Blog 85
Firstly, may this blog thank those that follow it, either directly or via its social media links, for the expressions of goodwill since diagnosis of its aggressive brain tumour in March 2018. They are much appreciated and a source of great support at this difficult time in the Blog household. But life, as they say, goes on, and this blog intends, with the continuing massive support of Mrs Blog and Blogdaughter, to make best use of the time it has been granted. Life has been exceptionally good to this blog and it would be very wrong to waste any of it.
By coincidence my new book “Northern Soles: a Coast to Coast Walk” was published on the same day in March 2018 that I received my diagnosis.
The blog’s intention is to maintain a lifestyle as close to “normal” as is feasible in the circumstances.
Accordingly, as long-term members of Commercial Square Bonfire Society in Lewes (“Bonfire Capital of England”), Mrs. Blog and I were keen to participate in the celebrations on 5 November 2018. We were unable this time to join in the processions or attend the fire site and huge firework display but made it into town to meet and cheer on Blogdaughter and society members in the procession.
We were determined to celebrate Christmas in our traditional way. An appropriate tree was bought, set up and decorated and our 50 cards written, addressed and posted as usual. We over-indulged ourselves as ever with presents and, perhaps because of this blog’s restricted mobility, bought some of them online – I am thinking here of items like Wagamama vouchers, books, jokey socks and the splendidly “right on” fayre available from the Radical Tea Towel Company!
Christmas dinner – a combined effort this year – was as splendid as ever. And this blog‘s own personal speciality – the bread sauce – was sensibly made in advance, frozen and ready for the Big Day.
One or two presents are still to be enjoyed – vouchers for afternoon tea with fizz at a local spa hotel/country club and vouchers for a ride on the local preserved steam railway.
Through the winter we have also enjoyed outings to a handful of “gigs” nearby – to see a Billy Fury Tribute Act in Eastbourne, the Bootleg Beatles (tribute act) in Bexhill and Bjorn Again (Abba tribute act) in Brighton. Somehow, we always seem to be able to combine these nights out with a “fish and chip supper”! Perhaps the preponderance of tribute acts suggests something about this blog’s musical preferences!
Our modern local cinema in Lewes, the Depot, is also an asset, easily accessible and showing a rich variety of films – “Stan and Ollie” being one of the recent highlights.
Blogdaughter is kindly helping me with the production of this particular post, for which I am most grateful. She has featured in a variety of positive and diverse ways, not only in the blog but at least three of my contributions to the world of books – “Grotton Revisited”, “It’s a Dog’s Life for the Other Half” and “Northern Soles: a Coast to Coast Walk”.
I am conscious that Christopher Robin Milne (and probably Peter Pan) have complained that their childhoods were somehow stolen from them for the literary ends of their parents – but Blogdaughter assures me that we are OK on this score!
I have however asked her to add a few words here about the real Blogdaughter, of whom I am very proud:
“I’m a London-dwelling History graduate, currently making my living as a Project Manager working for the charitable media agency Media Trust. I currently project manage two programmes, one of which is “Breaking into News” – a programme run in partnership with ITV News for aspiring journalists who have little to no experience, with the ultimate aim of diversifying today’s news rooms. The other is a mentorship programme called “Transforming Hidden Talent”, whereby young people from all different backgrounds are paired up with top flight media professionals and given one-to-one career support. However, my background is mainly in film production; I have previously worked as a Producer, specialising in particular in producing charity films – an area I’m likely to return to in the not-too-distant future. When I’m not doing ‘right on’ media work I like to spend my time chasing a rubber ball across London’s various netball courts in both mixed and ladies’ leagues. I believe my Dad’s influence can be seen in both the social action element of my line of work and the relentless pursuit of my sporting endeavours – having supported me on netball side-lines throughout the country, through rain or shine since primary school. For all that encouragement and support across all aspects of my life growing up (and still today) I am very grateful”!
Meanwhile, we keep, as they say, buggering on.
As followers of this blog will be aware, it loves Barbados and all things Barbadian. It can remember where it was when it first realised that the late, great, Tony Cozier (cricket commentator extraordinaire with the distinctive honeyed voice) was in fact white and that gorgeous Bajan tongue was not restricted by the colour of the speaker.
It will therefore come as no surprise to read that the recent resurgence in Barbadian and West Indian cricket, especially in test match form, is a source of delight to this blog. It was clear from my visits to Barbados that cricket’s demise in the past few decades was causing great sorrow and nostalgia for a golden past. Well, this blog delights in sharing the renewed passion for the game on the island!
What else since my last blog post?
The Tories of course continue to lay waste to the country’s economy, social fabric and standing in the international community as they have ever since the advent of Margaret Thatcher in 1979. If the Labour Party had a half decent leader we might at least be heading towards a degree of social equity and fairness and a progressively-minded liberal democracy that we could take pride and pleasure in. Anything, please, that is far removed from the embarrassing, disgraceful, mind-numbing idiocy known as Brexit.
Meanwhile, we keep, as they say, buggering on.
When I retired in August 2018 from my hugely enjoyable part-time post as Policy Officer with the “Friends of the South Downs National Park”, the members sent me off with an extraordinarily generous gift – a hospitality package for two at Anfield, the home of my beloved Liverpool Football Club! Mrs Blog and I added Blogdaughter to the package (not just to buy her silence on the question of “theft of childhood”, and we had the most wonderful trip to Liverpool, Manchester and other points north, including a repeat visit to the fabulous Ings Luxury Cat Hotel near Dewsbury (See Northern Soles: a Coast to Coast Walk”) owned by Phil and Jo Ounsley whom I’m pleased to call my friends.
On our trip north we were kindly accommodated by very longstanding blogfriends, Helen and Phil, whom I’ve known for even longer than I’ve known Mrs Blog! These same blogfriends (who also feature in “Northern Soles”) again very kindly hosted and looked after us on a subsequent trip to Manchester when this blog’s book was shortlisted by online magazine “Northern Souls” for an award of “Northern Writer of the Year”. “Northern Soles” didn’t in the event win “the big one” but just being invited as a shortlistee (is that even a word?) to a lovely black-tie dinner and ceremony held in Manchester Cathedral was another highlight of the year.
This blog is currently looking forward to a repeat visit from half a dozen former work colleagues from Manchester, fellow members of “The Grotten Roadshow” when, in the days before Margaret Thatcher effectively killed satire – in our case by adopting as government policy ideas that we had promoted as humorous and ludicrous enough to have audiences laughing their socks off.
My Roadshow colleagues have kindly compiled some of our old material for posterity – but, hey, what has posterity ever done for us? And there is – readers may be thrilled to note – talk of making it available online.
Meanwhile I am taking the liberty of adding a link here to “Grotton Revisited: Planning in Crisis”, co-authored with two of my former Grotton colleagues: https://amzn.to/2Ef81MM and another here to “Northern Soles”: https://amzn.to/2O8b7ZD
Reading remains a passion and long may it continue! “Eclectic” is I believe the appropriate word! So let’s have a look at what this blog has been reading in the past year:
“I, Maybot, the Rise and Fall”: John Crace
“Trains and Buttered Toast”: John Betjeman
“Island in the Salish Sea”: one of the beautifully illustrated children’s books by my close friend and rightly lauded writer, Sheryl McFarlane based in Victoria, British Columbia.
“All the Beloved Ghosts”: Alison Macleod – a collection of brilliant short stories.
“Fibber in the Heat” and “Egg and Soldiers”: Miles Jupp
“Charles Dickens: a life”: Claire Tomalin
“Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House”: Michael Wolff
“Citizen Clem: A Biography of Attlee” (Surely the finest British statesman of the 20thCentury): John Bew – and other books on the same subject.
“The Peterloo Massacre”: Robert Reid
“Line in the Sand: Britain, France and the Struggle that shaped the Middle East (“The Sykes & Picot Line”)
“The Lido”: a novel by Libby Page
“Sylvia Pankhurst: Suffragette, Socialist and Scourge of Empire”: Katherine Connelly
“Deeds Not Words”: (Three copies signed by its author, Dr Helen Pankhurst (and granddaughter of Sylvia) – one signed by Helen at her book launch at the Pankhurst Centre in Manchester attended by this blog and Mrs Blog, and a second copy signed by Helen at the Charleston Literary Festival near Lewes during my radiotherapy treatment in May. Helen was kind enough to contribute the words “Travel writing with good humour and a welcome attention to issues of equality and social justice” to the cover of my own book “Northern Soles”.
“100 Best Railway Stations” (what Mrs Blog refers to as my train porn) by Simon Jenkins, former chair of the National Trust and sundry other esteemed public environmental bodies.
Various books on the initiation, development, implosion and subsequent “bottom up” regeneration of Ford Manufacturing and Detroit City and its Amazonian spin-off Fordlandia, including Mark Binelli’s “The Last Days of Detroit”.
Recently I see that much of my reading material has centred on the existence of books themselves, on bookshops and booksellers, and on the derivation and use of specific words. As regular followers of this blog will be aware, it has a passion for physical “books” rather than electronic versions. And, although it makes no secret of the use it makes of Amazon and of its local branch of Waterstones in Lewes, it wholeheartedly supports independent small bookshops and indeed for a previous book it focussed its publicity at the book being available in a small number of local independents. It is therefore a source of great pleasure to read recently of a small increase in the number of small independent bookshops around the country. Clearly, a sign of local communities’ appreciation of the vital role that such shops can play. Excellent news!
For Christmas Blogdaughter gifted me the excellent Guardian columnist Lucy Mangan’s recent book “Bookworm: A Memoir of Childhood Reading”. It is a gem, as are Lucy’s other hilarious and insightful outputs.
This blog’s reading material has always included much travel writing and that remains the case.
Stuart Maconie’s “Long Road from Jarrow: a Journey through Britain Then and Now”: I had hoped to undertake a similar walk and associated book following my own “Northern Soles” but Stuart got there ahead of me and did an excellent job.
Charlie Connelly is another of my favourite travel writers (“Attention all Shipping: A Journey Round the Shipping Forecast”) and very recently , “Last Train to Hilversum: A Journey in Search of the Magic of Radio”, but Charlie writes brilliantly on so much more: “Our Man in Hibernia: Ireland, the Irish and me”, “Bring me Sunshine; a Windswept, rain-soaked, sun-kissed Guide to our weather”, and “Gilbert: The Last Years of WG Grace” and others.
Followers of the blog will be aware of the travel writer that I cherish above all others – Tim Moore (like Bill Bryson but actually funny and without the cynicism and occasional unpleasantness). Tim’s most recent (and I have read every one of his dozen or so books) are “The Cyclist Who Went Out in the Cold” and “Another Fine Mess: Across Trumpland in a Ford Model T”. If you haven’t yet explored the writings of Tim Moore, you really should!
I must stress that this is just a small selection but I can warmly recommend all of them to you. Reading is such a life-enhancing gift and I reflect every day on the pleasure it continues to bring me. The more that I read, the more that I realise how much there is that I still want to read. What riches lie in wait!
Best wishes to all my readers for 2019.