Monday, 31 August 2009

"Three Wheels on my Wagon"

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The organ trolley has two wheels a single leg. This means it will stand steady on uneven ground.
I can remember being asked at school "Why does a Milk Maids' stool have three legs?" So that bit of education has found its use.

I found the wheels at a steam rally in a great pile of rusty junk. I knew they were old because they had solid tyres, but what could they be off?.
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There were not four or two, but three. Two were similar and the third a bit smaller. I only needed the two so this third wheel didn't matter.
But what did they originally come off? Some strange Victorian 3-wheeled carriage?
Then a couple of months ago I saw this picture.
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A little 3-wheeled Milk cart.....wooden wheels mind. This delightful picture was taken in Brighton in the 1920's. The rounds-man can be seen transferring the milk into a small churn from which he would ladle out pints direct into the housewife's jug at the door.

Did my old wheels come off something like this. I may never know.

Now do I have any "Milkman" music?
Well, two, as it happens.
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"The Broken Hearted Milkman"

This music was published in June 1863 and is based upon a very old folk melody which appears as 'Nightingales Sing' in several books of Folk songs.

Verse three tells......

When I'd rattle in a morning, and cry "milk below"
At the sound of my milk cans her face she would show,
With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye.
If I thought she'd have lov'd me, I'd have laid down to die.

A wee bit self defeating me thinks!
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And in this song, dated 1930, this fellow.......

Captivates the ladies with his "Yu..de..li..er..tee"

I don't think I'll go through all the verses, they are not very interesting.
It was sold as a "Comedy Yodelling Fox-trot" , more for dancing to rather than laughing at!
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Sunday, 30 August 2009

Those were the Days My Friend....

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As a quick follow on to this mornings post, I thought I would show you the way it was when I built it 12 years ago!
The only way to get it back to this state, is to clear all that growth, and start again.

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Ah, those were the days my friend....

And now for something completely different for no other reason except that I like it!


When he wooed me by the woodshed,
Where we two used to woo;
And he kissed me when he left me;
And he told me to be true.
Then he gave me a Geranium,
And I placed it with me Ferns;
And I’ll water his Geranium,
‘Til my true love returns.
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A Lack of Water


A non musical bit today.....not even an old mill by this stream!

"You’ve never finished working in a garden,
Until ’tis time for you to go to bed.
You’re either squirting soapsuds on the roses,
Or picking out the pansies that are dead."

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Once a year I have that awful job of clearing out the ponds.
Years ago I built a series of ponds, seven, in fact.....only small, but each overflowed into the next in a sort of cascade.
The lowest had the pump in it and water was transferred up to the highest..No 7.
Well, that was the theory at least!
All those Iris roots (above) have to be got out and thrown away.

But, where has all the water gone?

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Just look how much growth there is in a year.

Now here is the source of the lack of water. Apples falling off the tree above float down to the next fall and block it.

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"Perennials are the ones that grow like weeds,
Biennials are the ones that die this year instead of next
And hardy annuals are the ones that never come up at all."


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Ah, that's better.....water on the move again.

"Kipper had a garden,
And he tended it with care.
He took a can ....and watered it,
Each slug and snail....he slaughtered it;
There were no greenfly there.
He scratched and scraped it with a hoe;
There were no seeds he didn’t sow,
Yet somehow ......only weeds would grow!"
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Saturday, 29 August 2009

London - 1872

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London.
A Pilgrimage by Gustave Dore. Published in 1872.
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The effect of music and of the dramatic art on all classes of a civilised community is of a most wholesome kind….. The rapid extension of a love of music among the English people is in great part due to that craving for relief from the pressure of the business of life….The success of Music Halls, Popular Concerts, and the musical festivals at the Crystal Palace; and the resolution with which attempts to put down Street Organs has been opposed as a designed cruelty on the poor, who have no other music…express the general comfort that is to be found in this art.

The barrel organ is the opera of the street-folk: and Punch (and Judy) is their national comedy theatre. I cannot call to mind any scene on my many journeys through London that struck the author of this pilgrimage more forcibly than walking up of a dull, woe-begone alley, to the sound of an organ. The women leaning out of the windows… pleasurably stirred, for an instant, in that long disease, their life… and the children trooping and dancing round the swarthy player!
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Friday, 28 August 2009

The Cold Harsh Light of the eu!

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Well, they are forecasting a nice warm day here on Monday!

What could be better for the fairgrounds enthusiasts, those that save and restore items of our 'Fairground Heritage'.

The sounds, the smell and the wonderful sights of the carousels, swing-boats, stalls and steam engines.
Children just love all this movement and bright colourful lights.
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Well, if the dreaded eu have their 'kill-joy' ways, you can say 'goodbye' to the bright, colourful lights.

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"Traditional fairground rides such as merry-go-rounds, ghost trains and carousels are at risk of "losing their authenticity" because of the Brussels ban on light bulbs." Says the papers today.

However, officials at the Dingles Fairground Heritage Centre, which houses Britain's largest collection of classic rides, claim the new bulbs will not illuminate their machines.
The centre believes the rides used in parades, fairs and circuses for over 100 years will be plunged into darkness and will lose their ''authenticity''.

Guy Belshaw, spokesman for the Fairground Heritage Centre, said:
''The traditional incandescent bulbs give a soft glow that adds to the atmosphere and creates the ambiance of when the rides were at the peak of their popularity."
''It is extremely difficult to find bulbs domestically and the import supply has completely dried up."
The centre, in Lifton, Devon, boasts Victorian roundabouts, a 1940's ghost train and little-known novelty rides which use hundreds of coloured light bulbs each year.
The Fairground Heritage Trust says it has enough 110 volt lamps to last the next two years but will then run out.
Mr Belshaw said: ''We are really short of the coloured ones - we could lacquer them yellow and red but they do not always look the same. We are just hoping someone will have a supply somewhere.''

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Traditional fairground rides such as merry-go-rounds, ghost trains and carousels are at risk of "losing their authenticity" because of the Brussels ban on light bulbs.
The new bulbs give off a much more cold, harsh light the last thing you want at a fairground.




Why can't the eu just p*** off and leave our Fairgrounds alone?
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Thursday, 27 August 2009

"Bacon and Greens"

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Last week: Ham & bacon, next week: grapes & mustard, the week after: cabbage & liquorice allsorts, & so on.

Bad..... bad for you!....Ban it.

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Does no-one realise that 'experts' exist solely to perpetuate themselves??
Ignore them, & they will wander off & discover another "threat" to our existence, based on feeding two rats with eight tons of pork over 6 months, or some such. There are far worse ways of dying than by having the odd bacon sarnie.

When I read stories like this, new alarms/warnings etc about meat products of all kinds, I seriously wonder whether or not there is a hidden agenda. I suspect that in many cases the people or organisations that leak the story or actively promote the story are, in reality, trying to advance vegetarianism.

And....what did I read today?

"The British people face wartime rations and a vegetarian diet in the event of a world food shortage, a new official assessment on the UK’s food security suggests today.
Supplies in future may also be disrupted by animal disease outbreaks, disruption of power supplies, trade disputes and interruptions for shipping and at ports.
In the event of an extreme event, cereal crops would be used to feed the nation and ensure that each person received sufficient daily calories.
In the event of an extreme emergency the most dramatic consequence would be every person eating a predominantly vegetarian diet — more cereals, fruit and vegetables and less meat and poultry. Cereals used to feed farm animals would be shifted into human food production."

A World Food crisis? what food crisis?

I thought we paid farmers NOT to produce ?

Is this why we effectively have state control of certain prices ?

This is the most ridiculous piece of scaremongering I have ever seen. "Predominantly vegetarian diet" is being used as a scare tactic, when what they really mean is that we will be required to 'cut down' on meat consumption.

What a beautifully socialist report. Nothing that our current government does can affect anything - all the effects are global.

And immigration? No effect at all, apparently.


Now let me see....do I have music to match.....ah yes ....how about this?
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I have lived long enough to be rarely mistaken,
And had my full share of life's changeable scenes,
But my woes have been so laced by good greens and bacon,
And my joys have been doubled by bacon and greens.

What a thrill of remembrance e'en now they awaken,
Of childhood's gay morning, and youths merry scenes,
When one day, we had greens and a plate full of bacon,
And the next we had bacon and a plate full of greens!

This was published on Valentines day in 1859, and is one of the typical 'Foody' ballads prevalent at that time....a sort of hybrid song of 'pop' and 'folk' idiom.


Let's go to the other extreme......how about a....

"The Porkgasm"

Bacon strips, bacon sausage, ham sausage, ham slices, smoked pork sausage and roasted pork belly surrounded by ground sausage shaped into a pig, wrapped in bacon and roasted. Garnished with chili ears and tail.
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Wow!
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Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Those Pesky Mini-Banjos

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The other week, the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain were accompanied by hundreds of audience members at the Albert Hall.

"The tally was rising even as people took their seats. One minute the rumour was that there were 500 ukuleles secreted about the audience of the Albert Hall."
" The next it was 800. By 10pm kick-off, It was being told that some 2,000 of the pesky mini-banjos were about to be unleashed on Beethoven’s Ode to Joy."

Poor old Beethoven.

But there is an amusing side to this....."Ode to Joy" is used by the dreaded eu as it's anthem.
Perhaps this was a way of blowing a "raspberry" at Brussels?
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Tuesday, 25 August 2009

"Oppor-Tuner-ty" Knocks

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Miss Crotchety Quaver was sweet seventeen,
And a player of excellent skill,
She would play all the day, all the evening as well,
Making all the neighbourhood ill.
And to keep her piano in tune she would have
A good tuner constantly there,
And he’d pull up the instrument three times a week,
Just to keep it in proper repair.
Chorus
And first he’d tune it gently, then he’d tune it strong,
Then he’d touch a short note, then he’d run along,
Then he’d go with vengeance enough to break the key,
At last he tuned when e’er he got an oppor..’tuner’..ty!


‘Tuner’s Oppor-Tuner-ty’ was written by Fred Coyne and Harry Adams and assigned to Howard & Co in January 1879, with another song, for £12.
In those days there was obviously not a lot of money to be made writing songs.
I have only put up the first verse but you can see how the lyric overflows with double entendres and follows the well-laid pattern prevalent in folk songs such as ‘The German Clock Mender (Winder)’ whereby the trade and its associated tools are synonymous with sexual meanings…. e.g. ‘to keep her piano in tune’, and in a later verse ‘fingering the keys’.
The husband returns in the third verse as is shown on the music cover, here illustrated by Alfred Concanen……note the symbolism of the hat on the hall hanger and the barometer reading ‘stormy’.

And whilst on the subject of pianos, I came upon this picture of a beautifully decorated 73 note mechanical piano by Giovanni Racca from 1886. I would have loved to have been able to decorated my organ in that style.
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Monday, 24 August 2009

'Come Listen to the Band'

Throughout the summer months,there have been a series of Band Concerts in the Memorial Gardens in Amersham Old Town, Buckinghamshire.
Some have been 'Brass Bands' but we have also been entertained by various other groups of instruments, including "Rhythm 'n' Booze" and yesterday afternoon, "The Syndicate New Orleans Four".
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Sunday always seems to be
The day my thought go flying free
And times gone by return to me,
From yesterday.


A Sunday bell’s a timeless knell
That chiming casts a magic spell
And ringing has a tale to tell,
From yesterday.


Sunday is the day I find
That speaks of times I left behind
Yet linger fondly in my mind,
From yesterday.
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The gardens were at there very best and every bed was a mass of colour.

Here we have "The Syndicate New Orleans Four". I know it looks from here as if no-one turned up except for three people behind......but there was a good crowd to the right sitting some way back.
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There was a young bandsman of Dee,
Tried to play, with a girl on his knee,
But the point of the joke,
Is he struck the wrong note…
And the Wedding’s on Thursday at three!
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As there was an euphonium player in this band.......here's a bit of classic Les Dawson.

I was lying in bed the other morning, playing a lament on my euphonium, when the wife said softly, “Joey”….. She calls me Joey because she always wanted a budgie.
She said, “I’m homesick.”
I said ”But precious one, this is your home.”
She said, “I know, and I’m sick of it”

Sunday, 23 August 2009

Stand up for England


Yesterday I was browsing through the BBC iPlayer and I noticed they had program categories for ‘Northern Ireland’, Scotland and Wales.

As “Chad” would have said “Wot no England?”

No, the BBC do not recognise England as a country.

So today is my “Stand up for England” day.
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Old England ain’t a country what’s ruled by Gestapos,
By blokes dressed up in uniforms and goodness only knows.
You sees a copper now an’ then but if you ain’t on the twist,
They treats you matey an’ polite, there ain’t no mailed fist;

An’ I want to keep it just like that!
Yes, I want to keep it just like that!

This England’s full of freedom for blokes like me an’ you,
Make no mistake we treasure it an’ are fighting for it too.
I don’t allow nobody for to dictate fings to me,
Excepting p’raps the missus…still that’s ‘ow it ort to be;

An’ I mean to keep it just like that!
Yes, I mean to keep it just like that!


When the Queen signed the 1992 Maastricht Treaty, this country adopted the EU Regionalisation Plan. This abolished England's 48 counties and replaced them with 9 European regions, each with its own Regional Capital, who reports directly to Brussels, not to Westminster.
This effectively obliterates the country of England.
For example the County of Cornwall is replaced by the South West Region, which stretches from Lands End and includes Gloucestershire and Wiltshire; its regional capital is Exeter
After the EU abolishes our 48 counties your address will change from 4 High St, Taunton, Somerset, Great Britain, to 4 High St, Taunton, Area K, European Union.
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Save our Counties.


The English summer has changed.
The cylinder lawnmower has disappeared.
The tartan picnic rug has been waterproofed
with sticky-back plastic and yet one
20th century item has remained constant,
…..the Panama hat.
This stylish headgear is more than a smart accessory,
It identifies an Englishman,
It is a statement of patriotic standing.
It is an old friend reborn with the arrival of the high sun,
It is the raffish stamp of the civilised Englishman.


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My “stamp of a civilised Englishman”.


"Wot, no cylinder lawnmowers?
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Cylinder lawnmowers are still alive and well in Filey, Yorkshire and that's because Stan Hardwick has 365 different mowers to try out.
The retired greenkeeper is fascinated by the machines and owns every type imaginable. Some date back to the mid-19th century.
With the grudging consent of his wife Margaret, 68, Mr Hardwick keeps his favourite examples in the conservatory and the front room for visitors to admire. The rest are stored in a huge two-storey shed at the bottom of the back garden.
Mr Hardwick, 69, who has been dubbed the Lawn Ranger, said: 'Some of my mates think I'm mad, but pals I know from greenkeeping are quite interested.


And, if you've got a few minutes, here's a new song that's just popped up on YouTube.


There.......I feel better now!


Saturday, 22 August 2009

Changing Face of Busking

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Gone now from the streets of England are the blackened faces of the banjo-minstrels, the rinky-tink clatter of spoons and the reedy strains of the strolling piano accordionist. Gone too is the rhythmic crash and clatter of the one-man band.
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“Mick and Mike” used to frequent Charing Cross Road area of London…seen here in the early fifties.

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Around the same period these three, calling themselves “Spa Harp Trio”, could be found on the streets of Cheltenham, Gloucestershire. However, because of their habit of popping into each pub on their patch, they were locally referred to as “The Thirsty Three”!
Over the years busking, once the preserve of old soldiers, has changed to become a young person’s way of proving their musical talent to an audience.
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These two barefoot young ladies were spotted in York, by photographer Clifford Robinson, playing some old-fashioned “swing”.

However, not all music is appreciated by certain groups of people.

It would appear that…..

“A pair of buskers who infuriated residents with their endless renditions of just two songs have been given ASBOs preventing them from playing in Moseley, Birmingham.
Mr Ryan, a guitar player, and Mr Stevens, who would hit dustbin lids with drum sticks, had been playing the two songs to people in the Moseley area for the last 18 months.
They were warned they faced jail if they breached the two-year anti-social behaviour orders handed down on Wednesday by District Judge Qureshi at Birmingham Magistrates Court.
Birmingham councillor Ayoub Khan, Cabinet Member for Local Services and Community Safety, said: "I'm pleased that visitors and residents of Moseley will no longer be subject to this duo's anti social behaviour.

But others said the pair were local heroes.
Randal Woods, 26, said: "They are harmless really - we all enjoyed to have a sing-a-long with them outside the pub afterwards. Its people like this that give an area a bit of character and it's a shame that some killjoys have got involved who don't know how to have a bit of fun."

A clash of cultures maybe?

Thursday, 20 August 2009

Leave my Toys Alone!

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OK, so all men are little boys at heart BUT......

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Henrik Alexandersson, a member of the Swedish Pirate Party, reports that the EU Directorate General for Justice, Freedom and Security is proposing a ban on the fuel used for children's toy steam engines in an effort to prevent terrorism.

Children's?.......Cheek.

He says that the Commission fears that a terrorist could buy tens of thousands of fuel tablets and then extract a sufficient amount of an explosive substance out of them to make a bomb.

These are the same as fire lighters and BBQ starters!

He went on to say that a ban would effectively be the end for the German manufactured steam engines, as no substitute fuel exists.

With open borders and unchecked immigration, there are more than likely tons of explosives already stored in the country. Besides the terrorists already have their copies of The Anarchists Cookbook to brew their own explosives.

If they are that worried about someone buying tens of thousands of fuel tablets then tell the shops not to sell tens of thousands of fuel tablets.

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Just p*** off and leave my Steam Roller alone!
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Musings on Money

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Todays sheet music is dated 1922.
So in 87 years nothing much has changed!
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Deb (Harmony Club) said she was feeling 'tired, and gave me the idea here, but I expect it was 'sleepy tired' rather than this.......

"Some get tired of drinking and of eating,
Sweethearts sometimes they get tired of meeting,
Some get so tired of work, night and day,
People even get so weary, too tired to play,
Some get tired of asking someone for a kiss,
Nobody yet got tired of asking this."

Chorus......"I want some Money....etc"


And on the subject of money, I am alarmed that Government departments are spending time and money on preparing to scrap the pound.
Whitehall departments are spending time and taxpayers’ money updating their plans for the switch and each one has a named minister in charge of the process!
Shadow Cabinet Office minister Francis Maude said:
“It now appears that Broon and Mandelsnake have a secret Whitehall agenda to exploit their appalling mismanagement of the public finances and use it as an excuse to join the euro”.
“Time and resources are now being spent on preparing to issue council tax bills and TV licences in the new currency“.

Do they know something we don’t?

You bet your bottom ‘Pound Sterling’ they do.


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Now why have I shown you a couple of quid? ....

Well, if you look closely you will notice that the cross on the Queen's Crown has been removed!

What's all this about then?

Has someone been 'offended'?


This next "non-PC" song dates back to 1902.
The decades of prim Victorian rule and the seemingly never-ending war (sounds familiar) in South Africa made the British public yearn for 'something different'.
Every verse builds into the lyrics, an air of expectancy for the 'good times' that were to come...."Father's going to change his socks and Auntie have a bath" and the sentiments echoed by the chorus clearly predict the splendour of the Edwardian era that was just around the corner.
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Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Feed the Birds - £2500 a bag!

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Many holidaymakers visit picturesque Aldeburgh, famed for its shingle beach and fisherman's huts. These are just two of the things one would expect to find at the seaside.
There are dozens of other things you could come across but there is always one thing that you can guarantee to be there in large numbers, and that is Sea Gulls!

Councillors in Aldeburgh, this upmarket resort in Suffolk, have decreed that the birds there have become a "serious pest".
The councillors said, many of the visitors have complained of sleepless nights due to the raucous calls of the gulls.

Heavens above….if you don’t like seagulls….don’t go to a seaside resort for a holiday!

Obviously the council does not want to encourage seagulls but any holiday makers going there are now going to get a fine for feeding the gulls.

Not a polite “Please don’t feed the birds” telling off.
Not even a “Smack on the wrist”.
No……Holidaymakers have been warned they could be fined £2,500 for feeding chips to seagulls.

Susie Squires, spokeswoman for the TaxPayers' Alliance, said the penalty was entirely out of proportion to the scale of the offence.
She said: ''This fine seems unreasonably large…. and the punishment does not fit the crime.”


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My object all sublime
I shall achieve in time…
To let the punishment fit the crime…
The punishment fit the crime;
And make each prisoner pent
Unwillingly represent
A source of innocent merriment!
Of innocent merriment!
........G&S Mikado

Can you just imagine it…..anyone found guilty of throwing chips to gulls, will be made to kneel down on the beach with their mouth wide open….whilst passers-by on the promenade throw chips into it!!!
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Tuesday, 18 August 2009

"Muffins", "Crumpets" and "Pikelets"

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Over on Ken's blog we have been discussing "Muffins", "Crumpets" and "Pikelets".
I decided to do a bit of 'research'.......well, it's a real "can of worms"! (not really).

It is true that both the word ‘Muffin’ and ‘Crumpet’ have referred to, shall we say, casual lady friends.
The OED quotes examples from 1856 of these ladies in Canada being referred to as “muffins”.

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The word “muffin” is connected to the French word “moufflet” ..soft bread.
The probable origin of the word “crumpet” is the Welsh “crempog”, a pancake or fritter.
Both are made of batter, both require re-cooking, and both are served hot and well buttered. (I like the thought of a ‘hot buttered’ woman!)
Crumpets, the round things with lots of holes, are available from grocers and supermarkets rather than a bakery.
Perhaps they are delivered direct from a plastics recycling plant and have never seen the inside of a bakers!
One rarely sees a real muffin, (so I’m told), except in Lancashire where they are sold by the local baker.

Now in my copy of “Bread and Yeast Cookery” by Elizabeth David, there are scores of recipes for both crumpets and muffins dating from as far back as 1747.
They all seem to use the same ingredients….. However some were cooked thin, for a short time and others were cooked in a deep metal ring for a bit longer.
It actually seems a very regional thing, probably passed on from mother to daughter.
Some areas, like in the Midlands, used to add brown flour, others only used white.
I have found recipes for Scotch crumpets, Scarborough muffins and Lancashire muffins, all variations on a theme.
So muffins and crumpets….similar ingredients…..muffins cooked deep….crumpets made from a thinner batter and cooked on a open griddle.
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How about this Pikelet (above) then?

In Lancashire and Yorkshire, crumpets are sometimes called ‘pikelets‘.
The earliest recipe I found for a pikelet, came from Leicestershire dated 1841.
Again we have the same batter mixture, but with perhaps more egg and a pinch of nutmeg.
A Staffordshire recipe states that “they should be as thick only as pancakes” but goes on to say “if they are made as thick as a muffin, they should be split and buttered inside”.
Pikelets are in the North often referred to as “Griddle Pancakes” and in the South as “Drop Scones”. In Scotland and in Wales they are a yeasted “Drop Scone”.

I would therefore conclude by saying …..at one end….

...we have a muffin. The thickest or deepest, that is soft, bread-like and could be sliced, toasted and buttered inside.***
Next down the scale (in dimensions) there is a crumpet. This is more like a pancake mixture and has the characteristic ‘holes’. Being thinner is does not need to be sliced but is toasted on both sides and buttered only on the side with the holes.
Finally we have the pikelet ….a thinner crumpet mixture which results in a thinner version of a crumpet, but cooked the same way.

I am no expert and stand to be corrected.

*** ”The correct way to toast muffins is not to split them and toast the two halves separately, as this makes them tough. Instead, cut them open, then close together again and toast slowly until warm right through, before opening out and buttering generously”.
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Monday, 17 August 2009

In an English Country Garden

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For those who may be interested, I have just popped up a few pictures taken this afternoon in the garden, of my organ's first performance in the open air!
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"All Together Now....."

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This next song I arranged for the organ a couple of years back, and every time I start to play people wonder what on earth it is.
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Everyone delights to spend their summer's holiday
Down beside the side of the silvery sea.
I'm no exception to the rule, in fact, if I'd my way,
I'd reside by the side of the silvery sea.
But when you're just the common or garden Smith or Jones or Brown,
At business up in town, you've got to settle down.
You save up all the money you can till summer comes around,
Then away you go, to a spot you know,
Where the cockle shells are found.
chorus.............
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Timothy went to Blackpool for the day last Easter tide,
To see what he could see by the side of the sea.
Soon as he reach'd the station there, the first thing he espied
Was the Wine Lodge door stood open invitingly.
To quench his thirst, he toddled inside, and call'd out for a 'wine',
Which grew to eight or nine, till his nose began to shine.
Said he, "What people see in the sea I'm sure I fail to see!
So he caught the train, back home again,
Then to his wife said he:
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William Sykes the burglar, he'd been out to work one night,
Fill'd his bag with jewels, cash and plate.
Constable Brown felt quite surprised when William hove in sight
Said he, "The hours you're keeping are far too late".
So he grabb'd him by the collar and lodged him safe and sound in jail.
Next morning looking pale, Bill told a tearful tale.
The judge said,"For a couple of months, I'm sending you away!"
Said Bill, "How kind! Well if you don't mind
Where I spend my holiday."
chorus.......................
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And have any of you guessed the chorus?

Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside,
Oh, I do like to be beside the sea.

It just goes to show how a catchy chorus can relegate the verses to the historic pile of the unknown.
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Sunday, 16 August 2009

Sweeties

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It was Ken that gave me the idea for today's post. Thanks Ken.

Sweets we had as children in the forties and fifties.
Sugar had been rationed during and after the war, so sweets were a real treat for children.
We were rationed to 2oz a week! (about 50 grams in 'wonky' weight).
Even though we could only have two ounces, there was quite a lot of variety. Too many to go through here........but here's a couple I remember:-

“Peace babies”
A soft, slightly flavoured sweet which came in a variety of colours.
They were launched by Bassett’s 1918 in Sheffield to mark the end of the First World War. Production was halted during World War Two due to rationing and when they reappeared in 1953, they had become Jelly Babies.

There were lots of gob stoppers and ‘Ogo-Pogo Eyes’, large round sweets which as you sucked, would reveal coloured spot resembling a eye which would spread until the whole sweet became that colour, only for another eye to appear and so on.
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And an unusual song to suit.


In order to keep us quiet my mother would resort to making her own sweets. I still have her original cook-book, well over sixty years old now. They were usually based on Golden Syrup and sugar to make toffee, but she also added milk powder and flavouring like peppermint and cocoa.
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A tired old cook-book.

Sweets were put on ration in 1942, the year I was born. They were off ration in February 1953.
So my first eleven years of life were virtually a "Sweet Free Zone".

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February 1953

The children of today......don't know they're born!
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Saturday, 15 August 2009

"Buttocks and Boobs"

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Instead of a boring old farmer's gate I went in search of something more attractive and found this lovely one at the foot of Wittenham Clumps.
There are a pair of hills here side by side, but to get the gate in the picture I only managed one clump!

The tree-covered heights of the Iron Age Hillfort on Sinodun (or Castle) Hill are a well-known beauty spot known variously as Wittenham Clumps, the "Berkshire Boobs" or "Mother Dunch's Buttocks!"
The name Sinodun is pure Celtic. Seno-Dunum means 'Old Fort'. This may indicate it was abandoned quite some time before the Romans arrived in Berkshire or, more likely, that it was so-named in the post-Roman period, before the Saxons arrived.
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Also at the clumps is the 'Money-Pit' where a vast treasure, guarded by a large black raven, is said to be buried. The clump of trees on Round (or Harp) Hill, adjoining Sinodun, are sometimes called the Cuckoo Pen. The locals believed that if you could trap a cuckoo within its branches, summer would never end.

There was also this rather nice 3 dimensional map with the usual "You are here" notice.

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Day's Lock shown on this map is the site for the annual "Pooh Sticks" championships.
Dozens of children turn up to drop sticks off the bridge.
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