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Disappearing Trick

Posted in RANTINGS, WORDS AND COMMUNICATIONS, WRITING AND BLOGGING with tags , , on August 16, 2010 by echostains

I bet Harry couldn't do this trick

A few minutes ago I typed a post about Jack Butler Yeats with images.  Now I thought it was weird when there was no ‘post tags’ area, – but still, I saved it  thinking that  I could tag it through the ‘quick edit’.  Needless to say, I lost it, BUT I did manage to get it back in the ‘revisions’ (but with no images).  I closed my blog without saving the post and when I returned it was as if this post had never happened.  It was not in my drafts.  I’m a bit cheesed off with it really!  I’m only posting every other day now – but even so, the thought of trying to go back over what is already prepared is daunting to say the least:(  I will post something else tomorrow and call it a day (or…er something).

Houdini imaged from here

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Legless fish and other food oddities

Posted in RANTINGS, WORDS AND COMMUNICATIONS, YORK BREAK with tags , , , , , on March 12, 2010 by echostains

Haworth Old Hall a lovely place to stay

I had a few nice meals whilst I was away.  One of them – a Venison Noisette in red wine, bacon, onion, mushroom and juniper (Haworth Old Hall) was absolutely delicious.  Another contender was something called Lamb Jennings – described as being slowly braised until it falls of the bone lamb, in rosemary and red wine.  But the thing that intrigued me and put me off a little and made me opt for the venison was not knowing what a Lamb Jennings actually was.  What I mean to say is – what part of a lamb is its Jennings?

Jennings ale

It turned out that I needn’t have worried.  The ‘Jennings’ referred to is actually the name of the ale (beer) it is infused with!  Why not say that?  It sounds delicious!

Pacific cod loin

Another food oddity I have noticed everywhere is ‘Cod Loins’.  I am at a loss with this.  How do fish have ‘loins’?  I can see how a loin or two can be taken from pork – an animal with four legs, but not a fish.

chicken McNuggets in 1997 packaging

My husband always asks what part of a chicken is it’s Mcnuggets?  Well what part of a chicken is it?  Has it seen a chicken?  The thing that has always put me off Kentucky Fried chicken is that some of it has no bone.  How and why does the bone jellify?   Sure, its artistic liscence to include ‘infuse’ or ‘on a bed’ or ‘wild’ rice/mushroom etc. Perhaps it’s just me, but I like to know what I’m eating (and which bit), 

pork cuts as I understand them

Haworth Old Hall where we stayed (home of the Lamb Jennings)

Pork prime cuts here

PS

My new poem on Bookstains is called Last Impression

‘Snow Joke and not laughing’

Posted in LIVING IN THE PAST: NOSTALGIA, RANTINGS with tags , , , on January 6, 2010 by echostains

It is absolutely horrendous! Hideous – outrageous!  I can’t believe the snow we are having!  I don’t remember snow like this ever.  It’s about a foot deep now.  I, who would love to go to Iceland (the place) have now changed my mind.   They should change that Iceland advert (mum’s gone to Iceland) to ‘Mum’s gone to Iceland and she could be gone some time like poor old Titus Oates’ (Lawrence Edward Grace Oates 1880 -1912)’.  Of course this was the Antarctic not Iceland, but it’s still a snowy freezing  place.

lawrence-oates, he never returned

Off I went through the foot thick snow with my Snow boots on which unfortunately came lower up the leg  than the snow.  To think I used to cheer when it snowed – running out with wellies and gloves that were soaked within a minute.  I didn’t care though, I was only 23 at the time (OK.  9 years old).  Now I’m moaning my head off along with everyone else.  There have been so many accidents  because it has snowed.  People are in hospital with broken limbs, some have actually been killed.  And still, we are unprepared.  It has been predicted that it will ice over tonight.  Great news eh.

snow boots need to be higher

It has been said that the British are a nation of shopkeepers, and all they talk about is the weather.  Well I’ve just had to go shopping to the supermarket in this weather and am now moaning, so there may well be some truth in this….

Gormley’s ‘One and Other’: Brian Sewell’s ‘Critique’ (or Rant!)

Posted in ART, DESIGN, RANTINGS, WATCHED with tags , , , , on October 5, 2009 by echostains

another plinther

another plinther

Tuning into Antony Gormley’s ‘One and Other’ live project, the guests this week were the art critic Brian Sewell  and writer, comedienne Sandy Toxvig.  Sewell was scathing about the work, he doesn’t agree with it and says it detracts from the National Gallery.   It is also ‘ A futile waste of time’and ‘no one is worthy of that plinth and it should be empty, because no one could fill it, no one is worthy!  He then goes on to say that  Nothing should have been done and that the plinth loses it point by placing someone on it.  Controversial eh?  One thing abut Sewell is that he always speaks his mind lol!   He was soon ushered off to make way for Sandy Toxvig’s more liberal view.  She liked it because it drew attention to stuff that was happening in the world and made people look upwards.

brian sewell (the poor luvvy)

brian sewell (the poor luvvy)

But Sewell hasn’t finished yet….It  (the live installation) has nothing to do with art according to Sewell, these people are not artists he says, they are daubers.  He then goes on to insult  the  people that are on the plinth , saying that they are there because they arent worthy of anything.!  The plinth is very telling when its empty according to Sewell.

a merry plinther taking the air

a merry plinther taking the air

Sewell is hilarious when he is rattled (and he IS rattled!)  Plinther 1941 made a photo mosaic of Antony Gormley, made of lego.  This was chosen because of the building block element. The plinther explained he wanted it to reflect the product……..  probably multi faceted?  Sewell  socks it to em with ‘ it could have been anyone ! futile crap!  Poor Sewell, he is in a  bad mood lol!   He said he would sooner have blank walls that any old rubbish.  He also makes the point of the plinthers not  being seen from below, or even heard properly.  That the plinthers   can’t be seen except on TV, and that these  people know that….grrr!

They then went on to show, ‘entertainers’ playing guitar, quoting Shakespeare, playing the mouthorgan….reading a fairytale….mmm beginning to see what you mean Brian darling!

looking up to the plinthers

looking up to the plinthers

Toxvig likes it because it makes us look upwards  instead of our mobiles.  Sewell says ‘nothing works on the plinth, it just doesn’t work on that level. Its worse than BB in it’s dieing throws!’lol!  Toxvig says that the plinth is treated as a giant soapbox and applauds it.

Well, I was laughing my head off  at Sewell in a strop, until I saw the woman protesting about him slagging off  Liverpool.   

liverpool, Sewellfree at the moment....

liverpool, Sewellfree at the moment....

Dreena  Boyle Liverpool said it made her blood boil when she heard Sewell badmouthing her city ( and MINE, too, I was born in that fabulous vibrant city!).  She now refers to him as  Brian Sewer and insisted that Sewell had missed exceptional art from all over the world by his dismissive attitude.  Sewell however was unrepentant, and when given the opportunity to retract, would not, advising that ‘a trench should be dug round the city and it should be towed off to sea!’   Much as I respect Sewell as a critic (some of the time) as a man he is an incredibly pompous snobby git and seems to  celebrate  the fact (by himself I suspect).  I myself was appalled by his ignorance (and he’s far from ignorant)…it must be down to snobbishness (or he’s never been there? in that case he is ignorant to be judging a place he’s never been to).  He is going soon he said.  Well expect a warm Liverpool welcome mate – you’ve earned it!

Tate Liverpool, one of the many cultural  attractions

Tate Liverpool, one of the many cultural attractions

Read about Sewell slamming Liverpool HERE

Marvel at the shortsightedness of the man HERE..and  HERE and laugh!

Most Haunted: The Black Bull Haworth: Tales of the Much Expected

Posted in BRONTE BITES, PAST PLACES, RANTINGS, WATCHED with tags , , , , , on May 28, 2009 by echostains

Black Bull Haworth some things never change

Black Bull Haworth some things never change

The Most Haunted Black Bull public house Haworth Yorkshire got the treatment last night……with predicable results. Apparently this programme was shown in 2005 (see Bronteblog), but I must have missed it.  What did I miss?  Not a lot in the form of ‘evidence’.  The main target as usual was ‘bad boy’ Branwell Bronte, described as a sex mad chronic alcoholic and drug addict……  I’m sure he wasn’t as bad as people make out. Still, the darker he is painted, the brighter his sister’s look.  I blame Gaskell for a lot of it. 

elizabeth gaskell great writer with romantic notions

elizabeth gaskell great writer with romantic notions

Everything the Medium’s mentioned could have been easily researched over the Internet as they have been written about over and over again.  Even I, no expert, could have written the script!

The chair where the spirit of the 'malevolent' Branwell sat

The chair where the spirit of the 'malevolent' Branwell sat

The whole reason for the ghostly presence of Branwell was a ‘feud’ (evidence please?) he had with Emily who ‘stole’ ‘Wuthering Heights’ from him.  I have heard this intriguing story before and often wondered if there was any truth in Branwell’s authorship, (covered up by Charlotte…)  I suppose we will never know for sure.  Branwell was a member of the Lodge of the Three Graces which met in the Black Bull for official meals (having their own private meeting rooms elsewhere…. read about Branwell’s association with the Lodge, which has been blamed for his downfall here)

 

Branwell Bronte was he as bad as he was painted?

Branwell Bronte was he as bad as he was painted?

When it comes to Branwell though, well it seems anything goes.  Apparently Branwell was a very ‘dark fellow’…a bit of a Heathcliff character lol! Er a bit ‘like Kate Bush’s ‘Wuthering Heights’  Heathcliff!  (this info was picked up by a Medium sitting on Branwell’s chair). Phrases like ‘haunted by the male malevolence of Branwell….’   made me almost wish that he WOULD come back and box the ears of some of these buffoons!

branwell bronte no Heathcliff

branwell bronte no Heathcliff

One of the intrepid team said that she hadn’t been scared all day, yet she’d only been stood in the graveyard for 4 minutes and something was definitely going on because it felt really creepy……  Uncanny or what? or could it be that day time is light and she was stood in the graveyard at NIGHT?  It is a puzzle indeed.  Great night time shots of the graveyard though!

 

haworth graveyard in the daylight

haworth graveyard in the daylight

The highlight  and so called ‘evidence’ of a ghostly presence came in the form of  table tipping  Reverend, Patrick Bronte ‘communicating’ violently in the Black Bull public house……… whatever would Charlotte say!

More Bronte bites from me

Recently read: The Brontes Haworth, the palce and people the Bronte’s knew by S R Whitehead

 Will the REAL Charlotte Bronte Please stand up!

York Break: Haworth still Wuthering after all these years

At the End of the Day, will the End of the Day EVER come?

Posted in RANTINGS with tags , , on February 1, 2009 by echostains

 

never-ending-same-repetative-slice-every-day

never-ending-same-repetative-slice-every-day

I was at the computer typing away the other day, half listening to the TV to a popular day time audience participation show, where people air all their dirty washing to the world: have DNA tests done and generally get ‘advised’ and insulted by the audience.  The audience participation, as well as the ‘victim’s output consisted primarily of the inane phrase ‘at the end of the day’.  E.g. ‘at the end of the day drugs are crap, at the end of the day, and if you do them, well, at the end of the day, you will die, end of, at the end of the day……..’ (cue applause).  And so it went on: banal statements magically transformed into pearls of wisdom by the mere waving of the verbal magic wand and the magic spell ‘at the end of the day’ (or should that be ‘attheendoftheday’ like ‘abracadabra’?

time-runs-out-for-the-end-of-the-day....if only

time-runs-out-for-the-end-of-the-day....if only

 

 

 

 

WHY? isn’t the end of the day meant to be just that (the end, finito, the last word – here it is: in a nutshell: the final summary?)  But it never quite bloody gets there does it?  This so called END OF THE DAY, on and on it goes, as the days grow longer and the nights draw in and the toes curl inwards and the brain screams ‘STOP! NO MORE  END OF THE DAY PLEASE!

dont-make-plans-just-yet

dont-make-plans-just-yet

 

 

 

 

Where did it come from? (we know where it’s going…nowhere).  Why are people still using it instead of ‘AND’,wouldn’t that be quicker?  Why make the day any longer than neccessary?  Well for a start, I would have to make a statement, and, let’s face it (another annoying one), at the end of the day, I would like it to appear that I am actually saying something of the utmost importance, at the end of the day.  So there you have it, at the end of the day.  AMEN, may it rest in peace, at the end of the day.

 

 

 

I celebrate being 6 months smokefree with a rant

Posted in HOME, RANTINGS, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 6, 2008 by echostains

 

Whale's shoulder bone

Whale's shoulder bone

 

 

What does it mean to get on ones wick?  People are always saying it to me.  Is it a whaling term? I thought.  I had been reading a book called ‘In the Heart of the Sea’, by Nathaniel Philbrick.  It is about the sinking of the Nantucket whaling ship the Essex: the kind of forerunner of Moby Dick. I actually saw a whales shoulder bone in a cabinet in The Royal Children pub in Nottingham.  It was massive.  That pub had a licence to light its lamps from whale oil because of its whaling connection, not sure if it still has it or not. 

http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/81/8187/Royal_Children/Nottingham

 

 

 But I digress, as usual.  I found out where the term came from to ‘get on ones wick’….and I had to laugh! Trust me!  so typical…

http://www.phrases.org.uk/bulletin_board/11/messages/215.html

 

 

 

 But I digress (again and this is beginning to become a habit: lose one habit: – get one free).  I was standing at a bus stop today, happily minding my own business.  It was raining and I was sheltering under the canopy of the bus stop.  A woman joined me.  Within seconds she had lit up a fag.  She in turn was joined by another woman, who also lit up.  They in turn were joined by a man who also lit up!  So, there were three people smoking, with me in the middle (a non smoker of 6 months).  Then another woman joined us: she took one look at all the smoke and stomped out of the bus shelter and stood in the rain.  I should have joined her really but just then the bus came.  Why should a person be driven to stand in the rain because they are in the minority.  I hate moaning about this.   I always said there was nothing worse than a reformed smoker/drinker etc and I don’t want to go on about it.  But I can now see where these people are coming from – or I would if I could see through the vicious miasma that is gunging up my lungs AND my vision!