partridge strumming style. But it was the penultimate track. Even the Spotify ads for CEX were better than this shit. Bailed three songs in. Ahh – here comes Wilson Pickett. That’s better.

Links for 21st November, 2022

Loss making Pop Brixton bought up by property investors

Peddle launches its first four e-bikes

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