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Jesus, a long time between posts

December 20, 2006

Mind VisionSo where did it all go wrong? I met a girl at a party one Saturday night and 9 months later I put another wooden post on the now very much cold smouldering embers of my blog fire. In this time I’ve seen my WoW hours cut significantly and dear old Juanmiguel lies dormant in that tunnel gathering electronic dust. Good to see other still living people on this planet have read or own copies of The Hungry Cloud.  Time to find something else obscure.


What do you mean “no recycling”?

March 3, 2006

There’s something about London that brings the whinger out in everyone. Even the most chipper, upbeat personality can quite easily be bought low when they come into contact (conflict) with one or some of London’s “quirks”. I am upbeat in general, but I have succumbed on many occasion.
I expect its mostly due to population density, but its fair to say that London is not a clean town. My neighbourhood of Cricklewood (I call it Crack-lewood) is regarded as fairly middle-of-the-road-ish, but there’s rubbish everywhere. And nobody recycles. Anything. Ever. Here I am on the other side of the planet in Australia being a good little global citizen, while 60million poms are merrily binning anything and everything, eventually to be shipped to landfill in Indonesia. And thats when the trash actually makes it in the bin – and not on the street.
This is very dispiriting, to say the least.

Harp Seals dial M for McCartney

March 3, 2006

Mace Maybe its a question of universal values. George Bush believes that values like democracy and freedom are such, and he’s been force-feeding them on a comparitively unwilling populace for the past 3 years. Lets call it “teething problems”. While there are obviously scales of magnitude involved I don’t find it too dis-similar to Paul McCartney & his wife Linda Heather Mills telling Canada that their annual seal hunt is barbaric and should be stopped. Excuse me? Lets roll out a capital “H” for Hypocrisy. We’re quite happy to buzz-saw chicken necks and slit cow and sheep throats by the billion but its not OK for some rural Quebecois and Newfies to beat the heads in of a couple of hundred thousand Harp & Greycoat seals simply because they’re cute?
Unsurprisingly root & berry diet advocates PETA are backing the idealistic crusade using their extensive media power to play up the myth that “nearly half of the seals are skinned alive” when in fact any post-mortem movement can be attributed to the nervous “swim reflex” condition – also displayed in chickens when they run around after being decapitated.

Just another example in the litany of people telling others what’s good for them.


March 2, 2006

Arcane Book Barely 5 hours in and its a post fiesta! The vastness of the blogsphere has already left an impression on me – I have a headache. Not bad enough to want to drill into my frontal lobes, but more than enough to make me think “Nurofen”
While I love the fact that can Google/Wiki just about anything today, it also drives me to find things that are “un-Google-able”, simply because I’m a contrary guy who likes to have or know things that other people don’t have or don’t know about. I really want to visit places no one else visits, like eastern Siberia or Equatorial Guinea. So far though the twin spectres of money and bureaucracy (visas) have inflicted the chill touch of apathy upon my spirit, and I’ve only made it as far as dingy England. un jour…

One of my favourite books of all time is “The Hungry Cloud” by Tom Ingram. Its a child/teenager fantasy novel about two children who are forced to save their kingdom after their parents fall under the spell of a witch and her henchman. Sounds derivative I suppose – even in 1970 when it was published, but its a cracking read and in my opinion a lot better than the Harry Potter fare on offer today. It also has some magical line & ink illustrations by a guy named Bill… somebody (its been a long time, and the book is currently in storage in my sister’s garage) which really enhance the story.

Anyway, the book is essentially forgotten – I’ve never met anybody who’s ever heard of it let alone read it. As far as I can tell it has never been re-printed and apart from one out-of-print-book website it has no Net presence. Poor Tom, while I’m sure you’ve never been Rowling in millions I salute you, and if you’re still alive you can take heart that no matter what you create there’ll always be an audience, no matter how small.