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Just listening to “Mr Tambourine Man”…

Just listening to “Mr Tambourine Man”…

… for the first time in 30 years!

“Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea,
Circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate,
Driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow…”

The decline of Grenoside

The decline of Grenoside

Went to post a parcel yesterday only to discover that the Post Office has closed down! No notice, but brown paper inside the windows and the post box painted black instead of red. Bit of a shock, really, because I’d heard nothing about the closure. The nearest ones now are Fox Hill, Chape;town, and Parson Cross…

Just noticed that it’s up for sale on Rightmove (for £24,950!?), so I suppose there’s some hope that it can be put back in service.

This, on top of our bus service, which was reduced in September from every 30 minutes to every hour, and the closure of The Cow & Calf pub, is just another knock for Greno. Still a great place to live, but becoming more isolated and service-starved.

Enough of what3words

Enough of what3words

Well, what3words did seem like a great idea, but it’s proprietary and I’m not comfortable with that or their marketing strategy. So, giving Plus Codes a go as it’s open source. Although, do Google own it? Not yet sure: Google Maps does accept a Plus Codes value, and it’s frighteningly accurate…

Better cut the grass again…

Better cut the grass again…

Almost 4 weeks since I could be bothered to cut the lawns, and the back one has rapidly turned into a meadow! Still a bit reluctant to do so, because there’s a bumper crop of buttercups which looks quite good. Along with the usual clover and daisies, and an increasing “infestation” of hawkweeds – both Mouse-ear and Orange. All been keeping the bees happy.

There’s always a word

There’s always a word

With the world increasingly being governed by the incompetent and downright thick, I was wishing there were a word for this. And there is: kakistocracy.


A kakistocracy is a system of government that is run by the worst, least qualified, or most unscrupulous citizens

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kakistocracy

That just about nails it.

Words are heavy

Words are heavy

Just been looking at the notes we were given for the school trip to Paris in 1964. It seems that the French then charged different amounts to send a postcard to the UK depending on the number of words: 20 centimes for five words or fewer, 30 centimes for more than five! Mind boggling. I’d have just written one long “word” with no spaces.

Fame at last!

Fame at last!

Wow – actually had a tweet “liked” by Private Eye! In reply to their “Private Eye is £34 for 26 issues and you do not get a ticket to an evening with Michael Gove” I replied “Could you possibly make that two tickets? The wife doesn’t want to go either.”

Silly, but nice to get acknowledgement. I’m easily pleased.

Easy to misread!

Easy to misread!

Saw this recommendation in the latest edition of Webuser magazine. And misread it as Porno Timer… Now there’s an opportunity for a useful app!

Coup de Grass

Coup de Grass

Well, after a wonderful 46 days break, I’ve finally had to mow the lawns again. The grass is slowly recovering from its parched, brown state, and it was mostly a matter of cutting grass around the edges, and weeds. I do seem to have a mixture of grasses, though: one small area had thrived, and had a few strands that were knee-height!

How are the mighty fallen? Not yet, it seems

How are the mighty fallen? Not yet, it seems

Noticed this in Chapeltown the other day. Access was the first credit card I ever owned, back in 1973 – and we called it “the mighty Access card” because of all the powers it gave us to spend the phenomenal amount we were being paid in expenses for working in Bristol. Phenomenal? It was over £200 a month on top of salary, which must be around £1800 in today’s money.

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